"skyping" poems
You're tweeting
Texting
Face Timing
Whatsapping
SMSing
Facebooking
Skyping
Yet you seem to disconnect yourself from the authenticity of the present
She, he, them, us- are all gone
Congratulations on your 'social media'
Because now the only thing you can really socialise with, is nothing
So think about the next time you decide to choose social media
Are you willing to risk it all in return for a like, comment or message on a screen?
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
"I'll always be here if you need me."
The last words you said to me.
But I need you now, so what am I to do?
I just sit here, wondering, what would happen if I messaged you again.
You said you didn't have time for friends, but you've graduated now, maybe that's all changed.
You made me so many promises, so many promises that are no longer promises.
Does that make you a liar?
I guess it does, and that's the last thing I'd ever want to call you.
You were always there when I needed you, that was never a lie.
But ever since December 28, 2012, I felt like I've needed you more and more.
So how can you make up those promises?
How can I know if anything has changed?
I'm too scared to reach out to you because I know I can't deal with being shut down again.
I miss you.
I miss our friendship, whatever it may have been.
I miss texting you in class when I was anxious.
I miss the feeling of skyping with you the night before we first met.
I miss you running through my door on my sixteenth birthday to give me the biggest hug I've ever gotten.
I miss having you at my side 24/7.
I miss surprising you at school when I was still home in high school.
I wish you never left my life.
So, I'll always be here if you need me.
That's not a lie.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Life is a series of demands. Hurry up, perform.
Do your homework, write a paper, oh and read 300 pages,
get in those volunteer hours, grab those lab credentials.
I get busy, caught up in projects and I forget stuff
like dinnertime, peeing before it’s an emergency,
or like calling you - last night.
On vacation I’m unplugged, I’m avoiding focus,
I’m not paying attention, my mind’s wandering.
I’d want you less if it were required by law.
I imagine your huge, brown saucer eyes
exhibiting a wounded, blaming expression and I can’t.
Maybe there’s a biological explanation, yes, that’s it,
I’m missing an enzyme, I have a glandular disorder
that prevents long distance relationships from working.
No, not work - It can’t be work - it should be exciting.
Is it a crime to want some time off from pressure?
I’m not asking for a pony.
Just a sabbatical couple of weeks away from obligations.
I felt so guilty that I went to Karen (Lisa’s mom) about it.
We talked for over an hour, she’s so smart, I love her.
She reminded me about the recent lockdowns
and how years of skyping and remote learning
might affect (dull-down) a long distance romance.
I told her what you said, about my sinatra psyche
and she said although I seem absurdly secure,
I’m probably still figuring things out - and that’s ok.
There’s really no substitute for talking to a mom.
I called you - and left a message - I hope you understand.
I turned my phone off - for now.
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 7:15 AM UTC
Out across the Northern sea
she sits serenely watching me as I sit watching her
two chairs,one space
and Skype lets me
look on her face.
So beautiful,
I'm full of glee
but she sits quietly watching me and sees in telescopic sight a man that might appeal and could he feel her heart beat tenderly?
somewhere across the Northern sea.
I felt the winds ride in her hair as the ocean carries me off,where we'll meet,and yes, her heart beats tenderly.
I'll be her picture on the wall,with colours bright so when she calls to me across the Northern sea,
I'll be in frame
Just wait and she will call my name.
This type of Skyping is no game for children or for lesser men.
When oceans rise and flow quite freely from her eyes
I shall sail across the sea to be wallpapered on her screen,compute the distance,data insistence regulates
and eventually terminates the nightly talk.
tonight I walk
tomorrow free
for we will skype again,
I see the Northern lights
she sees in telescopic sight this man
who waits upon the Southern shore
wanting more.
Oh internet
you'll not regret this meeting of the continents and quite content I sit and wait
until the data gate is opened up for me.
she sits and waits somewhere across
the Northern sea.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
We loved like we invented loving
Like I was the first girl to ever want to fall asleep
Smelling your shirt on my pillow
Like you were the first boy to ever
Want to hold my hand
We were insatiable and unstoppable
But then again, I guess we weren't
If we stopped eventually
I see my little brother experience middle school
And I can't help but think of you and me
How much I loved you then
He talks about clubs
And I see myself drawing in my club
Looking out the doorway to see you
Standing there, taking pictures of me for photography club
Oh how I loved you then
That sweet boy of --twelve, was it?--
It felt like we were so grown up and knew everything about life
We were ready for everything, it seemed
I remember praying every night in seventh grade
That you would like me
Because your love was something I had always wanted
More than anyone else's
I remember being in girl scouts
And not being able to talk to you because I was selling cookies
Only to look up, and there you were!
You made your dad drive all the way over to the far mall
To buy cookies from me, but told him you wanted to go to Chick Fil-A
I could hardly make change for two boxes, I was so enamored
I remember Skyping for six whole hours
While shaking secretly from my side of the camera
Wondering if you felt the same way about me
As I always had about you
Until you finally asked if I still felt the same
Of course I did, I always have
I remember being in the planetarium in eighth grade
Secretly holding your hand in the darkness
Feeling little shivers run up my arms
Every time you squeezed my fingers
I remember our first kiss
Stopping after at Lito's pizza
Those special memories
That belong only to us
To put it in perspective,
That is why it has been so hard
To let you go
Because I remember these things
And I flash back to us when he tells me about middle school,
It's hard to not fall in love with the idea of us all over again
So as I look at you now
Six years later, these memories come back
And that's why it's hard
To look at you
Because I could barely believe
The single thing I wanted to continue on forever
Ended
So how do you truly forget your first love?
If your love was true?
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
I'm sick of feeling stuck
To holding on
And to isolating myself
And to feeling numb, not because of all the pains
But just because it's sitting there.
I want to move on, start over
Breathe a new cloud
But I don't have the energy,
But I lay in bed all day on my laptop
Under the covers, skyping the girl who gives me all her love unconditionally.
I don't want to feel so stuck
And I feel stuck.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
The things i should thought of before I started singing.
I know I should start apologying because I've did all the craziest things .
Even though you still took me out for ice cream.
Because you got tired of me skyping.
so then in the morning we both went biking.
Then you started going skydiving.
Then I cried a million times don't you show that time to me .
Because I'm just another dream that you'll ever see.
i almost cried when i wrote this song for my fiance Jonathan .
i love u alot i really really do . and i wish i can explain it to u by saying sorry for texting so many times . please forgive me johnthan.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
It's not the same. Skyping and calling and texting will never be the same. Actually being able to see her, is 10x better. Because then we can go to the mall together. Then I can hug her. Then we get to celebrate holidays together. Being together and being apart are completely different. And if I could, I would have her here with me or I would be there. I would choose to be with her in a heartbeat. Because I love her. Thats my best friend. I don't want to lose her. If I did I don't know what I would do. And when she's her or I'm there, everything is perfect. It's just another summer and us spending every day together. It's just another sleepover. It's a normal weekend. Then she's gone and I can't just text her and ask her to come over. Because it's not the same. Distance doesn't destroy friendships. But it does hurt. I can't hang out with her at lunch eating the ****** cafeteria food. I can't just walk over to her house. Because its never the same. I can't see her without weeks of planning in advance. I can't go trick or treating with her, cause we're hundreds of miles apart. I can't gossip about the people at school with her, because I don't know the people at her school. I can't just hang out with her anymore. Because it's not the same, and theres so many poems out there that will tell you everything will be the same you'll just find other ways of doing stuff like that. It's completely different. And skyping and texting are never the same as watching a movie together and talking by the pool. Yes, that really helps. But its not the same
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
What kind of joke am I?...
You just told me,
*"I wanna be friends...
But that isn't good enough for you."*
*Do you not realize
What you've done?*
You didn't "lead me on". You made me believe in you. Convinced me we had a future together.
You promised me we'd be okay.
You told me I meant the world to you.
You told me there was no place like my arms. That they were the most calming thing in the world.
You told me your mom wouldn't be angry.
You called it a speed bump... , yeah, that too.
You told me it would be over soon... how early was soon?
You told me your parents wouldn't come after me. That turned to ******** pretty quickly.
Your last interactions with me were a kiss...
You told me you'd always love me.
You told me you'd always want me.
*That changed a lot.
You changed your stories...*
Something like, "I thought he would get over me on his own. I fell out of love with him. It was obvious."
"How dare you. You treated me like **** We're not okay."
"If I even love you, then..." ... which became "I care about you...", you avoid the L word now.
"Skyping with ***** is the best way to bring in the new year!" ...I feel so worthless now.
Your mom lied to my pastor, and his wife, and you, and my grandmother about me.
Is your relationship with her, a speed bump too? You lied. I actually believed you. Why don't you understand?
I've been waiting for 5 months. I'll end up waiting 50 years for you, because I'm really that stupid.
Your parents threatened me legally. They lied to people I love to ruin my life. You thanked them for it!
How do her lips taste? You tricked me. Thanks a lot.
You lied to me. You don't even use that word anymore. "care"...
You lied. You don't want me anymore. Why did you lie to so much? I'm all broken now.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
I'm happy for you, okay?
But don't expect me to keep acting like my old self when you haven't been acting like your old self
You keep talking to me because you know I won't ever stop supporting you
Friends are friends and I'll be there til the end
But my patience is wearing thin and one day I won't be here anymore
You keep talking to me as if you didn't freeze me out for the last 8 months
When someone hurts me, I don't talk to them
That girl you "dated"?
She hurt me
Betrayed me and stabbed me in the back with that fake smile of hers and know-it-all aura.
You let her manipulate your mind and honestly, I thought you were better than that
I must've been pretty foolish to think a thought that was so far from the truth
You're still just a boy and I could tell
You had some figuring out to do
Our conversations became short and curt
I used to be able to tell you anything
Now you're back but you're definitely not the same Max I knew
I know, I know it's so cliche to say
I notice things
I don't let people mess with my mind and get away with it
So for you to waltz back in with your dyed hair and nose turned up in the air
Is not fair
I see past your "oh so f-ing tough" exterior
You tell me how bad it is like I don't already know
You "live life on the edge" and I'll give you that
But you do NOT tell me I don't know how hard it is
You're the little brother I never had and I hate watching what's become of you
I'm watching a train wreck
And the Train is our friendship
I wonder if you remember how close we used to be
The pictures you sent me of your little sister
The poems I sent you that you pretended to read
I wonder if you remember Skyping with me just so you could show me the snow in New York when it was 80 degrees in AZ
I wonder if you remember...
We all grow up at some point in our lives
Some, sooner than others
You can't hold a conversation for longer than five minutes
So why should I?
Because friends are friends until the end of time
And I used to think that was true
But the clock stopped ticking and
Our time is up
And even though I'd love so much just to be able to scrape the imprint you left on my heart right off
I know
You were more than a few sentences in my book that I won't ever be able to erase
Even though I was just a word in yours
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I hate that we ever met.
That I love you silently still.
I hate that your voice still haunts
My afternoons and my silence.
Anime & DS games remind me of you. Intimate kisses as affection grew. Watching sailor moon and skyping for weeks at a time. Until the weekend when I drove all night- to hold you.
I hate that you were mine. I'd never felt so completely loved and loved so deeply, and I hate that I know your kiss.
I hate that we shared moments of bliss.
I hate this. I wish I could pay to forget your eyes,
The curve of your smile and the feel of my hand on your thighs as we danced barefoot and walked along the ocean shore. I hate that you abandoned me when I needed you most.
I hate that you haunt me like a ghost.
I hate that I need you still.
And I hate most of all that perhaps-
I always will.
-Dm 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
You make me feel like it's magic
Caught in the tricks oh the tricks of you.
You make me feel like this is tragic
The wounds on my body my body cause of you.
Tell me when I'm trying, I'm trying to get over to you.
I just don't get it don't get why I'm up all on you.
Texting and calling
Oovoo and skyping
Well friend I'm trying to I'm trying to get threw...
***** to know you look at me snapchating,
But there is nobody nobody and you..
Look over me and think I'm not gunna be wound..
You only text me just to be tragic
You only Skype me when you wanna be magic
**** pics and body shots that keeps thinking you don't..
Love me like I think
Like I think you do.
Well I'm escaping escaping what you do why you do that you know.
Watch how I don't reply to bodies and bodies of **** Gold...
When I say you I mean me and when I say I , I mean I'm escaping your Body Control.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
A Note From Exile
I cannot go home.
Rather I cannot go where my family lives - that place ceased to be home some time ago.
I was a soldier during the Cold War and my neighbors there have become more like East German loyalists than American citizens.
They surrender their rights without question
They are eager to call out community members on social media for ‘social distancing violations’.
They use shame and ridicule to control others
They applaud the police for keeping children from playing in gigantic public parks
They trust politicians who ignore public defecation and drug use to look out for ’the public good'
They allow themselves to be labeled ‘essential’ and ’non-essential’
They carry ’traveling papers’ in the event that they are stopped by the police
They propagate the most inflammatory statistics without ever validating their veracity.
Because…
They heard it on CNN.
So I will remain 1098 miles away
Zooming
Skyping
Facetiming
Until the contagion subsides
And then I’ll return
To a completely different world.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
I cannot go home.
Rather I cannot go where my family lives - that place ceased to be home some time ago.
I was a soldier during the Cold War and my neighbors there have become more like East German loyalists than American citizens.
They surrender their rights without question
They are eager to call out community members on social media for ‘social distancing violations’.
They use shame and ridicule to control others
They applaud the police for keeping children from playing in gigantic public parks
They trust politicians who ignore public defecation and drug use to look out for ’the public good'
They allow themselves to be labeled ‘essential’ and ’non-essential’
They carry ’traveling papers’ in the event that they are stopped by the police
They propagate the most inflammatory statistics without ever validating their veracity.
Because…
They heard it on CNN.
So I will remain 1098 miles away
Zooming
Skyping
Facetiming
Until the contagion subsides
And then I’ll return
To a completely different world.
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
We met and connected, then she went away
I didn't like texting or skyping, she felt the same way
Romantic letters didn't do it either
I thought the most romantic message would be myself
So there I was, what a surprise for her
All the way there for her
Oh, she was amazed and what a thrill
When she walked up a kissed me, then said
"I'm still your girl."
I said I had something to tell her
She said, "What?," and I said "I love you."
She made it clear she felt the same,
Now we are two
I'm lucky because she loves me more than most people ever get loved
As for that trip I did take
It paid off, does so every day
That was no mistake
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
Lying In Bed In Truth
I lie in bed.
I look down at this body.
Mine.
Not very interesting.
I wish to feel the single this.
Aloneness.
Thingness.
Separated and detached,
No past which wants to show itself;
Just now.
Alone but not a lonely I,
For as a Buber labeled it,
An I and Thou,
All others also I and Thou
Surrounding and surrounded by…
Monads all.
Single souls.
Working on and out the hole
And whole of this existence.
Fingers typing,
Eyes a-skyping
Mind hard to describe
Where is it?
What’s it doing?
All and nothing.
What’s it want?
A knowing all integrally,
Organically,
Unseparate yet separated.
This is mysticism underrated
In a nutshell.
Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC