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Chimera melons Apr 2010
The most you left the house in a week
was a peek out the screen door
All those exposed scurry about out
there and falsely carry your irrational fears
You think they care to judge you ?
Are you reading their minds
from a passing bored glance?

half read pages cracked open spines
books don't talk back or have eyes
You watch tv all day long avoiding
real human contact .
So proud of the few phonecalls
that you make and take
as if you had allowed yourself
to meet outsiders from another world

Stop avoiding life and don't waste time on tv
organize , clear your clutter seize the days
these hopeful fresh days without obsessing
about things you can't change
exchange tv remote for will and action
come alive honestly out of your moonburned
pale skin
pity filled  shutin
go with purpose
brave worldly wounds and heal all at once

don't  be just a phonecall
Ruthie  Dec 2014
2am phonecalls
Ruthie Dec 2014
Phonecalls
Late nights
Your voice
Taxi drives.
Cocktails
Beers
Apartment heaters
Christmas cheer.

I'm
F
A
   L
     L
       I
        N
          G
too fast
too hard
for you.

I CAN'T
Susan O'Reilly Jun 2013
Stolen kisses

just delicious

swollen lips

straight to hips

Wandering hands

my heart brands

whispered phonecalls

my soul falls

Commit infidelity

I’m paying penalty

my stomach growing

you, not knowing

Consumed by guilt

lust was spilt

can’t look you in the eye

kissing sanity goodbye
MelaninInked Dec 2017
I love the 3am phone calls when you pour out your heart to me
Tell me how thing are and how you want them to be
Tell me things about you that many people can't see

I love the 3am phone calls when we run out of words and sit in silence
When you lean on me for guidance
Even though silent, your emotions louder than sirens

Even though I love our 3am phone calls I know you are high
I know you popped some and downed some and when I say goodbye
You won't remember anything the next day

Even though I love our 3am phone calls I wish you'd see this is not who you are not by a long shot
What do you think would happened if you got caught?
Why do you want to throw away all the battles you've fought?

One day during our 3am phone calls you won't be on cloud twenty two
Then I can tell you what I've always wanted to
All the things I've kept inside for the sober you
I love our 3am phone calls and I love you too
Greyson Fay Dec 2014
If this is love
i dont want it.
long silences and light insults
bear no fun for me

where have we gone?

once so sweet.
i remember you described me as innocent
now i am anything but

where did i go?

you were so kind
your heart glew with passion
your eyes were bright.
happy.
now they are dark
they shine only with lust and jealousy

where did you go?
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i believe we are coming to an end
i remember bursting into joy upon your arrival
now i’m wary or your moods
there is no telling which i do not like
your arrival
or your departure
--------
Are we happy?
is this love?
do we want this?
what are we together for?
--------
you said it yourself.
this relationship is stress and trouble
---
i used to make you happy
---
on phonecalls
we would stay up all night
laughing and whispering

now your texts
are almost
-nonexistent-

where did the conversation go?
About none in particular. just an idea i had in my mind.
Christine Jun 2010
Lime green freezer pops
Swigs of senor Jack Daniels
My body gets hot.

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Jacky versus wine
Will fight to the death tonight
Victor gets a home

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Baby-making songs
(The world tastes like raspberry!)
Jazz flute Godzilla

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Little black cell phone
Glows modern techno at night
Rad leaks in my brain.

(I am now a spidercorn!)

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Idiotic cat
Sole bane of my living room
You should've been a dog

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Woman and man-thing
Flame haired goddess of cleavage
Mid-coitus phonecalls.

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Two shots of whiskey
One sibling revelation
Long night of country.

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Blood-baths, hair stylists
****** eye for the dead guy
Joanne: **** the man.

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A nice hairy man
Smirnoffs, beer pong victory.
Did I do a bad?

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I am drunk on you
And on you conversation
More than on the beer.

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Whiskey sours, full.
Half-**** swimming with strangers.
Attraction repressed.

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Oh my pretty beer
You so inspire my mind
I can't stop giggling.

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Hank bones on the wall
A sad tale of pretending
Oh no! Demon feet.
Chimera melons Mar 2010
forgot to button up
veils,scales, umbrellas
see this dragon rained

couches where dreams are cats
no body
just discarded fur and echoes of purrs

after reading the label it rubbed off
maybe its tasty
pretend until the last drop

apologies repeated sound like dogs barking
attention slowly goes missing
a chair to block anyone from entering

holidays celebrate themselves easily
the grocery aisles let them be known
No wristwatch no calendar
window dressings tell parking lots their stories

faces bloom less then flowers
secret coffeehouses for shameful breakfasts
phonecalls peppered with obvious lies
surprise its your turn
all rights preserved with marmalaide
Sarina Sep 2013
Nobody knows how to say goodbye to anything, even the
sea has ruined edges
leaves its will to a muddy bayou. Our
phonecalls hang onto me after there rings a dial tone, a curly tail
of wires ribboned around my most important parts
thigh, artery, genital. The bed
is the whole bedroom, now. I am handcuffed from the ceiling
waiting for your voice box to quiver again
and am kicking and screaming –
I am heartbroken at nothing, not for no reason but for
nothing. Lovers are not versed in goodbyes
or else we would not be lovers. But I prefer the sensation of
suffocation to cold blankets,
rather heat them up with blood and guts than have a
mattress that has never smelled my ***. You do not know how to
ring my neck or drown me in sheets that’ll
just hide hide hide the word
goodbye. If this is your worst trait, not wanting to go,
I am happy to let you love and hurt me until I can float, too.
Corina Oct 2013
i remember
the phonecalls
the screams on the other end of the line

the sirens
the doctors
the bad news
the hope

the phone
was ringing ringing ringing
no answer
why were you not there?

the doctor
trying to give me new hope
the machine breathing for my child

and after the nightmare
we went out
and ate pizza

oh, what a great pizza
maisie khan Nov 2013
Stop.
Stop apologising for him not loving you.
Stop apologising for having
small hands and a loud mouth
and a big heart.
Stop searching for reasons why you're not good enough:
you are more than enough.
Stop expecting apologetic phonecalls
or his car parked outside the front of your house.
He isn't coming back.
You don't want him back.
Girls,
you're so quick to see being a woman
as being weak, used, desperate.
You confuse fragility with weakness;
yes, you are delicate
but you are strong
strong and beautiful
and I promise it will come to you;
I promise that love will come to you.
There will be someone
who is more in love with the fact you woke up next to him
than the fact you fell asleep next to him.
He will love you in ways that fill your lungs
and he will love you because you are you.
There will be someone
that adores your small hands,
someone who considers your loud mouth to be music,
someone that wants to love your big heart.
There will be someone
that considers your body to be valuable art
rather than a mere object.
There will be someone
that doesn't tell people you're *'just friends'.

There will be someone
who is proud to have you.
There will be someone who will love you
the way you want to be loved.
There will be someone who will love you
and cause you to finally love yourself.
Esther L Krenzin Sep 2021
no matter the distance
or all the missed phonecalls
and unread texts
in a way
a small piece of my heart
will always belong
to you
my first love
and first heartbreak.

Esther L. Krenzin

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