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Stephen Star Jul 2018
Silently watching the lives
through my phone
Seeing the smiles and connections.
Sad to see, all the things I’ll never have.

A connection that lasts longer
then a few years.
A bond stronger than the tides
and as bright as the stars.

Someone to honestly share the views of the world with
to show them myself and give them every
minor detail.
For them to love what they see.

I watch their lives through my phone.
I see that world through it.
I so badly want to live there
I so badly want to say

“Hello.”
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Bryant Jul 2018
Drone in a zone
It's his own private place that he owns
And you think he's got no thoughts
But he isnt awake yet
Wait
He's still not awake.
What happened?
Where did he go?
Can he not hear our flow?

Look he opened his eyes!
Maybe he will take off his hellish discuise!

"The trees are dead."
He says.
How sad
The tops of his eyes fell again.
I wonder if he was always a drone.
I guess we will never know.
Due to the fact that he's stuck in the phone zone.
Lily Jun 2018
Mom, I’m not addicted to my phone.
I simply need that connection I have with
My friends, the ones who I don’t get to talk to
Often, that have all but disappeared from
My life, but I can still see them on the screen.
Mom, I’m not addicted to my phone.
I like to read stories and poems,
Browse the Internet’s fanfiction,
Write my own works, and receive feedback
From friends and critics alike.
Mom, I’m not addicted to my phone.
I just worry about the people I care about,
Wanting to know where they are
And what they are doing;
Not unlike the protective nature you have with me.
Mom, I’m not addicted to my phone.
Sometimes, I just need to check the time.
Written with the help of my nine year old cousin, Natalie.
D Baby Bey Jan 2018
Phone conversation,
Leaves me feeling uneasy.
I do not like this.
Lily Jun 2018
It’s okay.
It’s okay that you constantly
Ignore me, never text me,
Purposely refuse to answer my phone calls.
It’s okay that I spend my nights in tears,
Trying to fathom your motives,
Never finding solace in sleep.
It’s okay that you never listen to me
When I speak, that you always
Cancel our plans,
That you don’t seem to care about me
Anymore.
It’s okay.
I guess I was never good enough.
Brooke S Jun 2018
I don't think I could recall, all the times I looked down at my phone at a face that wasn't mine, but looked like someone I could be;
At a life that looked like what mine could be, if only I could find a way there

All the hours I spend making plans of how to make myself smaller, lighter, more free;
Something completely different from everything I am

Sometimes I think,
All we are are ideas
Moments where we felt alive,
Sentences from our favorite books of stories we want to share
Highlight reels;
At most

Because who would want to see the ugly, the harsh, the in-between;
The moments we waste wishing ourselves away
And I guess in that way we are all the same
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
Ringing
Singing
Clinging
Swinging
Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps
While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
My family has a lot of reasons to call the doctors, my Mother suffers with COPD, my Father himself isn’t the perfect image of health when it comes to getting sick and injuries. My younger Brother being disabled physically and mentally, my older Brother also having his fair share of injections.

I myself, am not much of an exception.

When you arrive into adulthood you realise how much you have to take into responsibility with your health, physical or mental. I knew something wasn’t right and I called up and we chatted and soon I’m going to try and get more help with my mental health as well as try my best to work out a way to control my weight.

When you’ve neglected a lot of yourself for a long time, you tend to have really negative emotions appear in your thoughts. You think is there really a point in changing now? Am I too late? When in reality, no, it’s not. When you are dead – It’s too late.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Mobile


You were standing alone with your mind on your phone
And you never saw me as I walked on by.
You were staring deep into your screen and you never saw me,
So I just kept on walking on by.
With your head in your Facebook, I never got a second look
And I guess I missed out on the first.
You are so deeply engrossed that you missed me the most;
You love having the best phone and that makes you the worst.


With your head in the cloud you are never around,
So how can I compliment you tonight?
With your eyes never here and always there,
It just seems to me that you do not care;
So I wave you goodbye and walk out of your life.


Now your battery has died and the power has been cut,
You finally notice me walking on by.
You think I really do like him, but he does not even notice me,
With that woman and a ring on his hand.
You have missed out on love
And it was all just because,
You were connected to your mobile phone, not this man.
So you never had the chance to connect to romance,
Or the love that I know you could have had.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jeff S Jun 2018
between the peel of the 6am
iphone chimes and the arguing
with cold water and hot in the
cascade of a morning shower
it's hard to think what the
world means exactly when it says
in father-frowning stern:
you there!—yes, you!
isn't it time you were
successful?
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