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mj Dec 2018
i was lying on the beach
at 3am
cold and completely alone
starring up at the moon
listening to the waves crash against the shore.
while holding the phone against my ear
listening to your recordings you left on my phone
telling me to call you back
that you would be home soon
and that you loved me so much
not even a thousand page book
could describe the love you have for me
now that i can not hear your voice in person anymore
i'm left to listen to the voicemails you left me
imagining you there
holding me in your arms
wishing
hoping you come back
even though it's impossible
ManxPoetryGuy Dec 2018
My room is illuminated by a faint but noticeable glow,
It isn’t a lamp or a nightlight, but a small rectangular device on my bedside cabinet.

The once silent world is disturbed by a ‘ping’, another notification from the online world,
I let the light fade away and drift back to sleep, I wish to remain in reality, at least for tonight.
People laugh at me,
People stare at me,
Occasionally even their tears fall on me,
They drop me on the ground and sometimes I break,

I’m not that strong but you wish I am for your sake,
I feel your ache,
When something bad happens to you,
You tell it to everyone and sometimes you wish you didn’t,

But that’s how it works these days,
I lead you by long and shadowy ways,
You think I make you do bad things,
But in reality it’s you,
Who’s loosing angel wings.

Finally, my battery ran out,
You should be happy,
But that’s causing you stress,
If I’m not living, neither are you,
You’ll never be happy, if I’m near you.

- Message from: Your Phone.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
she kneels down
listening
to nothing
but repulsive breathing
we used to talk,
but now
we just listen
to the sounds
of our restless eupnea.
after awhile of these
flat and banal nights,
the lines to our phones
are broken, cut in half
just like our hearts...
Özcan Sh Nov 2018
A green eyed girl
Hid her tears
Under the grey clouds
She got a message
On her phone and
Her heart began to rose
Like the sun on
A rainy day.
B Nov 2018
lost in this world created on a screen,
I can't even see things that really matter to me,
I miss the rawness of your voice,
the pen to the paper,
now we have an abundance of choice.
I can type without looking,
I can manage five tabs while ordering food,
--whats cooking?
everything is so instant.
we are the impatient,
the damaged,
and the distant.
adaptation creates us to be dynamic,
but I can't seem to not panic.
you are high and dry,
but you're glorified.
you keep staring at your phone
I am just begging to know
why
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2018
The phone rings loudly
That noise should make me feel loved
I just feel lonely
Sometimes I just feel like I have no one to talk to because I don't want to scare them away with my craziness or  I can't trust them or I am afraid of being judged/criticized/misunderstood. So now I just don't answer it very often. I am probably one of the hardest people in the world to get ahold of... also because I sleep a lot.
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
The gorgon's masonry casting châteaus
for the rich
turning hearts to pompous narcissist

once of legends and myths
has arisen once again
blue light and endless scroll

the gorgon's masonry casting shadows
for the everyman
turning hearts to pompous narcissist
Steve Page Oct 2018
The shorts I wear to bed
have a back pocket.
When I chose to buy them
in a twin pack with a tee shirt,
the pocket was not
a deciding feature.
However, I acknowledged
that it was there by design.

For months I gave it no further thought.
For months it was as redundant
as a breast pocket in pyjamas.

Then one morning,
as I was juggling
with a cereal bowl
and clothes from the dryer,
I slipped my phone,
still playing a pod cast,
into my back pocket.

And for a moment,
as the conversation followed me upstairs
back to the bedroom,
I smiled at the foresight of M&S.
I should have realised:
they know their stuff.
Simple things make life easier.
No body Oct 2018
When my phone lights up I hope its you, but when I turn it on I see there isn't a message from you.
I get sad and I put it down, then I make a wish that you would call me again like old times.
But all we have our the memories that still haunt me.
When I hear your name my smile disappear and the thoughs come back.
I wish you could see me, I wish you could hear me and I wish you were mine again.
I miss you.
My phone lighs up
I don't bother to look at it.
But how would I know it was gonna be you this time.
How would of I know that you would call me this time.
How would of I known that you called to get me back.
That is what I though anyway.
You only called to tell me...to leave you alone.
That was the day I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't eat.
I couldn't stop crying.
Because you said thoses words
Those words that broke me
But still
to this day
I wait
Fot that call
just maybe, just maybe
you would
want me back
just as much as I want you back
I wait for a text or a call
But still nothing
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