Text Messages

He loves me, not.

My cell phone beeped.
I scrambled to get it,
Oh wait, how do I heard that sound?
Upstairs is where my phone's found.

I smiled at my own ability.
I never knew my ears could hear a lot,
But I realized, the floor upstairs was wooden,
Maybe that's the reason I heard the beep then.

I brushed that realization off.
I would never mind that,
Just as long as I read his messages,
Before the small hand of the clock changes.

Then again I smiled.
Only his messages achieve this smile.
I sometimes look crazy staring at the screen,
Smiling, I cannot help myself but grin.

He messaged me, "How are you?"
Oh my, I'm turning into a bright crimson.
I hurriedly typed my reply,
And it was sent after a wink of an eye.

We exchanged hellos and jokes,
We shared stories and laughs,
But deep in my heart I know,
This will only last for a day or two and then he'll go.

I sighed, after reading his "Text you next time."
I know I would wait for his return,
I would wait, yes,
Like waiting for a special guest.

I rummaged through my thoughts,
Here I am again, hurting myself.
I knew it perfectly,
That he has spare cellular load so he remembers to text me.

I think it's sweet, I think it's touching,
I blush on it, I make out a smile,
But it's nothing to him completely,
Oh yes, I almost forgot, he is Mr. Congeniality.

His texts are big deal,
His texts are my smiles,
His words might even fool me,
But I guess that's alright.

I may consider my phone a treasure chest,
A trophy, a plaque, a medal,
His texts are things I treat as gems,
Yet I know, those to him are ordinary friendship emblems.

I sighed more deeply,
I understand it, oh yes,
When he only has a few remaining load,
He will text me without being told.

I turned to keep my phone away,
As another beep greeted me.
"Good night!" he messaged with a smiley.
Oh, he remembered. He has spare load, surely.

Author's Note

I'm glad for reviews. :)

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

I don't know What these other people are talking about, but this piece is Really dead-on. I am a 17 year old with a social Disorder, so i tend to shy away from public places, and resort to my cell and the internet as my only social outlet. You have really captured the essence of someone who lives like me, Who gets excited to read a text from a sweet-talker (girl) and who can't wait to see what other treasures are in there. The fact people are telling you to find other things more meaningful in life, in my opinion, are not grasping the true significance of the piece.

"I may consider my phone a treasure chest,
A trophy, a plaque, a medal,
His texts are things I treat as gems,
Yet I know, those to him are ordinary friendship emblems."

This isn't a poem about Texting.... This is a poem of Unrequited Love. and a wonderful, simplistic, well flowing, well timed out poem. That has an heir of relationship to the reader. Excellent Job and a favorite for my library!

[Lunette Lariz]

THANK YOU SOOO MUUUCH! :D Thank you, thank you, thank you. Well, yeah, I also am not a sociable person and am little bit shy. Likewise, that particular stanza was also my favorite. Thanks again! =)))

[Jordan's Back]

You are a wonderful writer, with exceptional talent, You have the unique ability to loose the Shallow minded person, and captivate the deeper thinker, I think thats whats happened in this piece, I get it all the time :P Always feel free to stick a line or two in my inbox, I would love to chat.

[Lunette Lariz]

OH MY GOSH, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW YOU MADE ME CRY TODAY? ="")) Thank youuuuuuuuuuu! :D Being a writer is my dream~

Yes, I would. :)

[Jordan's Back]

Well, I believe you are on the right track! :)

[Lunette Lariz]

Thank you so much, friend! :D

[Meallea Pomorette]

Unrequited love is equally painful and bliss... I suppose the longer it lasts, the harder it gets...

"I sometimes look crazy staring at the screen,"
You're not yet head over heels in that state right?

"I know I would wait for his return,
I would wait, yes,
Like waiting for a special guest."
The traditional love of the 19th century...
Love can wait... That's how it is to people back then...

"His texts are big deal,
His texts are my smiles,
His words might even fool me,
But I guess that's alright."
Even the simplest of things can bring a smile to people who are in love...
The last two lines clearly says love is blind....

I wonder who is the "he" in this poem...

[Lunette Lariz]

Oh come on, Meallea. I guess you know him..

Btw, thanks for your review! :)

[Meallea Pomorette]

I don't...
(T_T)
Unless you want to tell the story in MMK-way...

[Lunette Lariz]

I could do it, you know. I just don't have time... well, who the hell has time among us living in that 'world'? lolz

[Meallea Pomorette]

We can send your story to MMK

[Lunette Lariz]

HAHAHA. Nooope. My story is too precious for MMK. loljoke hahaha!

[Meallea Pomorette]

We're going to earn for it...
lels

[Markus Anthony]

kilig to the neurons .

[Lunette Lariz]

Hahaha! Thanks. :)

[Chance]

The siren is right excep it is sustemic I feel it too but I am far from young. Be ware of traps if you are not already. Thanks for the read I lies ir

[Lunette Lariz]

:)

[Pax]

sweet!!!!

[Lunette Lariz]

=))))))))

[dunnia]

this is a really nice poem...brings back so much memories of feelings i once had..and i must say it felt wonderful and amazing and exausting at the same time..i would always feel very lonely afterwards

[Lunette Lariz]

Yes, I feel that too. Thank you! :)

[dunnia]

your welcome... :]

[Fantasygirl46]

Its a sweet poem

[Lunette Lariz]

Thank yooo! :D

[Fantasygirl46]

Hehe No problem

[David Scott]

Love it! Our brave new world where we lose our hearts to the digital frigidness that can never give the warmth it promises with the teasing of each vibrating "beep". I felt like this was real. Enjoyed it.
Be well.
Oh, BTW, you deserve better! Some flowers and a hug from time to time at the least. Ha :-)

[Lunette Lariz]

Oh, thank you. That was touching. :)

[Blue Ivory]

You're kinda young aren't you? Well, honestly, this is sweet and all, but I really wish you would dig deep and look for more meaningful things in your life. I mean, this IS pretty meaningful, just a helpful advice though (hope I'm not offending you)-the beginning was a wee bit irrelevant. It'll improve over time, with more practice; this habit of adding unnecessary details of yours, that is.The rest of the poem is just fine. Really. It's just after reading the beginning, it seems as if the poem is about how you heard the beep because you focus on that more than you need to. I'm guessing the message you intended on conveying originally was that you like him so much, you could've heard it from miles and miles away? Just saying, you could've explained that in a much shorter way and the message would've been more clear. :)

[Lunette Lariz]

Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. :)

[Tai Ryens]

Well, the way I personalized this was in a darkly enticing manner. Not the exact way I'd prefer such a concept to be told in, but dark nonetheless. I guess I could highlight the doubt given to your lover for having spare load on his phone, then again I could just be reading it wrong.

[Lunette Lariz]

Yes, I have doubts. This poem has really a lot of doubts. Well, I guess it's because I don't know whether "he" really likes me or not. By the way, thanks. :)