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Kagey Sage Sep 2017
We're forgetting the art of talking on the phone for hours and hours
It was better than texting because you could hear each other's voices
in near real time
without having to show oneself
Now you can hide your voice too
and overthink everything you say

It's texting or video chat
You're either the most remote
or as close as you can get
from a near human reaction

You're yourself after you think long and hard?
Not who you trained to be on impulse
Who trained me I wonder?
Me, commercials, parents, environment, or destiny

It's my goal to be a fractured self
that can immerse themselves in the entrails
of any one of these cubbyholes
BrandonCantu Sep 2017
My phone dies slowly.
But I rush to get chargers,
so I can die fast.

-Leo Cantu
Aaron LaLux Aug 2017
She’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,

I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”,

we’re on opposite sides of the world,
she’s at Angkor Wat just in from Dubai,
and I’m at home in Hollywood,
well not my home exactly just the place where I currently lie,

or rather the place where I lay,
because there are no lies here,
not between her and I,
because we’re,

two Stars shooting through the Infinite Sky,

and I want to fly to her right now,
I want to leave this city,
I want to be there,
with her at Angkor amongst all it’s ancient reliefs,

but alas,
we all have our lives,
different paths,
even when it’s led by the same guiding Light,

and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again,
at least I wonder if I’ll ever see her again in this life,

and I don’t know why I write,
I swear to God I don’t know even when I say I do,
because all I’ve ever gotten from these writings,
was all these cliches that I find in me and in you,

sounding like a cheesy pop song,
sounding like the voice of reason when everything’s gone wrong,
sounding like a lost Soul traveling the open road out here all alone,
leaving behind nothing but some faded memories and the words in these poems,

and when I hear her voice,
or rather read her text from my phone,
I get the feeling that as alone as I may be,
in that moment I am everything except for alone,

so when I get that call,
I know she feels exactly the same way,
and that’s exactly why,
I always listen when she explains,

she’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,

I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

author of multiple best selling poetry books
Aaron LaLux Jul 2017
Stuck to the clean screen,
like a little feign queen,
in this collective dream being,
sending smoke signals through green screens,

“What are you doing?”,

well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,

trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up,

wake up,
look up,

why are you all crunched down,
hunched down staring at that little pixel screen,
can’t you see what you have standing in front of you,
is a manifested miracle called Life AKA a Human Being,

and you’re a human too,
and we used to have freedom,
remember having deja vu,
and getting that goosebumps feeling,

“What are you doing?”,

what do you find so interesting on that screen,
what are you seeing in the EMF neon,
a warm glow a comfort of sorts,
the key to your own coliseum?

seen through a clean screen,
that you feign for like a feign queen,
in this collective dream being that we’re all seeing,
sending smoke signals through green screens,

“What are you doing?”,

well to make a long story short I’m dreaming,

from green rooms to blue seas,
Android is the new morphine,
coke is old alcohol *****,
and ****** is boring,

so boring I’m snoring,
think I need a soul slap,
we can not all be Kanye,
but we can always soul clap,

see you on your cell phone,
and want to give you a hand slap,
remind you to get back to reality,
before you wake up and this Life’s a wrap.

Trying the shake the feeling that I can’t wake up,
that all this time I’ve wasted is time I can’t make up…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Facy Meemster Apr 2017
Electronic Zombies
Everywhere you look.

Down we look. Down-
Loading a book.

Down we scroll. Down
With no control.

Down the dark web. Down
into our head.

Down battery percent. Down
and discontent.
2017 spin on "We real cool"
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
Cafe at midnight with a friend,
brewing a fresh freedom of life.
cold coffee, lemonade with ice.
Chilled minds but unspoken words around.
Not knowing why is it so difficult to utter a word
and it only happens to be a sigh!
Empty chairs and a group of people inside.
me, my friend but with not a single word
staring into the phones
only thinking why is it so difficult to start our talks
after a so called time being along!
I find it very difficult to talk with my friends or anybody whoever I know. I never talk or never show who I'm really.
Louise Ruen Mar 2017
My eyes seek yours, but they will never meet, since you are starring into your black screen
So I speak, my mouth forming the words of appreciation,
But your ears are filled with rubber(ish)
I reach for your hand, but in your palm already lies the woman of your dreams
How am I to compare to her glassy delicacy?
She’s smart, she’s strong, she’s obedient, she’s loyal and she doesn’t have moodswings
I notice the way you light up when she’s lit up

But even for her working  overtime is a tiring impossible mission, and suddenly she’s tapped of energy
You cry, and I don’t know if it’s because your only option left is to talk to me
Only your reflection stares back at you on that black mirror of yours now.

I know how much you loved her spell
You don’t even notice I’m gone.
So many people are loosing touch with reality
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
Teens of Telstra, teens of Telstra,
Staff of team Telstra, they are stars,
To me they all look like teens,
Cutest things you've ever seen,
Oh, teens of Telstra, teens of Telstra,
Now there's collective bulimia,
As greys with phones enter their shop,
Under the counters, the teens do hop,
Teens of Telstra groan and moan,
"Who gave grey old farts mobile phones?"
Feedback welcome.
K G Nov 2016
When the camera was a following suit
It would gnaw on the amaranth, internally
******* the air and all emotion inside itself
Giving eyes to itself
It saw the deploring dump of flesh
As it split, with the coyest drone
KG
Patrick McCombs Nov 2016
Talking on the phone is easy
But making phone calls is difficult
Thirty gut wrenching seconds
Heart beat ringing in my ears
Lungs working overtime
Every time the ringing tone resumes
I think its someone answering
My muscles tense
My lips ready to spit out
My already rehearsed lines  
But no one answers
I never leave voicemails
A worse fate is ****** upon me
Anticipating their return call
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