"emojis" poems
How quiet the night is
I say as I loudly tap
On my phone
Erasing and rewriting
Statuses
Only to realize
You can't be profound on facebook
Society has made sure of that.
This handy dandy
Mini pocket computer
Connects me to the world,
It assures that never will I
Never can I
Be alone.
Yet as I scroll
Through the friends list,
The contacts,
The snapchat stories,
Endless feeds,
Its clear I am only one person
Out of billions.
Barely noticeable.
Its hard to be unique
When all the clever usernames
Have been taken
And you don't know
How to use emojis.
I do not compute,
Nor do I really want to.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
Real communication
Has been lost
In the depths
Of the cloud.
True feeling
Is seldom seen-
Now, thoughts
Are shown
Through emojis.
Does anyone feel
The wholesomeness
Of somebody else's
Voice anymore?
The smell of their
Skin, the faces
That they make, or
Simply- their presence.
Conversations are
Much more
Than the words
Typed out on a
Smartphone screen.
People are meant
To actually be
Seen.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
I don't too much buy into those social media romances.
Reminding us every Monday and Wednesday
Guess whose it is
Well
I don't too much buy into those social media romances
Because pictures always last longer
And all those emojis become cliche
Hinting at all this love that may or may not exist
See
I don't too much buy into those social media romances
Although I always have moments I wish I could bare to the world
But they're better off left with me
Scrolling through these photos
See I don't too much buy into those social media romances
Because I know things are not always as they seem.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
The one that winks,
The one in hysterics,
The beer,
The wine,
The OK sign.
The shocked one,
The facepalm one,
The angel baby,
The thumbs up,
And the one throwing up.
Life can't be bad:
My frequent emojis aren't sad.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
reverence in poetry. everything to every person.
reader claims they can a necessary skill for
uncover the reverence. successful hypothecating and
in the scripts that (buying)poetry-creation outta nothing,
life straight hands me, tell them what thy want to hear,
for collection & correction, and they’ll call you laureate,
secretarial transcribing, instead of good listener
binding, typo correction or just a keen observer-fakir
mundane are the tasks, just take what they give ya,
that’s all them muses ask, dress it like Joseph in a
don’t interfere, taken what’s given, coat of many colors,
bow, curtsy, show respect, don’t let on your plagiarism
treat its aspects/instincts correctly is all them, redressed legally
you’re just the pass through agent, true you, gotta be smart about it,
patient for no payment expected, variant spellings, swinging verbs,
be our adherent, not our truant, be discreet, they’ll call your script
we appoint don’t disappoint, a real keeper and give love or sun,
accept our patent, render legit mucho poem emojis accoladeya
as for this reverence thinge devil in a blue dress, walk the streets
if I do my job ok, on any day, grabbing snatches of overhearings,
any poem could save a life, pressed into a single tunic, you think,
if I get the commas placed, he a genius, knows my thinking,
just right, the periods period, exactly, what a great poet and
while obeying the speed limit con/hu-man par excellent
them muses so **** pleased even fool muses, too full themselves,
by this true confession released, muses who think we stink and
and self deprecation, couldn’t do it without them
they call me reverend, great pretenders by stealing
imagine them silly folk, everything in everybody and
calling a big fat liar. all thieves and cape riders,
reverend, duh, the end original liars, pants on fire
before midnight and after 3:20am April 7~8, two oh nineteen
any message you send becomes my intellectual property, fool....
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
Tigers are dope
I want two tattooed on my back
Oh snap...
Really?
I want one on my thigh
**** that's wack
Copying me
No no it's not for you it's for me
Right just like my so called stupid heart emojis
Why are you mad I just like the idea
You like that idea and a million more
Such a ******* ******* *****
Don't snap on me for something so small
So I send heart emojis, you're lucky I text you at all
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
I left my phone in the gym
What a small black rectangle
Filled with many secrets
Many unpublished poems
Many short stories of life
Many unfinished text messages
Sitting alone in my locker
Cracked everywhere but the front
With my friends and emojis
Secret new and old tumblrs
Pictures I cry when I see
Quotes I cry when I read
What a small piece of metal
To hold my life's story
Every friend, foe, lover
Every tear from sadness, laughter
All woven and intertwined
Within the circuits and wires
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
In a world full of more complex emojis
The simple smiley face stands alone
The one that adorned shirts and other paraphernalia long before the iPhone
It conveys a simple message too
Happiness
Something we all want, and need
But in the digital age, it's hard to tell by this colon and apostrophe
When someone is truly happy
After all
It's not our chosen punctuation that conveys how we feel inside
It's our actions
And you can't understand those through the phone
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
It's common knowledge that after getting a phone number,
one must wait three whole days before giving a call,
to make sure the interaction remains calculatedly casual,
as opposed to needy or uninterested,
which is complete cupid ****
It's appalling that one's intense desire to contact an individual one is drawn to,
is not seen as a mere gesture of sentiment or affection,
but rather weakness and vulnerability.
Even in the darkest and drunkest hours
there will be no super likes,
for no one can afford to wear the heart on their sleeves,
in this world of left and right swipes.
The chase is so overrated not only does it never end,
but also overlooks the catch even when it's finally caught.
True feelings disguised by emojis concentrated into 140 characters
ridicule the ideology of love and romance,
when really we're nostalgic of the times,
we once murmured into brick sized cordless phones at wee hours in the morning,
"you hang up... nooo you hang up first..."
When did meeting the parents not become meeting the parents,
but rather the quick show of another chick to flaunt how well life is going at the moment?
When did compartmentalizing life mean pursuing romantic relationships over the weekends only?
When did to love, to want, to need, to show affection become such girly things,
those who are engulfed by romantic comedies and sensitivity did?
All I really want is to call you and tell you how much I miss you,
and just listen to you breath even if you don't have anything to say.
But, I guess I'll just wait for you to whatsapp me sometime during the weekend...
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Dear *********
Stop playing with me. I don't know if you do it for amusement or just to be an ******* but I am done playing your game. Makeup you god **** mind because lord knows that I have.
You need to stop it. Stop sending me smile and kissy emojis one day, then ignore me the next.
Or tell me that I’m pretty today… then state I look like trash tomorrow.
I don’t know what your deal is. Maybe it’s that as people we are miles apart.
You are attractive, i’m not.
The video games we play are far from similar.
Maybe it’s because the music we like is so drastically different. And yes, sometimes I get mad at you suicide jokes, but I know that you are a good person.
What really gets me mad though is this back and forth. One day you want to have a full fledged conversation and some days, you can’t even look me in the eye.
I know that I’m weird compared to you. I think puns are a gift from god and you think that my double chin selfies are disgusting, but I thought you could overlook my awkwardness… but I don’t want you to overlook it anymore… i want you to embrace it.
Maybe I’m just overreacting? Maybe to you I’m just a friend, and that’s okay with me, but you have to tell me. Believe it or not, I am not a psychic.
If I am just a friend, then tell me that i am just a friend
If you like me, but you’re also talking to other people then tell me so that I don’t have to shut others out because I’m confused if something is going on between us.
And finally, in the rare case that you actually like me, then for the love of god TELL ME
And if you want nothing to do with me… then tell me. And if you think I can’t handle that… then ***** you.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Fog Happens
Yup. Not profound, even Jung, Kant and Freud,
wouldn’t deny their eyes, would no doubt disagree
with symbolic, philosophical implications, and the
head banging ramifications for the immediacy of
the spiritual impact while driving in this grey ****
Fog differs every time, and on an island, that’s for
**** sure. Today’s incarnation, the fog comes over
the water, but respects the man-made, timbered,
bulkhead, so the yard, with its circus of ravens, crows,
and other invisible birds, insects, rabbits, is visible,
but absent the inhabitants who are smarter-than-humans,
they remain aboded thinking, only stupid humans believe
they can navigate and forage, in a fog penetrating in air
that is 97% humidity and 100% peas soup thick skinned.
The time? Of course.
It’s 7:36 AM on the East Coast, and beyond the lawn lies a brackish bay that will lead you to the Atlantic and north to the Titanic, direction Newfoundland. Not enough info to geo tag me, but those who know me, knowledgeable in my early mornings scribblings, know my whereabouts, my telephone number. Do you?
Fog Happens to everyone and at random intervals, Nope. Not thinking of the brain clouds of ordinary Lethologica and Lethonomia. (Sunday lazy so just look it up and say out loud, gotta remember them words and laugh out loud cause you ain’t gotta a prayer.)
Fog Happens
in the heart, spreading north to the consciousness, and the lethargy of movement impeded by the lighthouse bells tolling “danger is about,” our light stolen, but you need to know, you’re perilously close to danger. Any action taken when heart-fogged can have awful consequences so stick close to bed, yank out your tablet, write a poem, listen to sad love songs on that Pandora Station, or send GIPHYs and emojis to your six year old granddaughter who is 108 miles to the west of where you both hide beneath coverlets, and laugh out loud with her like the bells chiming outside, and that helps move that heart~fog hanging low, out to sea.
YUP.
Fog Happens
Fog Passes
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC
Woh Baataau ki Baat Khuch Alaag hi thi.
Jab Hum aur Aap Ek Dusrai sai baat kartai.
Phir Masrufee ka aaya woh Daur.
Baataai huwi sirf telephone par.
Jaisa Waqt Guzurara Gayaa
Lafz awaaz sai screen par utar aayai.
Aakhir mai aisa bhi waqt aa hi gayaaa
Jab Likhai huwai alfaas ban gaya ajeeb sai emojis.
Ab yeh dekhna hai ki aaagai kya hauta hai ?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
I had a very ****** up day so if you value your life stay away I'm not afraid to slay whether it be on page or to your face I'm enraged at the fuckery I had to endure today if I had my way I'dve laid in bed all day but I guess that's not how things work in this age I'm grateful for this ink to abuse because without this therapeutic fuel I wouldn't have a muse but then again I draw on life the good and the strife
wait a minute... cut that **** off
(beat to hit em up drops)
First off **** yo **** on this grim *** day when it rains I feel pain enough fuel to slay
you claim to be a gangsta but you ain't done ****
so sit the **** down ***** and **** my ****
Cyber Tough guys go ask your admins how I'll have ya cut yo little *** up, seen you in pieces, now go eat your release Little trolls don't **** around with me I'll reach thru and smack you through the screen, like I'm legit mean.
I'll let you ******* know it's on for life
don't let your account cause your death tonight
haha... little troll ******* murdered on page and killed... **** with me get yo blood spilled you know
see type emojis you little ***** brony
keep talking **** Imma **** you up.
keep insulting me but you just can't finish now you're gonna feel the wrath of a menace ********** I hit em up.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
i would like to formally thank you
for not being a Catfish
emojis often spell out love
more than words spoken
thank you
for the nudes
i don't really know what
you expected me to do with them
but it's interesting how
we never touched electric skin
but i've seen all of you
there are secrets still buried in the deepest darkest
regions of my sim-card
thank you for being the receiver
of everything i wish was different
you should have seen my face
when my mother asked me
who sent a pizza to our house
on Valentine's Day
I wish
you were just a Catfish
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Strangers on the Internet exchanging texts
Surfing different sites every night
What were the chances we'd be sharing love
Before the night was through
Something in your questions were so inviting
Something in your emojis were so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you
Strangers on the internet, two lonely people
We were strangers on the internet,
Up to the moment when I sent the first message
Little did we know
Love was just a text away
A warm embracing chat away
And ever since that night we've been together
Lovers at first text, in love forever
It turned out so right for strangers on the internet
Love was just a text away
A warm embracing chat away
Ever since that night we've been together
Lovers at first text, in love forever
It turned out so right for strangers on the internet
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
I send you a message while you sleep
So that when you wake up
You'll know I was thinking about you
And at the end of the text
I leave a single heart emoji
Not because I want to tell you
That I love you
But because for me they are a symbol
Of affection and warmth
Just something to remind you
That I care about you
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
I can't tell if you like me
There's a lot put into that
Friendship or love
For me, it's all the same because
Regardless of intentions of affection,
I can't see
I can't tell if you like me
I want to hold your face in my hands
And I want to kiss your soul
But there's a hole in my blueprints
A big hole,
Because honestly
No matter how many dates we've gone on now
No matter how many times you've kissed my forehead
No matter how many texts you've sent or emojis you've emoted
Or how many of my notebooks that you wrote in
I cannot tell
I can't tell if you like me
-E (c) 2017
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Deep down
I crave the sacred
Now that everything is
Just a dust mote limping along
The curvature of a light beam
in this dilapidated house
I've winked
At everything but the kitchen-sink --
Although, I do have my eye on it
Cynic
Know-it-all that knows he knows
Nothing
Conflicted
I wish I knew subtlety
Mona Lisa's quarter-smirk
Makes my emojis feel
Sorta slutty --
like they try too hard ya know?
^.^
Heaven:
Rainbow-colored
toothbrush mustaches
And
Killer drones friended by elm trees
Dissimulation is
my religion
Because
it just explains things,
It walks back the big crutch
It makes gods into amoebas
All. I. have. are. words.
******* scribbles.
Stillborn syntactical limbs of whim
Severed at the moment of send
Yet still
I deliver and hold them
Close to me
They are my ex-press
A last confession straight to the quick
The world doesn't spin it screams
We just Van Gogh it with
Slurry nite nite sleep tight's
God, what I would give
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
In a world
Full of emojis and stickers,
We are no less than robots,
Expressing through dark screens..
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
i am nothing more than
a series of substance-less
selfies and a never ending
stream of well timed
cute emojis
my eyes turn to hearts
when i feel sentimental
and my sly smirk lets you
know that i'm excited about
us without articulating a
single thought
my face turns purple it
grins and grows horns and
you know i want to **** you
not once not twice but for an
extended period of time
days months years so i can
send you the boy-kisses-girl
or the ring or the crown
won't you be my queen
am i the woman in the red dress
who dances or just another con artist
where is substance behind the yellow
always smiling face and i have to
ask you have to ask we have to ask
SOS with a red background
silver revolver that only shoots one way
cheeks are blushing i am smiling what
the **** do we actually feel
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Hello Facebook my old friend.
I'm reading posts on you again.
Up at 2:30 in the morning
Checking likes and shares and replying.
Read alerts beneath the ringing bell.
What the hell, am I doing on Facebook?
As through the posts I quickly scroll.
Seeing kittens, dogs and trolls.
Trying not to click on the ad spam.
Found a recipe for a baked ham.
And a private message from a long lost friend.
But I know not when.
I added this person, on Facebook.
10,000 clicks and maybe more.
My index finger's mighty sore.
All the smileys, likes and emojis.
Likes on my posts giving me jollies.
Requests from people that I do not even know.
My friends list grows.
To thousands of people, on Facebook.
"Will this nightmare ever end?"
I ask as I add a friend.
But all the games and all the puzzles.
Popping balloons and bursting bubbles.
I have got to try to get a better score.
It's such a chore.
Playing the games, on Facebook.
Suddenly one day I learned.
Zuckerberg on me had turned.
Selling all my saved information.
To companies in all lands and nations.
Making a profit off me like I was his ***
I did not know.
Violated, by Facebook
But I did not stay mad long.
Even though it was so wrong.
I have to see how many likes I had.
I want to know this stuff awfully bad.
And now the data selling's out of mind.
And thus I find.
Myself again, on Facebook.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
I remembered the days
We use to gaze upon each other
Under the lit sky
of fireworks and explosions
Your touch used to electrify me
As I was shy
Yes, I was
And we shared our laughters
Forbiddenly
As no one knows about us
And we shared our tales
Of love and desires
To the extend
That we are more than friends
I remembered the time
When I got that call to far away
A place not known to us
As you found out
Your heart was flooded with tears
As mine withstand the horrendous emotion
And as you let your body collapse to mine
A meaningful hug was grasped towards each other
And our feelings are poured
Into a goblet we cherish together
Now, seems like to only medium to converse
is with the social network of the almighty internet
We text message at twilight
Send emojis during the afternoon
And shared video calls when the sun sets fully
Eventhough we never see each other face to face
Our heart will always be together
Always
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Don't talk to me
Ye vanity
Cladding truth in urbanity
Expressions left to emojis
For Conversations we type
Reassuring through selfies
Relationships through swipes
Get drenched in rain
Get scorched in Sun
Quiver once in a while in pain
Drain out after a run
Get in a fight in real
Burst off of sorrow
Then you ll know what matters
It's today not tomorrow
Let go
Let go
O please
Let go
The veneer of sophistication
The hope of impression
Smiling through frustration
And short term-fad salvation
And if not
Never blame it on generation
For We took the turns
and We paved the path
We are here for what we chose
And we only ll be wondering at last
we always had a choice
Always...
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC