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Luis Valencia Jan 2018
When you called me
I waited a second to answer
Anxiety shook my body to its core
In that second time shifted
That second turned into 5 seconds
Then into 30 seconds
By then the phone stopped ringing

I never knew what heartbreak was
I was naive when it came to love
But somehow my perspective shifted
I felt my heartbreak in those 30 seconds

The phone rang again

And I watched it’s blinking red lights-
Mock the tears streaming down my face

I backed away
The phone screamed with desperation
Its screams ridiculing my heart
Laughing at the cracks forming

Missed calls
Most people don’t know the true meaning behind the name
I do
They call them that because they are missed conversations
Missed hopes, missed second chances
They are able to make someone miss you

I do not answer his calls anymore
It hurts too much to give myself false hope
When he just wants friendship
today he called me and I did not answer, he was my best friend but I wanted more. Here is a tribute to my dreams that were washed away when I hung up the phone.
Janna Smith Dec 2017

Jane:**  My phone is going to die,
             if it happens, the world won't fall.
             We will simply meet under the stairs.
             Okay?

Alex:   What if my world falls?
Jane:  If your world depends
            on the level of my phone battery
            I should start taking a charger with me.

Alex:  Lol, this sounds amazing. Make a poem out of it.
                                                             ­                                      *So... I did.
Ophelia O Dec 2017
I keep a library
small but not tiny
nearly filled to the brim
a million words within
I keep watch over them
a lonely archivist whose sin:
reading dusty texts whilst yearning
even with them burning
my skin
stop reading old texts
Steve Page Dec 2017
Like an urgent *** on a winter's day
Like an expelled guffaw as I turn away
Like a released church **** as I say the amen
Like a line of poetry as I reach for a pen
Like the first slice of steak from a full warm plate
Like a longed for kiss at the close of our date.

That's the pleasure I feel with you on the phone:
The hope, the promise, of soon being home.
Travelling home late at night and phoning home.
Unknown Cat Nov 2017
Ding!
I check my phone and read your message.
Voop! Ding! Voop! Voop!
Notifications. Messages. Pixels.
Love affairs reduced to texts.
Reduced to 1’s and 0’s.
Reduced to almost Nothing Real.
No expressions, just emojis.
No touches, just "I wish I could"
No eye contact, just imagine it.
Assume every trace of me that you don't see.
Just, please, fill in the gaps.
Fill in everything you don't know
With everything you wish I was.
I'll grow your ego, and you'll grow mine.
Better than a dream, you said.
But probably as real.
Jas Nov 2017
There's something about text messages in the dark.
Late at night, with the glow of the LED
Illuminating one's face, burning the eyes
It's romantic and slightly painful all at the same time,
It's usually for love,
At least it sounds similar to it.

There's something about text messages in the dark
When you wake up from a nap.
Those tend to feel like
Midday shipman reminders;
One missed call from this one,
Several from that one
And a few text messages from friends -

Or when one arises, yawning
From a deep slumber and repeatedly slaps the bed in search of the forgotten phone burried underneath the covers
Scrolling through feeds, counting messages
Noticing the ones in particular from a special person
That's when one realizes they've missed their chance at a flirty conversation
But boy do they have something to dream about now
Oh, there's something sweet about text messages in the dark.
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