"texter" poems
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If there could be one punishment
It would surely be this
The effect so sinister yet so innocent
A simple reply would bring the world peace
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Why should I blame you for my heart's unease?
It not as horrendous as compared to blue ticks
Unless, of course, you deactivated your read receipts
Like a professional crook who covers their prints
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The wait is driving me insane
But I've to mask my maniacal pettiness
Put on a straight face to feign
Is it that hard to hide my emptiness?
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
I tried keeping my love to myself and it left me empty-
Bottling up all I have left me heavy.
The weight anchored me to a quiet ocean floor beyond the sunlight.
So I took my love and divided it up in ways I can give to everyone-
The corny yet punny sense of humor, the hand to hold, the advice even when you don't want it, the adventure seeker, the invested listening, the lover, the 2 am "I'm thinking too much my heart might implode" texter, the hopeful disposition, the empathy, the person you can call only when you need.
I learned that keeping all my love kept me in the dark,
And giving it all to one left me eventually alone.
I learned that in order to float back up from the depths, I had to love far and wide;
I learned that this is how I must be to stay alive.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
You must know that if I were not 20 and relatively broke,
I'd be on the next plane to you.
You need to know that I am a miserable texter and I always miss calls,
And missing you is the only thing I do better.
You should know that it is so true- distance makes the heart grow fonder,
Though I find myself only fond of the days that you were 10 minutes down the road and not 10 hours.
I ache for the long drives down silent roads at 12 am and the long coffee dates at 2 in the afternoon.
I ache for the time we had time at our leisure and it was not down to counting the days until I see you next.
You need to know that in my darkest moments, yes, a call will do. But I'm kidding myself if I think that's what I really need.
I miss having you by my side rather than on the other side of the country,
Where we are split by time zones and state lines.
I feel torn in two when I get the call about how broken you feel and there isn't a **** thing I can do other than hope the phone line somehow relays how much I really do care.
Trust me, I ache to be with you more than your actual heart aches. I have not met many people like you, people who get me and see me through.
I have not found the people I want to tell all to, people that I fit with.
I fit with you, and I need you to know that it's only fitting when we are together.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Like a ghostly memory rehaunting my mind,
Now I am older I see what you did and all your lies,
Nasty, twisted, bitter anger, smell of life,
Hate how you trigger and disfigure me after all this time.
Memories return, stuff I thought was gone forever,
Trying to deal with all this **** then you anonymous texter.
Hit me when I’m down, only just started to feel better,
Now I can’t sleep again, or dream, back to a bed wetter.
Sleep with a knife by my side, claw hammer and bat,
Because if I saw you intruding again, you’ll get smacked,
See through confusion to see your wrong, protect your back.
What you did was wrong, against the law, that’s a fact.
Why did I enter your head, you contact a ***** past,
Now I’m an adult, you decide you want to play a part,
Twist me even more, you lonely, excuse of your heart,
You and others are hindering my path.
Sick, do you even realise what you did?
Some maybe, but you fit in the category of the sick,
Child abusing, nonse, paedo, take your pick,
Don’t make the excuse that you were just drunk or a bit thick
© Emma Johnson
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 2:40 AM UTC
You're a midnight texter,
I'm a conversation starter,
I never will ever stop talking,
As the silence scares me,
But not as much as it does to you,
Not as much as it does to the way your hands,
Shudder,
Whilst talking,
Am I that intimidating?
You tried avoiding eye contact,
Knowing that I'm amused,
Watching your words tremble,
Maybe you didn't notice,
Me,
Staring,
As if I'm like one of those,
Warning ads,
On your cigarette packaging,
That you don't even bother,
To take a glance at.
Hands,
Your hands fascinate me,
Maybe,
It's because you're not used to girls,
Being too fussy,
Too loud,
Too meticulous.
The second time we talked,
I realized that,
I was the only one,
Who's practically speaking,
I yelled at you,
In the fast food restaurant,
Apparently making fun of myself,
It's not that I'm acting dumb,
I'm acting clueless.
I know you well,
Not too well though,
Perhaps,
It's from my acquaintance,
They are acquainted,
Of your existence,
Well,
I do too.
Maybe it's because of your hair,
How it reminds me a lot of Amber,
Nor the depth of the ocean,
Or maybe it's because of your glasses,
Or the way you wear your trousers,
Above your ankles,
That the picture of it,
Makes me wonder if that is how,
You're going to dress,
If Coachella was a candle light dinner,
And they recall a nostalgic vibe from the 60s,
Though I wasn't even exist at that time.
You're soft,
A soft sinner people find you manipulative,
I find you an oncoming danger,
An expected wave,
Come running from the other side of,
"I could've loved you.",
To a new shore of,
"I've loved you.",
But the weight of the world,
Pulls you away from being loved,
So you figured how to love yourself,
By drowning each and every piece of you,
In the middle of,
"I won't fall in love again.',
But that's preposterous,
You did fall in love,
Again and again and again,
Each time you decided not to.
Remember,
That one night,
Your thumbs became tap dancers,
Tapping onto the keys,
Followed by a soft tempo,
You said,
"I love you,
If you don't feel the same way,
Please assume,
That this was for your poem."
So,
If you were to read this one day,
Here's a disclaimer,
I didn't write this poem for you,
I wrote this poem about you.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
Just text me
I'm just a text away
Cause I don't wanna
Be near to you
To hear what you gotta say
I'd rather hear a beep
Than your wails and screams
Electric still sensations
Than angry sweet vibrations
When what you meant
Is not what it seems
Don't call me
Don't even think about it
You gotta be a dumb fall-whiffler
A bird-brained vapid zinger
F'you even think I'll answer it
Your rage got more swag in it
When I put in some background music
Alone with wine and cheese
Just let me give no **** in peace
Where all my sighs
Are all that I need
The glow on my screen
Is a better sight
Than the rage in your eyes
Spelling terror and plight
Rather grow this ache in my head
Why don't we both shut up instead
Rid our selves of the fester,
Just text me, I'm a texter.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Nothing makes me angrier
than when people tell me not to worry.
Oh! Of course! Just because you told me not to,
all of my anxiety has disappeared!
Just like that, you "fixed" me!
How many times will I have to say,
It. Doesn't. Work. Like. That.
You've never had a boyfriend before
and have a huge crush on this guy?
Don't worry! Just ask him out, of course he likes you.
(Why would he, no one ever has before,
if he likes me why won't he ask me out)
This is your first boyfriend and you've
never kissed anybody before?
Don't worry! It's easy, all you have to do
is lean up and kiss him!
(Oh god, I want to, but it doesn't work like
that, I freeze up and smile awkwardly and
the moment passes)
You haven't seen your boyfriend in two weeks
and haven't had one real conversation in that time?
Don't worry! He is just a horrible texter.
(He wasn't always, something must be wrong,
he must want to break up with me,
maybe he's too chicken to do it himself and
wants me to break up with him)
Don't worry!
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
It's funny.
No one catches my eyes like you do.
No one gives me a reason to breathe even more like you do ; for my racing heartbeat, for your smell.
No one inspires me to go to any extent to make a girl smile like you do
No one makes me as patient as i am like you do ; to make you like me
No one understand how i feel for you, nobody does
No one can perceive you like how i perceived you as; someone very special
No one can ever describe this, it's like whatever i'm doing now i know it's going to be worth it one day,despite your busy schedule and you're a bad texter
No one can understand this because every meet up session i feel that every conversation we have is a make up to our long missing communication.
No one understands how i have missed you.
It's just funny
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
Pale as snow,
and eyes so blue,
and not quite yet mine.
Not a lover,
but a dancer.
With his own kind of mind.
Complicated personality,
but yet such simple taste.
Drawing me in,
so I'm chasing my heart,
and leaving no mark of space.
Swift witted,
slow texter.
Only chatty eye-to-eye.
Fights on whether I understand him.
He's that 'something' kind of guy.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
Do you ever be in a relationship where u didn't feel the sparks being with them? Not that u didn't try but, you're out of your mind to do anything about it. Everyday is dull and boring.
Maybe the distance? There's nothing we could help with that and neither of us owned a license. Only texts and calls were the only way to reach ourselves and yet, nothing special were born there. Every day i waited for something new to come and lastly, i know i should stop expecting.
Sometimes, i forgot that im in a relationship. Being with him made me become a lazy texter because I didn't know what else to talk about. Sometimes i just wanted to confess the truth about how i felt. But i didn't want to be the reason we broke up. So, i waited. I counted the days and hope.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC