Phone, Where you at?
I don't think I'm attached to my phone
But whenever I'm without it I feel alone
I got it taken away
I feel like a dog astray
Just listen to what I have to say
Everything goes black and gray
My phone has all the games to play
Without it I feel stiff and tired like clay
At school I walk down the hallway
And someone says," Hey!"
I say," How's your day?"
He says," Good. But why you so look fray?"
I don't know what to say so I just runaway
A Better Me
A remembered vibration
Modern echolocation.
My own find my phone
of a distorted ringtone.
Summoned by a notification,
of a perfect stranger's celebration.
I take a picture, show off a smile,
post it and pretend that's me for a while.
Without any dishonesty,
I think, "That's a better me."
The one in my handheld,
where all ideals are upheld.
Where I choose the actions,
and senseless distractions.
Idle time cannot chew me,
when my phone does its duty.
My constant companion,
the anti-social champion.
For my self floats out there,
Blissfully unaware.
Of the truths of identiy,
The smells, the reality.
Embodied existence no problem,
I hold my surrogate, my modem.
My useful addiction walks always with me,
What I live it lives. What I see, it sees.
It has become an extension,
my best tool of impression.
#phones #bestself #realitycheck
Phones
I get so prone,
To be lone,
Without my phone.
How would I connect,
To whoever I select,
Without my phone.
Left with no footage,
And no message,
Without my phone.
How to behold,
All that my mind can’t hold,
Without my phone.
I have fun,
Seasons under the sun,
All with my phone.
A pretty clutch,
Gives me added much
My phone.