I wake up to blue light
I see it when I close my eyes

frustrated and weighted by comparison
I filter my intensity
condense my personality
I show tongue and teeth but no failures or flaws

I see you in your squares, in all your glow
I want to see the dirt under your fingernails
want you to see me cry, my pores up close, counting your eyelashes
I don't want to see twenty pictures res of the same sunset
cascading down a feed that never fulfills
shades changed and tweaked at exposure
I am exposed ever day
but am I known
I want to see the world by your side
not through your phone
hear the sunsets reflect in your tone

I don't want to lose a bet with myself that I don't stare I don't scroll
lose my evening to a screen
my life to anxiety of how people see me
but I want to be seen

I want to know you beyond squares
and validation screams content for moments till I review my content
view myself in the eyes of another
a narcissistic shudder
I doubt and judge myself
wishing not to compare not to care
yet impulse is too lovable
addiction and algorithmic luring
habits savaged a daily instinct
to share
to show my life through squares

@devenpawarr

where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you

where's my mobile, without you, i'm not global
if i'm not global, i'm not really mobile
good heavens! it's twenty-four to eleven
i have to call shannon but i can't find my mobile

what can i do without my mobile? life is trite
don't know the difference between day and night
without my mobile! i freak out, suffrin' from a black out
i'm prayin' to god, lightin' up a candle, hopin' to find it

where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you
where's my mobile, i been missing you
if you were here, i would be kissing you

I don’t want to live with regrets
They’ll bury me before I’m dead
But sure, I’ll take some secrets
Where I’ll be finally laid to rest

No matter how many times
the voice in my head comes up
with reasons to leave
my heart whispers
“Stay. Don’t give up.”

i float in the air
and let loose my hair
every time you stare
like i'm the prettiest mare
you have in your lair

it's been such a long time,
since i've felt your skin on mine,
oh what a sad crime,
and i can't see the moon shine..

darling, please take my hand,
and dance with me through the night,
watch me make a land,
for me and you tonight.

i'll miss your silver-tamed eyes,
they've always shined so bright,
they make such marvelous skies.
thus, this is why i write.

i like to write about you and i,
and our antiquated love story.
i still remember, even time passed by,
how you kissed my lips so bluntly.

i still see our rendezvous,
right past 9th avenue,
stealing petty kisses,
making silly prances.

i like to sing about you and i,
those secret little notes,
but darling, i won't pry,
but i'll do sent you a note.

i think i should stop here,
but ****, i'd miss you,
still i'll be right here,
writing about me and you.

It's two thousand and
sixteen -
isolation has never been so
difficult to achieve no
dropped
call no Unseen text certainly no
lost letter will do the
trick
nowadays

there is no excuse to give your motherbrotherfriend for
staying a resolute
island in the internetted
sea of archipelagos, so
overcrowded with
bridges and boats that I cannot see the water unless
unless
I make the
space