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Crimsyy Aug 2017
I heard you cried some tears
over me on the phone to
my best friend,
I heard you blamed me
in the end,
but how could you have
expected me to stay,
when you were chasing me away?

You couldn't be peaceful,
I couldn't be resourceful
enough to split myself in two.
You were resentful,
all sentimental,
while I was trying to
comfort my torn heart.

I heard you cried some tears
over me on the phone to
my best friend,
but I feel no guilt for
starting this end.
Katarina Aug 2017
i hope one day
you see a photo of me
and you wonder
if i still love the color yellow
or if i still fall asleep easier on the phone
i hope one day
you see a photo of me
and wonder if i still think about you
Jamil Massa Aug 2017
Please
Pick up my call
For the sky will fall
And the last thing I want to hear
Is your soul.
(Original version - Indonesian)

Nada Sambung

Tolong
angkat teleponku
sebab langit akan runtuh
dan suara terakhir yang ingin kudengar
adalah suaramu.
Andrew Kerklaan Jul 2017
Do not consider this an extension of myself...

This particular mode of communication is nothing more then a carrier pigeon to me.
Don't expect my immediate or direct attention if we're not face to face... You won't be getting it.
Sparrow Junk Jul 2017
The cracked screen is staring at me
Each line a show of mistakes
The black mirror has ruptured
And my armour inside breaks

From a centre, each hairline starts
As the fractures spill further out
They can't be brought back in
As my core fills with doubt

I've turned it into a metaphor
It's my own head to blame
But it still serves a reminder
Of my struggles, of my shame

The marks match my arms
The dent is in my head
I know I'll move past this
But I still feel like ****

I stare at the cracked screen
I will find the solution
I have dealt with worse before
I can be better than my delusion
Broke my phone, ended up being a reflection of other things
Fathima Jul 2017
Look around,
You will find all eyes down;
some expressionless,
some desperate,
and few smiling!

Both tiny and fatty thumbs
yearning for a rest,
after typing those texts.
Some consulting the Doc
for having a smartphone thumb
and some for lacking vitamin D!
Posts wanting more and more likes.
Kilograms of followers on Instagram!
Swapping stories on Whatsapp!
Unopened notebooks
when you have a Facebook!
Television screens consigned to oblivion
when you have a Youtube!
Discovering the veiled world,
missing the real scenes around.

Emoticons spreading fake feelings,
Stupefying infants swiping through the screens,
Kids imploring to their parents-
To drag out the patterns.

What is more satisfying?
Hitting play button on the screen or
Hitting a six on the field?
Carting products online or
Shopping on a girls day out?
Dribbling a basket ball or
Dragging down the newsfeed?
Watching daily soaps without a dish or
Helping your mother out to wash the dish?
Sharing the snaps of poverty and hunger or
Reaching out to them with eager?
A game of candy crush or
Gifting a candy to your crush?
I feel like whooping out to myself
and to people around;
To raise their heads and
Look around!
Purely aiming my generation-the new generation!
LOOK AROUND AND DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE PEEPS :)
Happy reading :)
aryanalynae Jul 2017
I still check my phone,
and I still search your name.
and I can't stop scrolling,
because scrolling is pain.
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