Phantom Vibrations.

by retrodisco666

Published May 18, 2014

In poem

87% of people

say they feel their phones vibrate

even when they haven't.

Like little wind up cars we

lunged out hands to our stuffed denim

pockets to reveal, nothing.

.

Phantom vibrations ring

out in my pocket daily.

I desire, I plea that your

smug little name would flash

up on my screen like

a bilboard and I would smile.

But no, like our relationship,

all I feel is anticipation for

something that I know won't come.

.

It puts me on edge.

Ever false vibration

makes my face flush.

Makes a stone hit

and reverberate off the walls

of my hollowed out heart.

Each chamber aloft with

this faux noise which I know

cannot belong to you.

.

It has been three months since you died.

I miss the way my

phone used to vibrate.

How I used to look down and

see words from 'How do cows sleep?'

to 'I love you baby.'

Now all I have is this anticipation,

this impossibility.

The only thing left is the memory

and these phantom vibrations in my pocket.

.

Comments & reviews · 5
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Renard
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Renard wrote a review Review · May 19, 2014

So first off, you have been saying your readers might like this.
And now that I have read it... I can see why. :)
Then again, this is the same caliber of all your other works, so = amazing. I honestly don't know how you do it:

1. Takes a serious issue
2. Writes something profoundly honest about
3. Enchants the hearts and minds of the readers. (everytime)

And that's what you do. Now, I shall stop kissing bottom :) *although is very jealous of what you do with your work..*
This piece, covers all the main kinds of things we people think about in terms of contact through these "vibrations" and is a very accurate comment on a modern, societal phenomenon.

My favourite part was this:

'I desire, I plea that your

smug little name would flash

up on my screen like' I like this part especially because it's open to interpretation. The use of the word smug, could indicate that this is the person themselves, or it is the narrator: who would be smug if this person contacted them. #lovemultipleinterpretations

As always, great job, well done :)

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Osterkaktus commented Comment · May 18, 2014

Very powerful stuff!
I absolutely love how you use phones to describe a relationship, it touched me since I use my phone quite a lot.

Keep up the good work :D

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StealTheWorld
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StealTheWorld commented Comment · May 18, 2014

Wow. The impact of the last stanza was so very quick and hard-hitting. I didn't expect it at all. It's so very sad in all the best ways. It seems my words have failed me. I might come back later with a proper review. Awesome job, retro :)

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LittleFox
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LittleFox wrote a review Review · May 18, 2014

This is so powerful, I'm not sure I know how to review it. You invoke emotion so subtly and effectively. In the beginning it seemed like maybe the speaker was waiting for a text from a crush or something of the sort and then it gets deep all the sudden and it creates a great effect. The wording and pacing is just right, maybe even perfect. This poem is very original and will probably stay with me for a long time, and that's a rare thing for me. Beautiful work.

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netherling451
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netherling451 wrote a review Review · May 18, 2014

Oh. My. Lord.
I was just moseying along poetry lane until your last stanza hit me hard. Like a veritable, five-pound brick. I had suspected that the speaker had just gone through a bad breakup, but when the first line appeared I had to stop for a moment. It put a melancholy tone to the poem and I like that. I have to feel something when I read and the emotion was clear as I perused through your poem.

There is a slight typo, but it's quite insignificant. Just check over your work (I did the same thing).

Overall, I loved your writing style and the descriptive ways you described loneliness and longing without saying it directly.



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