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Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Am I that easy?
12:22, he doesn't respond
Trial is ongoing

Lonely
And cold
Hush my tongue

Before I strangle
Constrict the story
To my own ends

I believe in results
Goals and dreams
An endgame

Why can't life
Favor me?
I lose all before the game

The jester hinders
Hopeful gain
Splendid retorts

Speechless
Covered in leeches
Bread and butter

Honey and wheat
Seed and rye
Resides in sandbags

A base without sound
Solid land
Isolated island

Flush away
Hide the burn
Feel a stinging gig
blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare

losing phone tag, no reply
reread texts, heavy sigh

blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare

unlock, check, and lock again
the clouds outside are heavy with rain

blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare

seconds, minutes, hours pass
hack through time with tempered glass

blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare

night fall, rain start
dully beating sluggish heart

blank black screen stare
call me back, if you dare
when plans fall through
i wonder what i did to you
Tucker Freeman Mar 2018
So when I had my old number, I would text myself funny ideas and stuff cuz it was easier than opening a notepad app. Well, I changed numbers, but the process was so ingrained, I'd text that old number and for some reason it really ****** the person off. So I've been texting them like once every two months for the past four or so years the craziest **** I think of when I'm high or drunk and they are like WHO the **** is this!?
diary, confession, poetry, art, edgy
Soulace Mar 2018
"You deserve it."


                                                          "Sometimes I just don't feel like I do."


"Sometimes we all feel like we don't."


                                                                                                             "Yeah..."


"That's why we call them blessings."
An excerpt of a conversation.
Soulace Mar 2018
Nothing makes me feel as powerless


As hearing you cry at the other end of the phone.
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Lust after
My Phone
Patriot

He is called
App name
Monochrome in
His' portrait orientation

It can be
What I choose
Demand
Force into reality
***** foregone conclusions
Jeff Gaines Feb 2018
This is my only and first ever poem
that I did scribe upon my phone.

A pal of mine does it, does it with ease.
She makes it look easy, just like a breeze.

But it's harder for me, with my thumbs of ham.
I prefer full-sized keyboards, as that's who I am.

Typing and retyping and then wrestling the spellchecker.
If I tried this while in my car, I would surely need a wrecker!

Squinting, so that I don't have to strain my eyes.
To say that I'm enjoying this, would be nothing less than lies.

Well there you have it, I'm finally done.
I'm gonna pass on this foolishness ... and let her have all the fun.
NEVER again.
I'll write it in Sharpie on my arm first!
I've always >hated< texting.
Madeleine Feb 2018
The phone rings
With great sorrow in their voice
heart slows
mind racing
"How could this be?"
the phone
slipping from my grip
Body getting weak
eyes ready to burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
collecting oneself
to pick up the phone
and finish the conversation
I let the waterfall continue
till sleep overcame
preparing for the day to say
Goodbye
Alec Astaire Feb 2018
And for the night,
I smiled as I sipped the drips
from my sorrows' tourniquet.
But, if only it were easier in the morn
To wrestle with the darkness-
Or perhaps the light..
At least my darkness isn’t conveniently pocket-sized
Danial John Feb 2018
I will be available
On the day of the event
If you are interested in this opportunity
Please contact me

You'll find her in a moment
I really want to be involved with her
I'm not going to be able and I don't want to
Do anything for her anymore

Seth is not a human
But if you ask me about this
I think I should have asked you
In my mind and the fact that I am not going back
I wrote this using only auto predict on my phone
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