I read her text:
"I'm vexed and oversexed,"
"Oh no, what will my Mother think?"
I sent a text:
"Screw vexed, Baby, I'm next,"
"Bring your Mom along for a drink!"
I read her text:
"You next?, you're the one vexed!"
"You're so bad and your manners stink!"
I sent a text:
"Not vexed, just oversexed,"
"Mom might not be mad as you'd think."
These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences
Also to record a conversation or video criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages.
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused
To meet converse
give me a ring
hmu
perchance communicate
'twould be a fine thing
if it were so
but no
wtf
lower case letters and emojis
are the way of the day
mostly with nothing much to say
smh
no wonder the globe is warming
with all the power used and abused
omg
but what did they find
to fill their tiny minds
lol
before they owned
their so-called smart phone
idk
i text dead people for advice.
not because they answer—
they don’t—
but because they never interrupt.
i tell my grandfather
about the boy who left mid-winter
and how my ribcage still
clicks shut like a locket
when someone new gets close.
he was buried in silk,
but i like to imagine
he’d wear combat boots now
and tell me to run before love
swallowed me whole.
i ask Sylvia
what to do
with the hurt that has no name,
the ache that sits like a houseguest
i never invited.
i send her my poems at 3 a.m.—
the ones with too much blood
and not enough metaphor.
she doesn’t reply.
but somehow, i feel seen.
sometimes i text
my childhood self.
she’s dead too,
in a way.
i ask her if the monster
was really under the bed
or if it slept in a room that never unlocked.
she sends back
a drawing of a girl
with no mouth.
i know what she means.
my inbox is a graveyard.
a collection of ghosts
who hold more kindness
than most living hands.
they never leave me on read.
they never ask me
to explain my sadness
in bullet points.
i text dead people for advice
because the living
tend to offer solutions
when all i want
is for someone
to hold the question.
I said just breathe in, uncompress your lungs—
re-tongue a kindness
in through mouth—now, hold your death.
Pen's pulses, still, stand witness.
messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke
your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore
pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore
I heard your exciting news today
A brand new baby on the way
Congratulations to you and your man
I’m so delighted to be a great gran
Your mum is happy, she waited a while
And ecstatic dad has a permanent smile
But remember my dear this is not a toy
It’s real live baby, girl or boy.
Have you thought of a name for this bundle of joy ?
Foolhardy sixteen-year-old driver Jay
Risked his life to show off for a friend
Felt invincible every single given day
Until his life came to a crashing end
Sometimes,
We have time but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We reach out but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We wake up to that text but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have a friend but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We smile and laugh but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have welcome home but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have calls ringing but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have love but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have a place to serve but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have all we need but sometimes we do not
Sometimes,
We have faith and hope but sometimes we do not.
Make hay while it is still day, they say
Serve while you can
Smile and laugh more
Love and love back
Enjoy that coffee
Pay that bill
Pick that call
Text that text
Because;
Sometimes the well runs dry and;
No text comes
No welcome homes
No phone rings
No one sits on that seat
No place to serve
No one cares anymore
And hope dwindles as faith faints.
A texted Tanka
we h#ve mucx to lay
textins is two limited
it is balter if
we p2e pen to pazer and
cor4espmd with0ut er7ors
we have much to say
texting is too limited
it is better if
we put pen to paper and
correspond without errors
texting, emailing
facebook, chat, tiktok, tweet, x
letter writing lost
One kiss and I fall like
A green leaf on the bed
Your lullaby lips
Go to my head
I find my body tingles
At just the thought of
Any kind of interaction with you
Real or imagined
So much so I wonder if it
Will be harder to deal with reality
Should we ever meet
Than it is to live in fantasy
Ears hug your baritone voice
When you call like a conductor
I have no choice but follow
Your lead the music we create
From love letters via text
iPhones FaceTime we make
A fantasy world where we
Are together despite distance
I close my eyes and listen
To my red heart beat for you
Musically yours beats for me too
So why don’t we cross thousands
Of miles to share reality
Versus an internet smile
You don't text me anymore.
I don't blame you.
I gave you my number, but didn't save yours too.
You didn't wish me a happy New Year.
No fault of yours; I hold no fear.
I waited for a text, but stared at the blue,
Wondering why, but knowing what to do.
You don't text me anymore.
It's something I can't get out of my mind.
I told you I had a child;
you took it as something so mild.
You don't text me anymore.
It's sad but true:
you wanted everything I couldn't give you.
You don't text me anymore.
In silence, I grieve
because we had so much in common.
We could have been besties.
It can't be called "temptation" if you don't give in.
Telling me about every horrible thing
you've ever seen
I fell for your poetry,
but not you.
I thought I made that obvious;
unfortunately, you never had the slightest clue.
I'm not mad, but glad
that I got a chance to meet someone like you.
And I hope you'll realize that soon.
Unsent text
I want so much to knock on the door to your happiness and ask if I can love you too.
Selfishly I want to share what was never mine
How can I ask for forgiveness for wanting to be loved in the way that I can’t
A beautiful cliche of the human experience
I am a whisper who yearns to be a voice
Like a puzzle piece I want to fit where it makes sense but is not correct
I am not an enigma
The secrets of my universe want to be shared
To those who are willing to hold a space for my heart, I grant you all my wishes
Eyes obstructed, where miles go
So important, who we kill intentionally
Even ourselves, risk to injury
To death do we die desire
In our own mind silent misery
Living a life we take, if not our own
Text-ing, a straight neck deadly society
They drive and text, walk and text
Even on a call and text we done
They eat and text, some crap while doing
Has tech consumed even outside play
Days of call me at home
A phone booth on a corner street
People use brain we call a library
Now all AI doing thinking before speak
Crime in streets, Internet isn't safe
A worm hole, a back door
Sounds like wild sex, it's electrifying
Text-ing, an erge as addicted as drugs
Phone always in face even while sleep
Early morning coffee, grab on way up
Where's excitement to life's adventure
A computer leading lifes way
If it's man-made it breaks
Down even our soul's drama fill world
Text-ing, as deadly as a phone to the ear
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