Phones Away: Can You Hear Me Now?

Phones away
Can you hear me now?
Together let us take just a second to ponder-
What will the next generations see upon exiting the womb?
The doctor’s instructions listed on the BlackBerry in Mommy’s hands
As a baby’s Twitpic is more important than any introduction to its family
Each child to be babysat by the computer monitor by the age of three
And no single iPhone game, raising a garden, moves quickly enough
To sooth the impatient itch caused by a 45 second lack of distraction
Forget fear of swirlies at school; too busy bullying by way of statuses
“No phones in class, Dear; now read my fancy power point slide”
So, where is the need for group dialogue and exchanged,
When there is access to absent minded discussion boards online?
Life to be stored on various devices; mandated by events listed on Facebook
You can share with the world each subchapter in your agenda book
One hundred forty characters or less- don’t you dare forget
Control the “about me” that others see; my teacher taught me about imagery
Have every acquaintance for your friend and know everything that they do
As long as they remember to continually check in daily on FourSquare
Complement each other on photography skills by way of mobile uploads
Our conversations dwindled down to the briefest of shorthand
Coming so accustomed to replying only as you wish
(No one can truly know how busy you are when they’re not with you)
That in face to face conversation you forget how to participate
No need for quality time when there are so many waiting for your next text
Dropped communication classes will make a switch to keypad lessons
Learn it all in five minutes tops or lag back on a buffering screen
Tab over to something newer; got to keep up with the latest tech
Click here, pound sign there, now a member of the most recent trends
Sunshine, what is that?
Oh you mean that thing that powers the neighbor’s weird looking car
Baseball, the Great American Pastime, relocated to the couch we keep in the basement
No possibility of a twisted ankle, too busy with exercises for RSI
Thumb and Repetitive Stress Injuries could slow down the new 6g
Word Review, can you spell check this so far?
Here we are in the midst of technology getting smarter than we bother to be
Phones away
Can you hear me now?

An Answered Call

Did the weather answer my call?
Yesterday I saw yellow, orange, and blue.
Brought on in part by the day's hue.
Laughing, hand holding, smiles gallore.
Happiness and memmories of before.
I love days like those, Heaven, I want more.
BringIng the light back into that face I adore.
Sun on our backs and a breeze in our hair.
These days I feel that we make a good pair.
I love you, I do. Not just when the wind rings.
But also when shown what cold and snow bring.
I love you through and through,
Because still there, is always you.

Side by Side (in need of spell check)

I want to be out walking with my girl
Playing ball on the grass with my man
I want to place my arm around her shoulders
Intertwine my fingers with those hads of his
Show off my relationship with her
And be insanely flirtatious with him
I want to travel home to our bed
After a wonderful dinner together
Attack each other in our cotton sheets
No thought to societal veiw on who we should be
I want to love on you forever
Staying completely true to who we are
Changing continually together over time
Growing and learning side by side
More of who we are, together and apart
I want to be out walking with my girl
Playing ball on the grass with my man

Come Back to Us, Summer Breeze (Please) (may need edit)

I miss the nights we couldn't get enough of each other;
Those times we would nearly be sick due to sleepiness,
Before we would even consider parting our ways.
When the love used to radiate off of our skin;
So hot red that not a soul could miss the flame,
No matter how hard we tried to keep it under wrapps.
I miss the dozens of kisses and ever sweet I love yous,
Before sleep would over come our dreary eye lids.
I miss the hugs that never seemed possible to end,
That would feel like shattered earth when broken.
The butterflies that always fluttered inside here;
That look that always made me completely swoon.
Even when we were apart, your love so strong,
It could keep me warm at night no matter the chill.
When I could not contain my ever rising joy,
Brought out of every poor by the way you made me feel.
Those butterflies still come around in me.
And the earth still feels as though it shatters.
But the chill keeps me so cold these nights;
And the true sleep, seems it almost never comes.
My reality stares me straight in the eye;
But to the touch, is colder than the air we breath.
And aside that fluttering is a ball of nerves,
Waiting to see if the falling clouds in the sky
Are really crashing down around me.
Or if in time they will remember the soft feel
Of a summer breeze, blowing them to a fro'.

Never Going Away

This Sick Serpentine Psycho
The label of "bitch" branded to her forehead
I cannot trust her with a single thing
I go for something, try to make it better
There she is again, tearing it all down
She likes to have fun, play those "games"
Worst is when she takes her sweet time
Letting me slip closer and closer to something great
Then she waltzes in to take it all away
I may think I can hold her back, shew her out
At times I think it even works, saying goodbye
But no, this psycho waits for even the smallest crack
In the window of my ever slipping brain
Rearing her head like a Michael, who just will not die
Apart of me, inside of me, never going away

To Love is to Hurt

I don't expect much sleep tonight
Wondering if complete solitude
Is the best option for my life
Every piece of love I touch
Crumbles at my fingertips
Feeling as though I need others
Ears on which to share and bend
But no other can be told
Anything that means anything
No one can be trusted in life
Not even myself at all

To love is to hurt, -a lot
And to myself, pain I can bear
But to others, I dare not think
I should grab it and rip it away
Peal it off like an old bandaid
The sting, pinch, bite, will be
But once that passes, it's done
No more infliction caused
No more wounds deepened
No more heartach given
No more self blame for other's pain

"This could be the last mistake that I would ever wanna do"

"But I know what you want it to figure it out
And God knows I do too
What can I do? Say it's true
I'll never ask for anyone but you"

If Someone Does, Then We're Not Meant To Be

I will never fit into that place in your heart
Not completely, not entirely at all
You will never feel for me like that
Never feel like that for another being
Not in this romantic type of respect
There will always be others that mean more
They may never know the truth
But others involved will always see
This point in life, all is based around you
In some manner, shape, or form
Never in our lives will my heart be to you
What yours is when seen in my eyes
Rarely will the care given and shown
Be the same taken and received
But of course all of this is fine and well
Love will be handed to you on a golden platter
From any soul who sees as to who you are
Inside and out of your complicated shell

Into the Silence

Maybe if I were to walk into the silence
I could find the steadiness to deal
Allow myself the time to heal
Forgiveness has not been my friend
It has hidden from me to no end
Only in recent days have I realized
From myself I have been disguised
Hopefully once the concentration is found
To take myself inward bound
Concentrations will steadily come
To help me locate my approaching home
Into myself, I know I should look
But motivation needed, I’ve not seen my hook
Self understanding is far from a skill
Too soon I will have had my fill
Here shortly though I must travel
Down a long road formed of gravel
Or soon to see your lovely face
Will be full of an empty space

You Will Understand

I’m going to write you a song
I’m going to sing you a melody
I’m going to mold you a statue
Made out of solid gold
I’m going to speak to you
While your sleeping dreams wake
In these moments you will understand
Although the knowledge will not last
Just to the degree which my feelings heat
All the things you often question
Whether it be to me or in your soul
Every answer shall come to you
Never need I know if you’ve heard at all
For while your sleeping dreams awake
Those moments will quickly pass
I will sit up till dawn by your side
Sharing with you all of my light
The numerous things you should already hold
But alas if you do, I know not
For with all the time spent
In things of deepest emotion
Given to you at a distance
It is rarely shared if ever felt

Lucky I

My love for you pours from my fingertips
Beating in my heart with the memory of your voice
The thought of your face close to mine
Brings feelings of warmth and joy
A wish floats idly threw my head
The slow motion of an airplane above
Imagining your fingers laced with mine
May I feel your breath and taste your lips
Longing for your smell and soft touch
To hold you in my arms here tonight
Would be more than any gift ever given
Simply to have you near my heart
The Lord above shares such grace
The light which radiates from your eyes
Could do wonders for the human race
Were it a liquid form of power
Spilled over the masses to cure all evil
Oh! To be loved by you
It can carry a being through the day
Oh! To love you
Could carry and body through life
Oh! And lucky I
To be carried through and through

Just Some Things I've Tweeted; It's Like a Mini-Story

The floor is crumbling,
and I can't run enough supports under it
to give me the time to find a solution.
I'm going to need your help.

This floor, it falls.
It may be all in my head.
But down it goes,
and my moral along with it.

I got the help with those supports.
The floor does still have room on which to stand.
And the smell of the earth below
is beautiful.

Not the End

I've been told, by someone who means the world to me, that relationships mean learning grace.
I have more than enough grace to let go if I should.
The question is- do I have enough grace for myself, when it is all said and done?
Is my relationship with myself meaningless?
I would release any hold, for I have never claimed you as mine.
You are far from wrong in my eyes.
Hell, I am thankful that you realize.
I told you that we would if it were to happen.
Will it ever come back, do you think?
Or are we looking at a losing battle?
It’s alright. Yes.
It damn well will hurt, like HELL.
But if it’s not okay, it is not the end.

Into My Silence

I will fall asleep crying tonight
I am losing you and it is ever present
You are slipping away between my finger tips
And I wonder if I should let you go
I am going to lose my mind
I am praying that I might survive
It’s behind so much of what you say
I can feel it behind so much of what you do
It scares me, but I must face it head on
I am not going to trap you into this
I am not going to hold you down
And you have no need to watch the motions
As I drop so quickly down
Just go if that is what you want
You will be free of me, to do as you please
You have never needed my permission before
You definitely do not need it now
If you are going to walk out that door today
Just do it
No sense in worrying about me
I feel enough like excess baggage
Just let me scream into my own damn silence
Because the one person I want to hold me
Will be leaving with you

Some

That look is supposed to be mine
It’s supposed to be designated for me
To make me feel special and beautiful
But every single time you just give that look away
It makes it less special
And makes me increasingly less beautiful
In my heart, that look is always yours
There is no one else worthy of it
I can handle the attractions to others
But I already fear watching certain movies
For the anticipation of seeing that expression
Being so blatantly displayed
And now there is this
What you so loudly protested
And what has harmed you so in the past
Just tell me; just let me know if it’s true
Random strangers get that countenance
And my image decreases in value
I will manage; at least I think that I can
But not knowing, I feel, would be the worst
To find out later and be totally crushed
At least let me get used to it now

(Some reassurance may be needed sometimes, that you still even feel like that with me; that you aren’t ready to move on. Some.)