Caution: Possible Virus

In this time, our dependance
Comes from technological things.
In our eyes, comfort is found
In the whirring of machines.

Stalkers and creepers, hiding in the pixels
Use this said weakness to score.
So charming, enticing, do they seem
That some find it hard to resist.

So no suprise is my secret
That I fell for the boy on the screen.
Of course I did, someone weak as I
Would always take the bait they supply.

Though I only know his username,
I know he's different. He's nice.
Intellectual, funny, smart, sweet, and true.
I trust him more than I should.

Believe me, I know the risks that I take
Everytime I start a chat with this boy.
But I know, just know that
He isn't a user, or a cheat.

You call it foolishness,
I just call it pure faith.
I trust in my heart that
he is exactly what his profile says.

You need a period at the end.

"Hiding has hunks"
should probably be "hiding as hunks"

Overall, it was good as always.

--Skis

Hello.

Here I am to review.

I like your concept and I think the title adds to the substance of this poem. It makes you see it in the context of the technological realm.

Now, that being said, I kind of wished to see more imagery of the technological kind in the poem. You only used it in your first stanza and just let the other stanzas float in the context you created with your title. I wish you used 'chat, google, connection, web' or whatever else in the rest of your stanzas to describe you relationship with the boy. It would have made this a more solid poem.

By the third stanza I feel like you completely abandoned the earlier image of an online relationship. Your words weren't showing it at all. I think a lot of reviewers on this site emphasize the importance of showing instead of telling in poetry. I think the fault of this poem is that it's too telling. It's a story in stanzas. Images are sorely lacking. I can't see their online relationship, I can't feel the unsure internet connection that is their sole bond.

I really think it's a good concept but I think making your imagery more solid will really make this poem soar.

--Nixie