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Ria Aug 2014
words are so complicated when trying to describe someone who you really adore and admire
there are 26 letters in the English alphabet but why does it feel like there should be more?
so here are several reasons why i cherish bianca

number one: she is so understanding and easy to talk to, like at first i thought she was an untouchable force; some sort of female celestial being you know
i was shocked she followed me via twitter and that's how we met
we both were sad
yep, sad that's the word to describe it
a gloomy looming figure standing on top of your heart

number two: she told me who she wrote about, (i don't know if you remember lil' sunflower) but i asked her once
-and mind you, i was terrified of how she'd react because i was so interested and i usually ask other writers, poets, artists who they wrote about.
however, bianca answered truthfully and calmly
in fact she sad nobody asked her this before and i was perplexed why people didn't ask her before in the past

number three: she's like a sunflower,
why? she is such a darling, she's so sweet and she brightens the day by smiling right back at the sun. she needs to rest at night though, so she reads and listens to music and rests just like a sunflower
she also has a knack of cheering me up just like a sunflower

number four: this reason may be stupid but i actually remember her name, so many people i meet i forget their name quickly but hers sticked
i remember her, this is important: i feel like this is my subconscious trying to tell me something. it may seem farfetched but i believe she's special somehow, i may be crazy for saying this....but yeah lol

number five: she has goals in life
this darling has real aspirations in her time here, which i admire about her

number six: her fashion/makeup factor is so on point
we have similar tastes in fashion and makeup hence we watch the same youtubers and such, i really like this about her
it shows more of her quirky and interesting personality

number seven: lucky seven, she loves tea
i don't mean she just drinks it, she breathes tea,
we like the same types as well: none of that nasty berry tea (sorry)

number eight: she can understand me, she listens
bianca listens to my ridiculous little rants all the time even if they're stupid and tedious and i really thank her for this, i go to her when i feel like the four walls are closing in on me and she really does listen to what i have to say

number nine: we plan on meeting someday...
when we both gain some self-confidence and when a jolt of adrenaline kicks in, i'm super excited

number ten: i know there are more reasons but this is where this letter shall end today
she puts up with my stupid imessage not working and the dms on twitter suffice for our friendship, sigh it's annoying but true

i love you darling dear, i hope you have a wonderful night!!

sincerely,
Ria **
this is a letter to one of the sweetest people i know on this odd lil planet
Sad Boy Jul 2018
okay imma go to bed now tho!! hope u have a good night

& that was the last time we spoke
I don’t wanna be dramatic, but that night at the *******, my heart broke
Adapted from my iMessage history
Lexi Vinton Jan 2015
I smile when my profile picture gets 50 likes
but would it mean more
if I liked my face without the assurance of others?

Maybe not,
I'm a millennial, after all.
1994, born and raised
a "90's kid."

I tweeted that...it got 12 favorites.

Too bad I can't favorite my internal thoughts
in order to validate them without sharing them.

I sent that as an iMessage
to my friend who responded
"#deep."

I'm posting this poem on the internet
so that people I don't know can read it.
Maybe they'll even leave a comment.

I say what I feel,
via text message,
followed by an emoji and a hashtag
as a sort of millennial footnote,
minus the APA style.
I'll use LOL style
or FML style
or the style of ironically using texting lingo
to prove that I'm not #basic.

I, Lex the Millennial,
wrote this poem on my iPhone 6.
Eliza Hale Mar 2018
I'm not addicted to my phone.

I'm addicted to what it brings.

My heart aches when its not with yours.

So my heart leaps when my phone rings.

I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate.

I think of it as my connection to you.

My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call.

Because I have iMessage my other apps are few.

So no, I'm not addicted to my phone,

I'm addicted to you.
Alex Langadas Jun 2015
Every great poet has a poem about there dad... So here it goes Dear dad....
Dear mike as someone who wasn't their son would say but hey you may of left but this isn't your typical i hate dad poem because i don't you left but maybe in hindsight we left you she traded you for her “friend” who couldn't keep his lips from the bottle leaving me to mend my own broken heart  “Please just give me one he would say” let me take Alex” You would always make plans just to flake and fake and fake or so i though but your sick what is that and hurt but you would never let out as much of a yelp for help So thanks to you i don't know what a father son picnic is but i also i don't know what its like to wait and wait and wait to play catch in the yard just to have you come home and say your too tired thats the disappointment  my friends know you taught me that beauty in the mind and art is much stronger then the beauty in magazines you taught me that there was no tougher player back in the day then my father you taught me to talk because i spent hours on the phone just so i could stay in touch with you you told me I'm your top cop and you, you were the cream of the crop And i loved you now my mom i couldn't write a poem with out her because she is really what made my father you drove each other out i couldn't sleep all night with out hearing your shouts me and my little brother used to pout all night wondering when it would all end i could look into your eyes dad and tell you were dead you left with out fight because you loved me and i know that even though your not here with me every day no one and i mean no one will ever love me more then my dead beat father so take time to pull out your phone dont open iMessage don't open twitter hit the phone button dial the numbers say hi dad i love you because where ever they are no matter how far no matter how long its been their dreaming of a day where they can simply be your father
Art Dec 2012
What can I say
She's full of beauty
And also intelligent
Averaging a 4.0 every semester
So nice to everyone
Even though these guys you've dated
All did you wrong.
Every time we talk I get nervous
Every time i see you're icon
On my iPhone
I thank god
For giving you time to reply to
My iMessage
You told me you're life plan
And how you would enjoy a family
And I said don't worry
All these hopes and dreams
Will be turned into reality
And right after that i changed the subject so you wouldn't get suspicious.
To nervous to ever take it pass being friends
In my mind I wonder and pounder
How life with you will be
But every time I work up a nerve to ask you will you be mine
Some other guy
Comes into the frame
So I sit back
And keep picturing telling me you love me and how our life together will be one dream come true
One day I will have enough courage to tell you
Can I tell you how much
I wanna be with you.
et arsenal af pligter
skyld som våben
kampføring på åben gade
pile af beskyldninger
gemte under lag af venlige 'kh'er i bunden af imessage-beskeden
mit ønske om bare at svare med et: stopppp :)))
det grålige skemalagte liv
det forventelige liv
nålen af dårlig samvittighed lige under navlen
prikkende, trækker blodet
min krop er ikke en nålepude
dine ord er ikke nåle
og skylden er ikke
rensende
aury Oct 2018
It is 9:52pm.
My better judgement has lost today, so I unlock my phone; typing his name in imessage.
It is 10:21pm.
I read through in silence, his messages a grim reminder of what once was.
It is 10:50pm.
Here they come, like an unwelcome guest. Hot and flowing, the tears pour and my breath quickens. No signs of soon stopping.
It is now 12:13am.
My phone lays dark on my bedside table. My gasping sobs cut through the air, muffled and pained. My sheets cover my head and entangle my body, the only comfort on nights like these.
1:45am.
Up and down. My chest rises at a slow and steady rhythm. The tears are finally dry, no longer staining my cheeks. The memory of him now slips into my dreams, like a ghost in my subconscious.
These nights come fewer and further between as time has passed.
Anais Vionet Oct 2020
I lived in Shenzhen, China, for my 6th and 7th grades.
- China was AMAZING.

In China, blond hair is unusual, I stood out like neon
and touching blond hair was considered good luck.

In a train station, if I stood still, I could draw a curious mob
- especially in the provinces like Heubi and Shanxi. I was in
more than a few selfies but people were polite and respectful.

China is much more advanced than the U.S..
Everything is new, clean and modern - the Internet is faster.
Most trains are bullet trains that travel 325kph (>200mph).
There are more than 10 new, gleaming cities larger (and newer) than New York.

An App called WeChat (used on your phone) runs the world.
imagine Facebook, iMessage, PayPal and Uber combined
- with that one App you could do anything.

At restaurants, you paid your bill at your table using WeChat from a QR code that the electronic corner of your table displayed. You even paid street vendors with the app - no one used cash.

Cameras are everywhere - if you break a law like jaywalking and BBBZZZZ you get a text and the fine is deducted from your WeChat account - all automatically.

Public TV screens, located on corners, show recent violations with the perps picture and the fine they paid - again, automatic.

Does this sound Orwellian? Well, maybe, but Chinese police
don't **** people - or even engage people for minor offenses.

America, you're broke and on the edge of being a third world country.

Yeah, yeah, I know that China is free-market-communist
and certainly imperfect - but if you saw China, you'd be impressed
and you'd know the ugly truth - America has squandered it's wealth on military macho and forty years of war. China's last, small war was in 1980 (With Vietnam who they beat in 3 weeks and 2 days).

Middle America looks almost bombed-out with closed businesses
(even before the pandemic) - but in China, you can’t look anywhere
without seeing building cranes - like a forest of trees. A physical
illustration of Americas loss of wealth.

I LOVE America - it’s sad to see. We've gotta wake up.
China isn't smarter, they learned EVERYTHING about capitalism from us.
FL Apr 2020
iMessage
Today at 12:34 AM
“The patterns in the stars can mean something or they can mean nothing at all, it’s all a matter of perspective. Your beliefs are hot air and so are mine, I choose not to buy what you’re selling. Cheers and don’t send me articles”
Read 12:37 AM
#covid
TREASUREI Nov 4
Im justJoôn - L.A.F.F.

a...
Yellow converse misfit
Looking better in the cold cause my skin is to thick.
And uhhhmmm
Bow and arrow never made a miss,
Hit your target in my heart  cause I cherished every kiss
Yeaaa


Hook:
Wonder..
Wonder if it's all  said in stone,
Wonder....
Wonder if its all dead and gone

Dead and gone ...

Mmm pick up the phone

Let it be known

Verse 2:
At prauper,
Rollin on bean they **** took my babe to runaway that's legit, Up in Tulsa frappe mocha tinted liquor be tippin.
Grindr singing off siri jiggy I ain't listAbercrombie   floating nicely.
Your secrets wanna bite me
Your momma never liked me
Your sister said they kid  from dirtybay don't take him lightly.
Like why you blushing every single time up in his car ?
iMessage blowing up jiggyjoon  meet me at park !

Woahhh
Mmmmmmm
On my spaceship right back to Mars
Woahhh
Vrooomm
Up in your eyes I see the stars ✨
....

Welcome to my planet !
never leave you stranded
raining on the Camry















momma kinda wishing
Welcome to my space ship
okie just a Camry
Thought it was some candy In love with ******* fiend ....!

Yu say you love me like ******* fiend.

I drop two more just like A ******* fiennnnmnndd

Okie I love you

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