#cellular
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.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
I would shrink to a cellular level to reach your soul
And kiss it back to life if it were ever possible
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
cells work from knowin
your words be devotion
hope you're feeling if you're jokin
the hells unspoken
are felt in each motion
giving all you in connotation
while reaching your plan spread open
remember too well
you are your favorited treasured notion
until we are all proper emotion
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
i've been texting people for a connection.
our bodies search for vibrations,
short and electric but its an elaborate show.
who are these folks behind the curtains?
and through these notes, i am certain.
i cant write anything of substance.
i keep seeing your name and i try to change it
into something insignificant.
but that which we call a rose,
right?
i keep trying to escape it
but my handwriting is no legible font.
no respectable medium to my professor.
i cant keep in between the margins
how would they know the amount?
did i plagiarize the way i wrote
"I miss you." ?
so, we type.
remove the writer. its about the content.
did i cite your absence right?
is this journalism, biography or ********
it must not true, ****
but my fingertips reach
short distances on the keys
of my devices
and we type.
hashtag notice us, hashtag test us back,
are we connected yet?
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC