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Noah Mytho May 2015
"I gtg"
"Brb"
"Ttyl"
"I'll message you later"
"I'll get back to you"
"I'm busy atm"
"I can't talk rn"
**** your lies.
If you're so busy then what is with those 20 posts about being alone? You wouldn't be alone if you talk to the person who you just told to go away.
Getting tired of being ignored for doing nothing but caring. Seriously thinking of just giving up.
Sam Temple Jul 2014
battling demons
or suffering PTSD
with ADHD
and OCD
on TCH
looking for LSD –
need a little TLC
from the FDA
the EPA
just went MIA
and the UN
blames the FBI
while the CIA
and the NSA
seek the PLO –
brb
LOL, IDK
the shizzle is cray cray
*****’s be trippin
er’ry day
like Ross say
“don’t **** wit me” –
the USA
in betrothed to the NRA
and OSHA
just gave me a passing score
at the same time as the AMA
failed my blood
stylistically, this is MLA
and functionally it’s more WWE
TNT
CNN
t’n’a --
spysgrandson Oct 2015
flying down a summer road
not an hour, your clean prison-stamped face
claims its first victim: a locust
from a Mississippi field

a dozen scorching miles later,
two dancing bees, who flew a billion miles a bucket for nectar,
smudged your double Bs, simultaneously
as if they’d made a pact to end
their busy buzzing and serve
their thankless queen
no more

next, a majestic monarch
did not understand the speed of light
the power of seventy miles per hour
or the sharp edge of your plate
against an eternal bumper

it left a stain more yellow
than red, though I have no doubt it bled
mutely, while another butterfly fluttered
faraway, wings wild against a black
ignorantly blessed sky

BRB-603,
who you massacre  
we’ll wait to see
If your license plate happens to be BRB-602, this is a bizarre coincidence; I am not accusing you of such crimes
BRB, LOL
***, what the hell?
Can't today's kids learn to spell?
The things they write
I cannot tell
Has education
Gone to hell?
Can someone out there help me?

I can't read what they've written down
They're writing's really rotten
Penmanship's a basic skill
That most kids have forgotten

****, BRB
404 AND BBC
These don't mean a thing to me
Can someone out there help me?

Spellcheck is their holy grail
Without this app, most kids would fail
There'd be no words in tales they tell
Can someone out there help them?

I read a letter I received
The writing I could not believe
I've seen better on my sleeve
Can someone out there read this?

GFN, GFAP
FAQ, ASAP
Explain what I just wrote to me
Can someone out there help....please?
Jamie Cohen Oct 2011
brb
The ebb and flow
The Technicolor let go


I want my life back
Many people get the wrong idea as to what certain abbreviations stand for, so I'll clear it up for you.

Nintendo DS: Nintendo Derek Sanderson
NES: Neely Esposito Sanderson
WC: Wayne Cashman
3D: 3 Docders
SOS: Help
PE: Phil Esposito
ER: Erwin Rommel
SD Card: Sanderson, Derek Card
RC Car: Rodney Crowell Car
GPS: Girls' Phrases ****
BRB: Bring Reagan Back
TTYL: Ta Ta You Loser
BC: Bourque Cashman
TYMDPMFGMTITMTP: Thank You MrDrProffessor Murly For Giving Me The Idea To Make This Poem
NSA: 'Nuff Said Already
Raihah Mior Sep 2019
Books and books
one after the other,
I shall let myself drown
in all its comfort and warmth,
and live vicariously through the lives
of these pretty paper people
that’s much more preferable,
for as long as I please

I shall hope and dream in fiction,
Sing words of poetic dictions,
Find peace of mind in metaphors,
or both hilarity and clarity
enveloped in poetries and fantasies,
Perhaps I’ll let my guard down,
and fall in everlasting love
with the men that breathe charm and ooze chivalry (Re: Dawsey Adams & Mr Darcy)

So brb world,
I'll just pore over these books
as I pour myself another cup of tea
and perhaps read another page (or two or three)
A poem for my books. And my fictional boyfriends :p
Edmund black May 2019
BRB
It’s been a cold season
For Love
Up there alone,
So I’m hoping
To bring it back now
As spring has knocked on my door
Exposing it to the sunshine
It Deserves ;)
To be loved by these beautiful beautiful souls from afar, who embraces you and engages you in a freedom to feel
And to be understood for exactly who and where you’re supposed to be , is the most powerful expression of love!

Thank You all for the love in my absence.

Thank You For the endless wonder You are!
Clay Face Mar 2019
Losing my mind faithfully
Help me to find empathy
Praying behind fear and hate
Blind to the eye above my nose
Seeking connection to everything
Is so below my favorite thing
I am the one above all beings
I hate myself that I would ****
Swallow a pill if it would make me still

Neglecting a path that fixes me
Becoming faithfully in service to
Society it includes all of you.
- Aug 2016
I don't think she knew how to exist

Without being melancholy
54.
Just hear me out,
Before you get frustrated.
Lol
One of the new most commonly used terms in a teen’s vocabulary.
***
The new starter of most sentences in a text message.
Put them together,
You have a full sentence.
Wow, magic.
Just like that!
But then you have jk jk lol.
Brb.
Ttyl.
And those don’t even scrape the beginning of “text language”
Whatever happened to the real languages?
The real conversations?
See the thing is, most of us couldn’t go a day without our electronics.
Are world is digitally ruled.
When you feel your phone buzz, what do you do?
You immediately go for it.
When you hear your ringtone, what do you do?
You go for it.
I’m sure we’re all guilty of it.
We text, we post, we call.
Our life story.
Whatever happened to going outside to play football?
Because now it can be done on Madden.
With the touch of a button,
Our whole life can be occupied, mixed, and transformed.
Cyber bullying.
Plagiarism.
Pirating.
All crimes based on technology.
Our world has turned to the future,
When maybe it should’ve stayed in the past.
It’s become like a bird, flying too fast.
It seems like our lives have begun to revolve around when the next IPhone comes out.
Did you know a girl tried to **** her own mom when she took away her phone?
There’s clearly something wrong there.
We stare at our screens,
Like we owe them respect,
But then we forget
The color of our lover’s eyes.
Video games,
The love in a teens life.
How fun it seems
To build, destroy, and plat
But we forget, what it was really like
When these things required work, and energy.
This generation has relied too much on our everyday actions.
We don’t do anything new.
We haven’t done anything new…
Except when we got the new ps4 and the new IPhone 6 plus of course.
I feel like my world has been taken over.
The tyrant is the tech.
And its trapped me for years.
Its trapped schools, workplaces.
Its trapped the world.
And I don’t know how…
Oh wait…was that my phone?
It’s taken over our banking, our transportation, even our security!
We trust our tech more than our best friend!
And it doesn’t even have a soul!
In fact, that’s how we reach most people.
Social media.
Ah there it is.
Facebook
Twitter
Snapchat
And Instagram.
The addiction is real.
We check them every day.
Every night.
Memories fade to the rapid typing and clicking.
My parents laugh
When they see something from their childhood,
That I don’t even recognize.
And I ask myself, will our children be the same?
So oblivious to everything,
Because we never bothered to see?
We text. We type.
We can do it all night.
When will our thumbs get tired?
Because when you power your phone on,
I’m trying to turn mine…off.
Hold on, I gotta take this call.
Circa 1994 Oct 2013
They shared a mutual hatred for people
that disclosed unsolicited details about their relation*****.

Even though they spoke everyday
goodbyes never got easier.
brb, gonna sleep for eight hours.
What will you dream of?
You want me to say you, and I want me to say you, but I have no control over my dreams. You're only reserved for my daydreams.

They exchanged a plethora of photographs.
#thighhighThursday
Send.
I lIkE yOuR sOcKs.
It wasn't long before they perfected the art of taking selfies in the shower.
Send.
LeT's PlAy NaKeD tWiStEr.

Sometimes they broke the unspoken rules they'd agreed to.
The rules that banned them from getting too cutesy;
or twee as he liked to put it.
Cuddling is just hugging laying down.
For much longer.
*Cuddling is just horizontal hugging for a long time.
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2013
11:00 PM July 7th 2011
Outside Delacorte Theater,
Home of Shakespeare in the Park
Central Park, New York
~~
What wretched wags
we have become,
sold rhyme and couplet
into slavery and meter sacrificed,
upon the altar of expediency.

LOL and BRB, the hallmarks
of our
insincerity,
forgetting that civility
is resurrected when
we employ the poetry of speech
in our plain and
simple communiques,
most especially in the simple,
please let beauty hold sway.

Brutalize our tongues,
thus our lives,
compression of our language
into single words that celebrate
the mundane, as fashionable.

yeah, yeah, yeah...

Our speech, its fragrance lost,
sublimates but does not sublime,
one liners demean our humanity,  
grunts of yeah and cool,
are awesome not,
our future hope is in
the details of our expression,
whereby we inject
into our verbal demeanor
a grace that sets human
above the existence animal.

So touch this screen and
let us begin,
to take our measure
by our measure
of the care we demonstrate
when we communicate.

These words have transversed
from weekday to weekday,
soon at morning prayers
to the gods inside of me,
David's hymns and poems
I'll recite,
a slow eloquence will infuse
my hallelujah eyesight.

Plain truths will be spoke,
in rhyme with
diction apace,
transfuse my soul
elevate us
severally and jointly
above the confused noises of
the prison of nondescript lives,
leaving me a believer that
all's well that begins well.
Digging out the old ones, when all I got is perspiration sans inspiration. See new companion piece, an ordinary word...
Good Morn New Delhi,
Good afternoon, Auckland!
Brandon Webb Jan 2013
I wanted to be there with her
downtown
before she had to work
so i could plant one on her at four
and say,"your mom grew up eight hours ahead of us.
so there's you new years kiss"
but i wasn't
i left her on facebook
with a quick,"brb"
cause i had to run to the store to buy biscuits for dinner,
and with my family,
that become a half hour trip
two blocks up the road.
I got back and she'd already left
so I watched the clock change to four,
went into the bathroom
and cut, a few times
not a full relapse.
just enough for blood,
not to feel anything,
not like i did a year ago,
screaming at the world
at the stroke up midnight,
one knife in my hand,
another somewhere on my dark bed
the neighbors riding their go-kart drunk outside.
I bite my lip
and keep my face looking rougher than most days anymore
but,
at midnight
I don't break.
And the tears and blood stay in my body tonight
leaving only old tears tracks
on my tired, bruised cheeks
and four recently dry scars
on my hairy, pre-scarred leg.
And i sit here in this worn office chair
watching peoples words flit by on this screen
when her name appears,
just home from work.
i didn't expect to see her,
but she stopped to simply wish me the best
before she collapsed onto her bed
after a long horrible day
that's left her so exhausted i can't even ask.
but she leaves and so do I
I hope she's smiling
half as much as I am,
but she probably isn't.
so I tell myself
"someday i'll make it so she is, because of me".
Sometimes the promises to myself that I'm sure are impossible
are the ones that help me fall asleep,
and I'm asleep before I hit the mattress




©Brandon Webb
2012
Stephanie Grace Aug 2019
BRB
Solitude summoned me into it's lonely arms once again
and I told you
I'll be right back
Jon Tobias Sep 2011
Why must we destroy language with abbreviations?

In my phone

And on my computer screen

The words lack worth

Lack depth

Lack the luster

The way they taste on my tongue as my jaw works the syllable

ILY means I LOVE YOU

See also: If I had to choose between holding the world up like Atlas or holding you

I’d hold you till the earth shattered.

BRB means BE RIGHT BACK

See also: I am not leaving forever and in a few minutes

You can once again have my undivided attention

*** means WHAT THE ****

See also: I can’t believe you left me like that

I mean WHAT THE ****?

BFF means BEST FRIEND FOREVER

See also: I don’t care if it takes forever for you to say that

Take all the time you need

DTF means DOWN TO FORNICATE

See also: DOWN TO ****

See also: For an evening

I am going to leave my best friend forever

For a girl who makes me wonder

What the **** I am doing with my life

For the chance that she may actually one day tell me

I love you

But the first morning after

As the breeze cools the sweat off our naked bodies

As she finally wakes up

Looking like the safety of bad memories

I kiss her on the forehead and say

I’ll be right back

Only this time

I won’t be
H W Erellson Dec 2013
Hi how r u
I want u 2 no that
I want u 2 feel

I want 2 lay down 4 u
A thousand beautiful dreams
Of angel suns
Revolving in the heady twilight
Like orbs in a palm

For all the LOLs and ROFLs
This is no jk,
These are dusk zones in eternities

Green and black screen
Does me no justice
Breaks my fingers
And numbs my toes

I’ll brb in morning
To kiss you goodnight
In a tomorrow that
Will wrench yourself from yourself

Because YOLO is wrong.
You will live forever (YWLF.)
Erenn Aug 2014
I hate to say brb(be right back)
I hate to say text me anytime
I hate to say goodnight
I really do
Wishing I could stop time
We'll talk everday without saying goodbye

And I wonder if we'll ever meet
*Cause you're on the other side
Inspired:)
a friend May 2016
what do u think the purpose of life is

I don't mean like humanity's purpose as a whole. just like the purpose of one persons individual life

I think the purpose of life is just to be happy

and even in like 4th grade ppl would like ask "what's the purpose of life" and have these intense conversations and I didn't understand what the question was

bc it was pretty obvious to me that you were just supposed to be happy

and everything that we do is just a step in reaching eventual happiness

but now I'm rethinking that and I don't think the goal is EVENTUAL happiness

but rather perpetual happiness

why should I suffer now? I mean

like love is a **** thing that hurts like hell

but ppl go through it bc they hope that it'll make them really happy for the rest of their life

but I've been realizing lately that while love is the answer to happiness, that love is not at all necessarily for another person

but rather love for your own life and the world in general

this sounds totally fake and cheesy but

like I realized the other day this is the first time in like 3 years that I've been without a girlfriend and I'm having to regain my independence and love for the little things in my life

like my friends and good food and literally just the thought of taking a walk before the sun comes up

and skype calls with ppl who I really enjoy with my window open and the lights off and forgetting that it's not summer

and not having to tell someone "I'll brb I have to go eat dinner I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'll be back soon"

and falling asleep whenever I want

and waking up without wanting to throw up

it makes you realize "what the **** was I doing"

and then another part of you answers the question.

"being in love, *******"

"forgetting to love yourself"

"thinking, someone else will love me. I don't have to love myself"

I don't know what I thought a relationship was supposed to be before now but it was so wrong

that was toxic, and I am so much better off loving myself than loving her
05.02.16
10:18 pm
WhyamIaSpoon Oct 2010
What makes a poem a poem?
Why do rhyming words in a certain fashion have such a great effect?
Is it my expression?
Your fascination?
Or is there no explanation
Why do the few descriptive words set the scene of tranquility and beauty?
Serenity
Amenity
is my identity
How is it that the rhythm gets you going just the right way
Setting the beat
Beating the heat
because no matter what i just can't be beat
But sometimes isn't poetry more of your feelings?
I'm not striving for the perfect line
Frankly i don't care i just want you to be mine
Oh (insert lover's name here) you are just divine
So here I am with my pen and paper trying to impress the world
But poetry should have more of a meaning
it should come out of your heart
but my heart doesn't have much in it, it has quite a bit of room
so brb ttyl bada bing bada boom
spysgrandson May 2017
on the shore again,
away from all the lol's, the ***'s
and especially the brb's

because he doesn't want
them to brb, or fret they have
revealed the dreaded TMI

he wants all their cryptic
and crap-tic codes to disappear, to be
erased from memory

and he can again be on
the Pacific, with his dreams and illusions
making tracks between the two

knowing they too will be
washed away at high tide, as evanescent
as an imho or a ***

though not birthed by silicon gods;
created instead from sand between his paws
and washed away by sea and salt
Emo kitty Nov 2014
we live in a society
   were people are judged
not just biased off the way they
look but also how they act
and with what they enjoy
       society today is over run
with the new I phone I pad
instead of the wheres moms and hows dads
       we are so consumed by technology
that when it comes to a actual conversation
we cant stand but to use ttyl or brb
when we could just say the true words
instead of abbreviations such as
when we text
its always lol
but are we really laughing?
or is it just a means of expression  
of to days incapability of sociable
events and activity's.
I've always wanted,
But never believed...
That I'd feel so much;
And deeply need.

That I'd hold such beauty,
Body and soul...
In these beaten arms
That'd grown so cold.

Then you gazed at my spirit;
You held my ****.
You wanted me in you,
In or out of my socks;)

Yet it's not only your desire,
That draws me near.
That quenches my thirst
While drying my tears.

It's not your gaze
Into my heart.
Nor your laughing
When I have to ****.

It's not the late night
*******.
Nor watching each other sleep
As we sit aching.

It's not the look
That's in our eyes,
As we hold crackers and slices of bread
In between our asscheeks and thighs.

It's not the *******
On a desk.
Or the the craving kisses
Upon **** and *******.

It's not your hair
Ticking my face.
Or even your lines
That I love to trace.

It's not all that, but ALL that;
And more, you see?
It's the dream that you'll realize
How much you need me.

As I need need you
Like a breath needs the air.
Like birds must sing
To show the world
There is beauty and care.

Like music is nothing
Without sound.
Like tears still fall
From hearts of broken clowns.

Like water must flow,
From mountains to sea.
Like with too much *****,
You have to ***. ;)

Like stars must shine,
When clouds are gone.
Like I see your beauty
And it is my song.

For the song of us
Is a warm breeze that blows;
It's my longing
For you to know...

That you always wanted,
But never believed...
That you'd feel so much;
And deeply need.

That you'd hold such beauty,
bodies and souls;
As ours are together,
Fire inside us burning
Far hotter than coals.

For you to know passion
Of a love that'll never die.
For you to know and love yourself,
Never, ever having to hide.

For your dreams unseen to awaken
As you've awakened mine.
For you to marry a mind and soul
Of your own kind.

Of someone who longs
To dance with you in bars;
Or naked in moonlight
Atop our car.

Whose whisper "I love you"
Takes your breath away.
And gives it back
With a kiss and "I'll stay".

I want you to know
This feeling inside.
The one that has capture
Even that I try to hide.

That aching; the craving.
That glorious yearn.
That causes a smile,
Without which you'd burn.

To know you felt
Such a beautiful thing,
I'd bow to your beauty;
I'd offer a ring.

So if you can love me,
A heart trampled, a mess.
The love sweet gal, my friend.
Experience all I see in you, my lovely angel, Jess.

Muah XO

PS--another beautiful, soul touching, **** would be nice;)

Know I love you, Brb.
abby Dec 2020
the tingles in your nose,
the burning in your eyes,
right before you cry
mjk plumage Apr 2015
"blogging's all that they do all the time, happiness now is 'your friend is online'"
you kept a diary too, don't try to deny; now it's just easier to blog on the fly,
and yes, it does make me happy when i can see my friends; doesn't
mean every other feeling's come to an end,
but i can tell it's not the same for you; you opened your mouth and out the words flew,

"no-one really talks no more! our phones have made us all a bore!"
your very old friends from your very old school; you never talked too much after all of them moved,
and your foreign penpal's handwriting style; how the postman's bag contained your smiles,
remember how you wished you could talk each day; now we have texts and skype but all you can say is,

"texts are getting shorter, where's the communication? language wasn't made for 'brb', where are the conversations?"
look closer, take in the meaning behind every single 'ily'; adoration and compassion that makes love sonnets look silly,
each message between friends is a reminder of our care; i've been thinking of you, even when you're not there,
so even so, there's still so much meaning; yet you find so many complaints, and you begin your speaking,

"it's not the same when it's online! friendships, dating, it's just not real life!"
whether near or far, love knows no distance; you don't stop loving someone due to their location in the instant,
when it's true, love knows no appearance; you fall in love with hearts, you always know of a heart's existence,
and most of all, those in love know themselves well;
when you finally meet up, that's the most magical.

so go ahead, reader, write your hate letters to us;
just realize when you're using what you hate as your canvas.
dedicated to all my online friends. i'm so glad i met you, you make my life so much better...
Mary-Eliz May 2018
I think I’m having withdrawal
With HP now off-line
They say BRB and ASAP  
but it’s been an awfully long time

I’m anxious to get back to reading
To see what you all have to say
If it’s not back soon, gonna open some wine
Oh heck, I think I will, anyway!
I had forgotten about this from over the weekend.
mia Jun 2018
YOLO is a term used by many teens
Same as LOL, GTG, BRB, TTYL, TBH
These terms all mean something in their own special way
LOL meaning Laugh Out Loud
GTG meaning Got To Go
BRB meaning Be Right Back
TTYL meaning Talk To You Later
TBH meaning To Be Honest
Many adults are completely oblivious as to what their teens are talking about
Others think they know what their teens are talking about
When they really don't  
Such as LOL meaning Laugh Out Loud when some parents think it means Lots Of Love
This can take a very big, bad turn if you use them the wrong way

Mom: How was your day?
Daughter: My Friends Mom just died!
Mom: ***! LOL!
Daughter: MOM!!!!!
Mom: What?
Daughter: It's not funny that her mom died!!!
Mom: I never said it was.
Daughter: Then What did you mean?
Mom: I meant Lots Of Love
Daughter: OOOHHH

So you can see how there can be a little misconception when using these terms and some people may not know what they mean or how to use them
by my friend
A large amount written down. I've  figured it out.  

How not to drown;  The lead of my pencil ran out.

Thus the switch to a feather quill getting more ill.

How Chimerical ? brb

Acquainted with my realm distribution of Immortal cells.

This system strange strains of wisdom.

Immune to gravity.

Energy within me energy within you.

The sun and the moon.

While you swim in the water's deepest darkest mood

                                                           ­                       I feel it relaxes you.
Love Jul 2014
I think its time to begin
something that actually began
a long time ago
or so it seems
when you have 364 different adventures
between then and now
it temporarily gets pushed to the back of your brain
until something triggers it.
A similar memory
or maybe a date
The 12th of each month
its like a tick counting down
until a bomb explodes.
July comes and my thoughts are flooded
I cant seem to think about anything else.
Midnight hits.
Emotion thats been balled up through the past 364 adventures
gets released and destroys.

You see,
one year ago today
something happened;
she left this world.
Originally of her own accord
but then by deaths vengeful hand.
Her last words being "brb"
with every intention of holding up her bargain and coming back.

They say you're not supposed to blame yourself
but how cant you when you see it as your fault.
You see it as your voice and guiding hand
that landed her six feet under.

Her sister said she hit her head
and that she lost a lot of blood.
Two surgeries later...
flat lined.

I told her to calm down
that it would be okay
that 911 were just a minute away.
But she wasn't sure.
She wanted to live
and regretted her decision
of cutting the gift of life short.
She went to go check the door
with my permission
and never came back.

She fell on the way
and two days later
her soul fell to hell.

**Because of me.
After too much thinking
I have decided nothing
After too much sinking
I've decided to keep drinking

All of this is beautiful
Yes, certainly it is

But why
Why all the pain
Suffering

What is this?

Anyway brb
Soaking myself in hopeless **** sea.
Hunter Sep 2019
I’m throwing in the rag,
I’m out of ***** to give.
My defeat is a temporary solution,
It’s what I gave up is permanent.

Things aren’t going well,
But I can’t help but go with it.
Brb.
I’m making my white flag.
I don't know

— The End —