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Undress. Deep breath.
Lay down. Tight chest.
Temperature normal. Gown in tact
Vitals good. We have to check.

Back again.
Let’s take 7
You don’t belong in Heaven.
SelinaSharday Jul 2019
I'll call you back..
Nope..im..goin to the beach..
watch the waves collide at my feet..
Feel those caressing moon tides as they pull at me..
almost taking control..
Makes me feel dizzy that kinda dizzy we enjoy..
Nope I'll be away on the bay..You'll what?.. You'll call me bac
I ain't feelin that.
I'll be caressing sweet sandy candy canes..
As sugar treats call my name..
Can't sit and wait on your returned call
It'll chase away my flow for the winds call..
I'll call you bac...
I'll answer it If I..
am feelin like crashing a high.
From my beaches dramatic sigh...
Allow a misty tear to part my eye..
umm hold on go on Do yo own thang..
I wanna run and catch a ball
Even if I trip on this beach sand and fall.
wow you'll call me back
I aint feelin that.
Wow I'm away enjoying this moment of expressing it all.
Wow..left my call on hold.
yah take me for a fool how bold.
Wait hold that call..wow.
Ignoring that returning call I'ma bow.
At the beach enjoying it all now.
Lolzz my writers Gears are On..plow plow..
Pack up and come along or I'ma leave  yah sayin wow.
I aint feelin that..
you ain't got to call me back.
by selinaSharday
Always saying.. hang on.. or wait i'll call yah back.. hell no.. I won't be answering.. unless i..
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Dear __ ,
We barely talk,
we spend mornings and nights
looking down on those rectangular box.
You don't even look at me anymore,
unless it is through the lens of yours.
You can't hear me over those phone calls of yours,
and now my heart sores and roars
for I feel alone.
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
My voice is not a font
My face is not pixelated
My life isn’t a snap
My emotions aren’t emoticons
My love isn’t a tap
My compliments aren’t comments
I am not down there,
but up here .
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
I am still that shy girl who’s afraid to approach people and have her words and thoughts heard. I am still that girl who fantasizes scenarios of her confident self. I am still that girl who’s afraid of social interaction. I am still that girl who mentally prepares herself just to say hi on the phone. I am still that girl who’s silent in one of those corners. I am still that girl who mutters and stutters words and sometimes finds it difficult to decipher her own emotions and thoughts. I am still that girl who doesn’t run because she’s afraid of her body being judged. I am still that girl and is more magnified some days.
Just this time she has a little more faith in herself. She wants to be louder than her “not good enough” talks. She wants to be bolder and burn brighter than her fears. She doesn’t want to be en-caged by the fear of others thoughts and words because it really wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth not reaching her potential. It wasn’t worth not moving forward. She’s the same girl, with the same dreams except for this time she wants to move past the fear for herself.
Suicidal thoughts and suicidal callings
A part of me urges to pick up the phone
It keeps ringing, with sound stinging inside my head
Becomes ear-piercing when I'm alone

Frequent missed calls that I intentionally miss
Why do I keep putting even more distance
I'm so tired, exhausted from all the resistance
It seems fatigue is the only thing that's constant

I dial and then leave the phone hanging
I lack courage to go through with the call
I dial, frantically pressing all the numbers
The longer the number, the more I stall

The phone rings from the other side
But I hear my own voice instead
She says, it's going to be alright
With a click, the call ends
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
A parent in a supermarket aisle
slaps her toddler hard and
the child screams in pain and shock.

A teenager walking along a busy street
drops the wrapper of his chocolate-bar
on the footpath.

A woman in a cinema-theatre
in the middle of the movie
calls on her mobile-phone
her son to tell him about the movie,
disturbing the other movie-watchers.

A man walking his dog along a street
takes his dog off the leash and
the dog barks aggressively and lunges
at frightened pedestrians.
Lost in my Head Jul 2019
My phone buzzed and your name popped up
The sweetest message filled my screen
I wish all this was easier

I want to tell you everything, empty myself out
I feel like I’m lying to you every day
Maybe one day it could

I’m tortured by the constant buzz knowing
That I cross your mind
Knowing that I probably have a shot
Knowing I’ll waste it
Gotta love the life of a hopeless romantic
My head being blown up
Just like my phone
I can’t take the pressure
What did I get myself into
I feel like I’m going crazy
With an urge to yank my hair
And slam my head
Against a wall until it bleeds
Scream to let the pressure out
And sob to release the weight
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