Computer Love – Maximus Kromholc

With selfies immaculate

I’m Maximus Kromholc, 19 years of age and currently studying film at Queen Mary University of London, I am however originally from Bedford. I wrote poetry as often as I can and me and my co-workers have even set up a poetry group chat where each week someone sends in a theme and we have to respond within the week with our poem. I read as often as possible with my favourite writer being Haruki Murakami and my favourite poet being Walt Whitman. I tend to write poetry about the modern world for the most part, enjoying fleshing out the complexities and surrealism that is imbedded into our current world. The following poem is inspired by a dream and follows a narrator that has found a deep love and obsession with a girl through social media. It is an evocation of a modern love poem and how we perceive modern romance in the age of the internet. It also explores the current distortion found within the youth of today between lust and love especially as influencers and such become integral parts of society but also with an undertone of overt and demanding masculinity. This poem tackles these themes as well as many others. Thank you for taking your time to read it and I hope you enjoy.

Computer Love.

Self inflicting pain,

With access to you,

The unobtainable.

Only in in anonymity,

With impure posted pictures,

Can i ever see that incomparable beauty.

Yet still the desire,

Incessant as true love

Fuels the loneliness forever.

You look so heavenly,

With selfies immaculate,




My innermost lust.

Though in person, you I’ve never seen,

Just as real to me as a dream,

I already love you too much.

Beauty never comes so true,

Lips parted inviting,

Fringe cut cutely,

Black blonde hair intwined,

body carved of an angel,

Deepest hazel eyes,

Looking straight into my soul,

bringing anguish to my heart,

and tears to my eyes.

All for a chance with you,

Just a couple moments bliss,

I would do most anything.

You’re as strange as i too,

This I can tell,

You play the saxophone,

So wonderfully so,

I could swear it’s charlie parker.

Yet this fact I can only guess,

As you seem to bless

All else with your magic touch.

With the pop culture you post,

I see your tastes align with mine,

To an eerily perfect degree.

One of these days I shall meet you,

I shall touch you,

I shall hold your sweet hand.

Free from ambigious lust

And free from everlasting wanting,

With unattainable delights,

Jealousy constantly abound,

At the thought of any other,

Anyone it may be,

gazing upon my fantasy in the flesh,

That can hold you tight,

That can look into your sweet eyes,

That can admire your perfect nude body,

If only for the night,

or any eternal second at all.

I know this could never be me,

And that thought destroys me more each day.

By Maximus Kromholc.

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