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Saudia R Oct 2019
You've got mail

Is it weird that I want to hear that again

Not
you have a notification

but mail

Waking up and running to the mailbox
heart pounding with excitement and fear

is your letter here yet


That one thought
everyday
carrying my little legs
racing
in the hopes that I would see your handwriting

and when that letter finally came

like a squirrel with a prized nut
I race away to the safety of my bed with
a flashlight
some poptarts

and pages of your letter

So happy



that I have a friend like you.
Communication is so important in our lives, and I feel like because we have the wonders of tech (not bad) we have lost some of the magic of words. The anticipation of reading someones thoughts, hopes, dreams, failures etc, with flecks of their character peppered in their letter. From their style of writing, their favourite ink, paper that they love and stamps and seals that add that last piece of love. We should bring back the beauty of writing. We have so many alternatives to write on, hemp is on the up and up. We will be able to respect the environment and bring back the magic of written language.
Nina May 2019
every time my phone rings
every time it vibrates
every time there is a notifcation
i always hope its from you
always
hoping
its
you
waiting
for
you
Shane Rowe Feb 2019
I thought it was you
When my phone buzzed
And the notification popped up
I thought it would be you

I always think it's you
I always hope
But it never is

And I'm left here to wonder
Why I wait for it anyway
When I know it will never be you
I still hope though
Elizabeth Brown Nov 2018
Here I go again;
putting you to the forefront of my mind.
pushing these words back and back, endlessly
...simply because you opened your eyes.
is beauty more important than art?
I had a whole *** poem, and lost it because my boyfriend woke up. Typical, scatterbrained me.
sometimes when
no one checks
the group chat
for awhile and
there’s no one
else on-
it feels like you’re
just talking in an
empty theatre- waiting.
waiting for anything.
a “read” notification,
a typing bubble-
a sign that you’re
not alone-
anything...
Isaac Aug 2018
By sharing my poem on this site,
It is easy to lose what I write.
So focused on notification,
I forget all about application.
Even when I share this ink,
My automatic response is to think
Of how many views or likes it may get.
Soon enough my own message I forget!
May I never lose a poem again,
From now until forever. Amen.
Written 22 August 2018
Without your presence my room was dark,
Whenever I close my eyes, I felt irony black shade without seeing your snap,
Even my mobile screen was dark without your message,
Entire heavenly body was ebony without you !!
Then you came like a twinkling star of my room, my world !
When I get notification of your text !
Nick Moser Dec 2016
I love when my phone lights up.

Calls, texts, notifications.

I love to see when someone cares enough to check on me,

To see how I am,
To love me.

I love when my phone lights up,

Because I've gotten much too good at memorizing the darkness.
Light me up

— The End —