Digital Addiction

(I had a different title for this originally and it's AWESOME, but it deserves a better poem, so here I go trying to write about feeling again. This feeling shit gets kind of old sometimes...)

Digital Addiction

Drumming fingers on my cell phone,

craving the vibration that tells me

you want to reach me.

Checking text messages,

yearning for validation of my emotions,

feeling barren, stark.

Brush away a single tear,

this languishing is ridiculous I know;

I deteriorate into a vacant ache.

Compose a message to tell you, but

eloquence is just out of reach,

I cannot send you amassed brooding.

Devoid of coherent thought,

I am hollowed out and cannot communicate.

Put the phone away.

Forbearing

(thanks Sandy, it's almost what I want...)

Forbearing

Stinging, searing, blinding --

your hiemal moods bring snow,

my soul's adytum nearly ices over.

I patiently abrade the frost,

enduring, passive, hoping for a good one --

always altruistic.

I am no quean, just lavish with my canticles and

I am without fear.

Word Nerd

(it doesn't make sense, I know, just enjoy the plays on words please)

Word Nerd, or: Ode to my Love for Language

I'd like to proposition you with this preposition,

but you're just too possessive, I'm driven to run-on.

Now we're tense; don't be such an oxymoron,

I dash from your conjunctions.

Modify this you homophone!

I feel so verb, which, by definition,

means I have vague etymology.

I can't leave you -- you're my palindrome.

Period.

Astray

(mmm, I know... I know...)

Astray

Obscured footsteps,

mislaid laughter.

Wandering wayward without.

Lavish consumption,

bereaved wishes.

Feeble forgotten folly.

Blurred direction,

hidden tears.

Astray absorbed abstraction.