"Beep, Beep, Beep..."
Jun 11

"Beep, Beep, Beep..."
It was the beginning of another day.   "
Just a little longer."
I thought as I  reached across the bed to hit snooze

story of my life
#everyday   #beep  
Leave a message after the beep
Braden Kreft
Braden Kreft
Nov 30, 2014

My brain went out fishing
No king to run the keep
If my words you're wishing
Leave a message after the beep

#short   #mind   #rhyming   #humor  
Jorge Echevarria
Jorge Echevarria
Oct 12, 2014

Always wanted Her but she ran too fast
Doesn't matter id never last
Got some drive but no destination
Lost with a road map no transportation
Your hand in my headlights
As I drive away...

to the beep
Feb 28

she waited
and waited
and waited
to the beep
of her phone
feeling sad
and happy
and nervous
all at once.

she waited
and waited
and waited
til her eyes
had gone to

she waited
and waited
and waited
and died waiting.

#love   #sad   #life   #prose  
Joshua A
Joshua A
Sep 13, 2010

"Why did you stay up so late?" she asked
Because my mind is a machine
And this machine controls my body
And this machine told me not to sleep
So instead we paced and we paced
And we paced until my body was tired
And than back to bed the three of us went
And we lie awake pondering -
All the things, minuscule and big-
That I can not, will not ever change  
Until it reached the point of futility
My body ready and willing, begging
The machine resisting, pulling itself apart
"Just wait for the collapse" I told myself
Then and only then, will this machine-
Release it's grip on me
Then and only then,
Will I be allowed to sleep
Wait, what's that sound?
What's that sound?
It's must be the sound
of the answering machine
Please leave your message after the...


Beepbeep, beepbeep
Jun 14

Beep beep, beep beep
06.45 I wake from a dream
Put on my suit, put on my tie
A drive to the station I mustn't be late

07.46 Get onto the train
Crammed in as usual
Then onto the tube
A thousand people stood ignoring each other

08.30 Sat starring at my screens
Tapping my keyboard, clicking my mouse
A meeting or two
A liquid lunch

5.30 I make my way home
Back on the tube and onto a train
Into my car I make a wrong turn

I knock at your door
You nearly fall to the floor
What am I doing
As I lead you to bed

I take off my suit
I take off my tie
I knot it around you as that's how we lie
I enter inside you

Beep beep, beep beep
06.45 I wake from a dream

#love   #dreams   #fantasy   #horny   #sexty  
Becca DeMateo
Becca DeMateo
Dec 6, 2013

You're beauty
I'm the beast
I wish you would come save me...

I don't know this has been rewriting itself in my head for 3days now I figured I'd I didn't get it wrote down now then I never would
raw with love
raw with love
Apr 23, 2014      Apr 24, 2014

in the end,
we're all
                                                                           "time of death"

#suicide   #sad   #depression   #life   #pain   #death   #dead   #hurt   #equality  
Oct 1, 2014

Show me, you say, show me the hallway.
                         Show me the bedroom, show me where we used to live. That tree, over there, with the apples.
                                                               You, and then not you.
You, crossed out.
                                                            ­                          You, in the windowsill
                                                   with your hair pulled back.
Take me, I say, take me like we're already dead.
                                                                ­                  You know how this ends.
              My hands, your hands, harmony.
A lit match, maybe. And death itself, there beside us.
                                        Fuck me, you know how,
              you've done this before, I say, panic and soap that smells a bit too much like your brother's wake.
                                                           ­                     Play me a funeral song. Impress me, and you say,
                                                            ­        what's left to impress?
And maybe I'm not the antichrist, but it's not like you are, either.
           This, our hands, you, the radio stuck on one station, crossed out.
Red pen.
                                                                ­        This isn't a temporary solution.
            You're singing, I say, and you just keep on, say,
                                                     this isn't a funeral,
like it's none of my business.
                                 The radio again, playing the only way it knows how.
The mountains, over there in the distance,
                                                       ­                                               spying on us.
Your hands, my hands, tied up like knots, like
                                       this is the only way we can love. But it’s not, is it,
             don't you remember the treehouse?
Three blocks down the road a man has blood on his hands, and you are the man and you aren't, all at once.
                                                  You, me, clockwork.
A bell, tolling in the distance.
                                                       ­                                                                 ­                                                                                                            Repeat.

i don't know how to write poetry
#beep   #boop  
Sep 1, 2014

guess you shouldve thought about that
before you broke your mothers back,huh,sweetheart?

in my anthology that will probably never be published this and vol 1 go right next to each other so people see the contrasting lengths (~841 words vs 14. yes)
#beep   #bop   #boop  
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