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CMD Oct 2014
Midnight
I climb into bed and wonder,
What are you doing in your room so far away?
I hide under the fabric hoping that my thin sheets can keep the
Monsters
Away from me, I don’t like it when you are.

1 am
I switch sides, hoping for a new perspective,
As if this wall will lull me to sleep better than the last did.
My skin itches, remnants of old Laundromat detergent,
Irritating me, making me cringe as I squeeze my eyes shut
Again.

2 am
I count the ceiling tiles, starting from the door.
If I can’t have the answers to the important things,
I might as well get the answers to everything else.
Right?
There’s 24.

3 am
My phone buzzes and I trip trying to reach it.
It just the boy from last night
I roll over, pretend it was you.
You told me you loved me, and kissed me before you left,
I climb into bed and wonder,

What are you doing in your room so far away?
Àŧùl Oct 2014
"I am subjected to nightmares each night,"* she said from the other end of the line, "I am afraid to go to sleep every single night."

Her sobs echoed through my cellphone over the phone call as she continued, "I feel really tired of it all," and added after a small pause, "Death would be a more pleasant sight than this fright."

I spontaneously said, "Don't you get worried dear," I let her regain her breath before adding, *"It's only few more years that I make it big and we get married. Your nightmares will cease in my embrace each night."
My HP Poem #681
©Atul Kaushal
Savannah Jane Aug 2014
my phone just died
right in the middle
of our conversation
I was sitting on a
friends' kitchen floor
with a purple blanket
wrapped around me
keeping me warm and safe
from falling into your words
and you said you loved me
and I didn't know how to reply
but after a minute of silence
I whispered
"I miss you"
but you never heard
because my phone died
and saved me from
making a fool out of myself
fur telling you the truth.
Insufficient Oct 2014
I bought a new phone
I started to restore it
But then I realized--
I didn't want to put memories of you back on my phone
Something about starting new,

Helps me better forget about you.
Waving
             My
                   Phone
                          Frantically
                              In
                      The
                Air
                      To
                            Get
             Service
I walk around outside most days with the horses across the street staring at me like I'm crazy while I'm trying to make a message send.
Staring at these pixels,
words
       and images
            On my screen

It's cracked now
       Just a little damaged
     Been that way for a while
Kinda like my heart
But I continue to read and write
        All day long
Waiting to see your smile
Waiting to get that one message...
      
         I love you

It will come
      Like your words always do
I may have to wait
    Waiting...
        Waiting......
Oh! How much I hate to wait!
I know I'll get the message
    Soon enough
Until then I'll wear this smile
      Staying strong
          Acting tough
My particular favorite is...  

Hey babe, how's your day?
        I know it's been awhile
            But can I please
                Just see you smile?


Cause you know how I love to rhyme,
    And although you're not a poet
        You still try and that's more than fine!
Cause then you say...

I'm a poet and didn't know it!

Every time!

Staring at this cracked screen
   Is what gets me through my day
    Just like fixing
        My cracked heart
Is what gets you through
    You don't have to wait very long
        To see

*I love you too.
liz Sep 2014
Do you feel better now?  Lying in bed alone?
Saying
"I miss you, please answer the phone."
"It's been awhile." "Maybe we can work this out."


No.

I find myself crawling back to you.
We were friends,we had it good.
But, you broke your promises.
I drop the phone and cry outmoded tears
on you.
On us.

But all this time, you've forgotten.
That I was the one who lost
everything.

And it only hurts when I breathe.
Heartbreaking goodbyes, over and over again.
It only hurts when I breathe.

Six flights back to where we started.
To prove to you this isn't over.
To find out that I'm the other one.
I thought I deserved better than being a choice.

*I guess not.
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
I’m cheerful in the morning
Then the clocks tick over into another time zone
I hope that the phone does not ring
Because if it does I know who it will be
I can hear the snake in your tone
Like a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes
The voice with no face
I sit rigid while the others speak down the line
Yet you signal me out
Making me feel like a sparrow amongst the doves
More than friendly emails
More than friendly offerings
Telling me to keep things
Just between us

There is nothing to keep.

You are a poison across the sea
And try as you might, you cannot affect me.
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