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photovoltaic Mar 22
its cold outside and i can't sleep because of you
keep me addicted to my phone, lonely but not alone
its 2am for me, because of these **** timezones
letters against a bright screen, squint my eyes against the light
my eyes are burning, i think im slowly going blind
hopeful messages promising to one day meet up
slip that engagement ring onto your finger, a binding promise
to find you, see you, kiss you, hold you in my arms, in person

not knowing if the other is perfect

~risking ruining your perception of me

because here behind my screen you think i'm everything

~but im bound to disappoint you like i always do

i want to marry someone ive never met

~is this something i'm going to regret?
i started dating this boy online ive never met irl
idk how this is going to work out
but i want this to last... is this an impossible fantasy or no?
Luna Maria Feb 7
every time my phone lights up
I hope the notification says your name.
you make me smile more than I would like to admit
Sydney Dec 2020
The end result of talking to someone who has their read receipts on is the nagging feeling that whatever you said was not worthy of a response.

Your message is just one of many unanswered notifications that when added together equal a red bubble on a screen that gets ignored and forgotten.

Regardless of the meaning behind it - you feel ignored and forgotten.

So why do you still try.

Each message you send is like an arrow shot with no ending destination hoping to land near something that resembles some sense of stability before shooter loses their balance.

Each moment between messages drags longer and longer while think, “please turn from delivered to read”

You know they’re just busy.

So you wait a few hours, no response in sight. So, like a fool, you cast out a new arrow, as if you have an endless supply.

And you watch within minutes their name hits the screen, because your existence is remembered. So you quickly respond as to hold their attention that you have been craving all day. But that’s all you are going to get.

Because as much as you want to think you are someone special

You’re just a blip. Nothing more than a name on a screen that just gets swiped away. Just a number in a little red bubble waiting to be remembered.
Luna Maria Dec 2020
I've been staring at the word
under your contact name
for the past hour
its staring back at me
I'm desperately waiting for a reply
i let jealousy take me over
because I know you're texting her
instead of me.
you're both online and i'm just here crying.
Strying Dec 2020
Coming back
As if nothing changed

Texting me
As if you didn't stop

Using the same language
As if we're on the same terms

As we were
Back when I fell in love.
this dudeeee smh
Ace Loren Apr 2018
Heads bowed
Respect is due
Mindless slaves of prayer
Fingers tap a dedicated chant
The sounds of life fade

Life itself fades

Necks bent
Forever craned
Eyes worship the light
Don’t look away from the light

Screen shattered
Gravel stained
3477 sacrifices per day

Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day

One tap for likes
Two taps for loves
Three taps for Rest In Peace

Picking up the pieces of
Windshield, heart and phone screen

Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day

Heads bowed
I’m sorry for your loss
Respect is due
A moment of silence for
Mindless slaves of prayer

letters to basil Jul 2020
dear atlas,

it's okay to text
twice in a row.

just thought
you should know.

hey, it rhymed.

this one goes out to all of you, too. double texts are okay, paragraphs are okay, saying more than they respond with is okay.

these unsaid texting rules are just useless boundaries. if you want to talk to them, talk to them. especially in these times of social distancing.  

Mark Toney Jul 2020

driving home to you
unfortunately I died
~ text said I love you

driving and texting
new car for graduation
~ hi guys guess what I'm

busy city streets
need to text spouse I'll be late
~ pedestrian hit

can't wait to see you
didn't see car stopped ahead
~ text never sent

© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
7/4/2020 - Poetry form: Senryu - - © 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Fae Jun 2020
Summertime texting.
Do you feel restless?
You realize you're alive...?
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