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Aa Harvey May 2018
The Remains


I am the son of Sam,
I am, I am.


Daddy has gone a-hunting,
With his double barreled shotgun.


People can’t live on guns alone;
Gun’s at home.
Put a bullet in your mobile phone.


They take their lives, but they leave their bodies;
They keep on living in their world of pain.
All that we are left with is…
Nobody.
All that remains are the remains.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
I wish we lived closer
Talked more than we do
It is hard to find time
To call and speak with you

I am always pleased to hear your voice
It's not the words but the sound I enjoy
A symphony of unconditional love
Echoing comfort and joy

Our calls might be infrequent
Special for that reason
If you need a friend
I will answer any season

Whether you are angry or sad
I will listen with my open heart
I am only a phone call away
If we are near or far apart
For my big brother Michael.
Ellenah Apr 2018
The ringtone
Loud and brash.
He picks up the phone.
He laughs at the screen.
I ask but he doesn't reply.
The sound of his fingers
Tapping on the glowing screen
Makes my ears bleed.

The ringtone.
Loud. Brash.
He picks up the phone.
He laughs.
Again. Again. Again.
The sound of his fingers
On the glowing screen
Torments me.
Tony Lee Ross Jr Apr 2018
Surrounded by people yet alone
people try to talk to me I look at my phone
Sabila Siddiqui Apr 2018
“Don’t let my name be the lyric to their cacophony of laughter. Don’t let me be the ridicule that your friends crack upon. I don’t want them to sip on our memories turning them into a hip story. So don’t give me away to their tongues that let my name slip ever so flippantly. Seal me in your heart where I would be untouched. Embed those memories in your mind as though they were sacred. Let my name be unknown and our stories untold. Let us be concealed for we are much more than the pleasantry gossip of their conversation” she said softly as she put down the phone.
Lily Apr 2018
9:30 pm
You texted me you loved me,
That you’d never leave me,
And I answered back
With the same.

10:30 pm
I sent a you a cute picture,
Of two cats cuddling,
And I said it was us.
No answer.

11:30 pm
I sent you an inside joke,
Hoping you would look at your phone
And laugh and smile your amazing smile.
No answer.

12:30 am
I found myself in the shower,
Fighting an anxiety attack,
Maybe I’m stupid to worry, but there was
No answer.

1:30 am
I told you I was going to bed,
That I was going to try to sleep.
Even to my good night text, there was
No answer.

4:30 am
I’m still awake, I can’t sleep,
Wondering where you are, if something’s wrong.
I know I shouldn’t worry, but there was
No answer.

9:30 am
No good morning text from you,
So I send you one instead,
Hoping you will respond and there won’t be
No answer.

11:30 am
Still no answer, my frazzled mind thinking
You’re in the hospital somewhere,
And that I heard your last words a long time ago, because
There was no text.
S K Anderson Apr 2018
What do you mean,
you're low on space?
Your want me to
delete some of the thing
on your memory
and intentionally give you
technological amnesia?
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