"textin" poems
My phone buzzes with a text
His eyes dart over, blood shot red.
The angers coming out, palms start to sweat.
I always begged him not to do ****
"Who the **** you textin! Let me ****** read!"
This is how it starts, manipulating my heart,
And beating till I bleed.
I say ***** you don't even own me.
You barely even know me!
Your a ****** fiend and a ****** who claims to only smoke ****
but I know youll never get clean.
Youre an unemployed mommy's boy at the age of 23.
Stop slapping me around and be the **** you claim to be.
If your so ******** then why don't you **** me?"
Suddenly I've got a rope around my neck being dragged across the floor.
His eyes go black as he dishes out more.
Now I'm in the middle of the street,
how the **** did I get here?
I never moved my own feet.
He tackled me to the pavement and I started to scream.
There's a man on the sidewalk ignoring my pleas.
The cops showed up but I denied all these things.
He's sitting in jail but I'll never press charges.
He's got a couple felonies and they found needles in his apartment.
I know he's dangerous but deep down he's sweet.
He only hit me a little, and never put me towards death.
Everyone hates woman that stick up for their beating so I'll lay it to rest.
Maybe my minds just distorted from trying to save a monster on ****
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
The pen, they say, is mightier,
but is it keener than a knife?
This brittle blade of insolence,
unleashed to lash at life.
'Yeah, innit, Bruv, he got right up in my face,
cos my phone was out in lesson time
and he called me a disgrace.
Like, so, whatever, mate,
I told him where to go,
trying to tell me English,
while I'm textin' my new hoe.'
The pen is not mightier,
it is tarnished and obtuse,
a vision of a different age,
wrought blind from its misuse.
Its sapling song of innocence,
split south across the grain
and cast across the classroom,
yanked up and lobbed again.
'Do you get me, Blood?
He was pointing at a seat,
expectin' ME to sit there,
as if it were a treat.
I told him where to stick it
and called him out a clown,
I **** this one-way death pit
as I'm walkin' round and round.'
The pen should still be mighty
and not a strangled stream,
that's crawling up an incline,
like an M. C. Escher dream.
Its muddy banks lie dormant,
both acorn and an oak.
'Cut that **** you KEENO,
let's **** off for a smoke.'
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
hmmm hm hmmm
you've left again,
and truth be told it's best
so don't tell me that you love me still
that you just need to get some things in your head straight
hmm hm hmm
because you had your head on the entire time
you just wanted to rest it for a while
and I was your soft pillow
a punching bag if you must
you flipped me around when I was too hot
you seem to always like me better when I'm cool
my silence will always be reassuring
the heat will make you nervous.
hmm hm hmm
I cope by talking
so let me talk to people that are like you
my ex
exes.
girls that have wanted me from the beginning, am I really
that charming?
I have three, four if you're counting the girl i sent nudes to last night
i'm disgusting
I should have kissed her in that bathroom, you know.
i should have took advantage of the situation
I don't like that you're the last person my lips tasted
hmm hm hmmm
running my fingers across the keyboard
they dance in a rhythm only I can figure out
I've got plans, a future, and a pack of cigarettes waiting for me at home
I should have listened when people said to stay away from you
I'm mad because you let me believe you when you said
i love you
because i always meant it
i love you more, most, forever and always, that was the promise, the deal.
I was supposed to be loved by you and you alone.
and you for me.
maybe you left
hmm hm hmmm hm
because you have other people that you want.
but you'll never in your life find someone like me
but maybe that's good because
hell I know that i'm actually very toxic.
manipulative.
dramatic.
draining
i've heard it all before
i'm too sensitive.
these are truths
i'll fix it.
i'll get better.
and you will too
hmm hm hmmm
i shouldn't still be writing about you. i've been broken for a while
but it feels easier now.
i can just pretend that you don't exist, that's easier for me
that is how i have to cope now.
after Justin, i thought i wouldn't love
i should have focused on getting hurt again.
i know that it's possible now.
well sorta.
after him, i went numb.
hell. what am i ever talking about
i guess what i'm meaning to say is
we'll be a lot happier without each other
at least we were long distance.
you don't have to see me or hear me everyday.
I have you blocked on social media for that reason.
but i can't block your number
i like knowing that you'll come back eventually.
and if not knowing, then hoping
when you find out what you've ****** up don't be textin' my phone
i like you better when you leave me alone.
hmm mhm hm
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
*I have to be honest.
There was a time when I wondered what would become of you
Call it a sign but it’s harder to see your point of view
Wanted to know how somebody could be so cold
A woman who pays no mind sayin’ friendship is gettin’ old
Elder abuse to social interactions
And even without excuses it’s harder to see the usage
Of minutes I spent on textin’ her, mind you the reason
I’m doin’ it cause I want to while thinkin’ that I was testin’ her
But ultimately I started to know her character
Havin’ respect without knowin’ what to expect
Independence rooted in spirit, harder to scrape the fibre
Hopin’ not to admit that she’s beautiful, run it by her
The conversations we’re havin’, I’m lookin’ forward to them
I’m always checkin’ on her, I wonder why
But I’m guessin’ she thinks I’m smitten too, she might be onto somethin’
Amazin’ features, I’m thinkin’ up quite a song from nothin’
Beautiful name and I always stop to admire it
Guard her attention from lesser men who desire it
I need to know my place, happy to read what she types
Nobody’s type, yet expression of envy on my face
Force to be reckoned with, aimin' for that perfection
And I’m takin’ a second displayin’ my full affection
By writin’ this little lyrical letter, I’m feelin’ better now
I've made her curious, startin’ to feel the pressure now
A livin’ Princess in love with god’s creatures
And compared to many she suffers from odd features
But not to me cause I’m lookin’ past all the layers
Messagin’ late at night and we’re callin’ each other later
I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way
A great companion cause friendship is for another day
I’m not the type to disappear if there’s no interest
Happy to tell you - I promise that I am here to stay.*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
- makin coffee in the French press
- sippin the hot coffee
- takin the red line to class
- finally singing after a long time
- looking up & realizing I am existing in Chicago
- feelin good
- knowing I will always stay who I am
- incorporatin the word "truely" into my daily thoughts in order to inspire myself into being true with everything and truely accomplishing everything for myself
- textin my mom and saying I love her
- textin my dad and saying I love him
- sendin my journalism teacher a thank you email
- textin my choir director a hello text
- texting Roni and loving Roni all the time
- stopping on the street and breathing and feelin the air around me because I'm alive
- havin this same feeling tomorrow
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
see go to sleep I only cuz I drem bout you and me never see you in person so all that’s left is for me to dream tired of textin you callin you My Spaceing you but my dreams never come ture when I see your face I have no words to say cuz im shocked by ur beauty so I use body language ur wat I think about ur what I dream bout girl im here to tell you it’s the thought that counts so I dream
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
What the fffffff these,,. ******* on?
Ya friends, textin me
When they're out,, drunk .. On the sceneeee
How/ : does it feel?
Good.?
Probably worse.than it shouldd
,, girls are evil?
You ******* made us this '; way
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
What The Heart Feels
-SlimKwAgGa
Gotta pain,whilst missing you;
Get insane,girl you know it true
Crazy games,played boo,
It's getting' ma,mind taboo
Like You Know Who
Is your name,girl you got no clue
How much I think bout you
Your worth more than 102
Don't tell me “I love you”
Cos I love you more than 2
Drunk textin' you,but I got no *****
In ma' system,guese I'm drunk in love with you
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Current society shapes the capability of our complexion,
Therefore giving us low probability of self succession.
We mentally prowl for this desired affection,
But we just can't link like bad wifi connection.
Constantly looking at our phones to see who's textin',
The thought of today's constriction is so perplexing..
If we don't mesh in with our peers social sections
then we feel unwanted, putting us in societal depressions.
All these little factors add up to a collection,
Which then follows up to a pivotal reflection
on whether we're good enough, constant mirror inspections.
Trying to figure out what other people see out of our projection.
No equality comes out of this culture, the hunt for perfection.
A figment of imagination, a vision of oblivion.
This should serve as a sudden ejection from the mindset we're in.
Hopefully this serves as a life changing lesson
to let our world free, & gift them with expression.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
T'was a twext
my twitter did feed
all a'flutter
in twembling misdeed
of sextin' and textin'
in twitter lo'
when lo'
my twue love
did appear tweed off
she did said
you two timing tweeter!
and flew off!
again!!
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
It was your fault
Stop tryin to blame me
U were wrong
I was rite
That nite
U did the worst
I didn't do nothin
All that wasted time
U were never mine
I was always yours
Stop callin
Stop textin
Learn yo lesson
Be kind to us who love u
Cuz outta the blue
****
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC