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It’s been ages since we’ve been living apart I want to hold your hip and kiss your lips Please return to me, my sweet little princess Darling, it’d be so good to have you back .
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
Clock is ticking…mind is wracking…thoughts are racing…
"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.
I look at my phone and notice one thing
The phone rings again.
Where are you?
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
Phones require attention So do babies What is life?
Let is not waste our precious time on all those harmful screens, that connects us to the world but disconnect us form the scene.