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

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 **

A rupture of skin and lids flutter
Open and close
Open and close.

Lets type and text
Hit send!
Hit send?
Hit send.
If I could just make sounds, just like:
:.'"()!!~.,?/+=-_*&^%$#@

Sitting behind screens
Face glowing from the pictures and typed words of others
Whatever happened to romantic letters?
But if you wanted to book me a ticket to Chile
I would put my phone away.

Glancing over at Long Eyelashes
He's sliding, swishing, tapping
All the screens
Just look at me.
But I'm just as guilty

Television screens and news articles
Everyone has something to say
But lets get up
Virtual talking heads hit "like" a thousands times
Robotic mechanical skeletal beings

And if you asked me, ya know--through a text message:
"What do you wanna do, dude?"
I wanna have influence in this short life.
So I put the phone down
And meet you for a cocktail at 5pm.

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.

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

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

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.

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