Phone
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I waitedFor a callYou did promiseFrom the land of forgottenNot that you didn’t tryAmong the serpentile queuesScared facesLonging to hearWishing not to fearBetween the dreaded shadows
Do you know that feeling?
Like when an app on your phone updates automatically.
When you scroll through your phone you get this subtle feeling.
That something is different.
Not better or worse.
No body to receive the energy I seek to leave
Abrasive, abrasive
Confusion follows me
No body to perceive the thoughts that captivate my lonely dreams
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
Dear Mom,
I woke up today screaming and then realized it was just a nightmare.
I don’t know why you didn’t come to check on me but I know I will be okay.
Dear Mom,
This poem is going to be hard
just like it would be living without a phone
and I know that sounds like a Hallmark card
and I know I sound like a dog with a bone
And although our generation relys on them a ton
Years has is it become
Seeing eye to eye
But very words
Gave thrills and shrills
To both, separated
By approx. of 618.6 km
And taking a 8 hour long travel
Reaching by 7 in the morn
Before one of theKorean’s sang his songs of fameWith his friend being greenTo the galaxy around And even before a job of a fruitBecame famous with its i'sWith which it cooks itself even now
Hey it's me, your son.
You see Mom,
Jesus.
I'm sorry Mom.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.
I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
Phones everywhere
Babies, kids, teens, adults, elderly
Everywhere I look there's a phone
Students, teachers, drivers, policemen, firemen
School, funerals, weddings, births, accidents, parties, fights
maybe if we enjoyed the lullaby of empty
dial tones, we would fall asleep somewhere
amidst the clatter of unanswered phone calls.
there is a melancholy to be found in silence.
Sometimes when my phone goes off randomly,
I secretly wish your number would pop up-
I deleted it from my contacts,
Thinking I could delete you from my life,
I've got you in my bare hands.
Yet it's as if I am at your command.
It's no wonder you have a reputation for being so witty.
You know my secrets and at times they're for you to keep.
She shows her phone to me and laughs aloud
At all the foolish things her friends have said,
And I ask when she’ll start to use her head
Please, stop repeating lines that you’ve been fed.
People don’t have balls.
They’ve got phones
that say you’re a Rock God
They’ve got TVs
the size of stadiums
They’ve got music
plugged in their ears 24/7
I admit that I hate I'm feeling alone...
Checking for texts with every second,
But the black covers my phone.
It doesn't light up every minute
Like my sister and my mom's
So I keep waiting here, here
Let is not waste our precious time
on all those harmful screens,
that connects us to the world
but disconnect us form the scene.
