"phoneless" poems
Another typical afternoon
In the Sunshower State
South Florida we call it
On my way in to work
Listening to music
Phone in hand
Then it happened
I slipped and fell
My phone now airborne
Me on the ground
No good could come from this
Once it met with the pavement
It did three spinning backflips
Then stuck the landing
The screen now cracked
Now I'm left living phoneless
A liberated attachment
No phone calls, texts or e-mails
No random googling or facebook status checks
Freedom from complications
These are the first few days
Then it sinks in
Detachment from the world around me
In these digital days
I have lost my lifeline
No quick access to information
No calling for help
Disconnected from everyone
And everything around me
A week wait for the repair
My dependency has become clear
If you don't want to admit it
It's ok, we all have it
This is just my story
How I found out about
My cellular co-dependency
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
I know it was mostly me, I asked too much
you gave everything, still.
I apologise, I could not handle your particular brand of crazy
or your self-righteous attitude.
It was always something I'd said or done
and it gave me thrills to wind you up.
Then you snapped, slapping and choking
over a question about a film.
I screamed so loud that your father woke up.
He didn't do a **** thing.
Stranded in a strange city, broke and phoneless
I stayed.
You spent the night on the couch while I cried
alone in your bed.
We fought again the next morning
over the busted radio in your piece of **** car.
You slammed the breaks and smashed my head
and I knew then that I did not love you
still, I stayed.
for a week or two
and then I called it quits,
I still don't blame you,
because I stayed
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 3:02 AM UTC
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless
what am i supposed to do with this moment
i'd rather give you* what the moon has given to me
(deflect)
the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays
the window cant block her message
she's here staring right at me
but i can't have her
i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?
(what am i supposed to do with this moment)
i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
*Three days without a phone
And I realized
Nothing has gone wrong
Everything is as is
Life goes on
People move on
From new moon to full moon
Leaves falling and growing again
A tea in cold quiet winter evening
Made more sense
A tormented soul though
With more and more hollows
Realized how I crave for love
Buried myself into books, blankets and cried out as much as I could
Remained quiet
until I found my inner soul
Reaching to me to love thyself.*
Love is found within after all!
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless
what am i supposed to do with this moment
the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays
the window cant block her message
she's here staring right at me
but i can't have her
i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?
i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless
what am i supposed to do with this (moment)
the halo around her body
the window can't block her message
she's here staring right at me
(the first time i ever felt rays)
but i can't have her
i want to give you her presence
i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?
(what am i supposed to do with this moment)
i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless
what am i supposed to do with this moment
the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays
the window cant block her message
she's here staring right at me but i can't have her
i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?
(what am i supposed to do with this moment)
i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
I can't take a picture of the moon i'm phoneless
what am i supposed to do with this (moment)
the halo around her body
the first time i ever felt rays
the window can't block her message
she's here staring right at me
but i can't have her
i want to give you her presence
i admitted defeat once
do i have to do it twice (again)?
(what am i supposed to do with this moment)
i cried to the artist with her work on display
i didn't know i had that kind of empathy in me,
i'm surprising myself more and more everday
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC