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A calm day, Former agent Trevor Maximus rested, Bathing in the sun of summer on his front porch, A Coke can perched in his hand. His eyes traced the flight pattern of a humming bird, Flying silently through the warm summer breeze, Hovering above the plastic bird feeder, drinking in it's refreshing reward. Trevor let out a great sigh, He always thought the artificial red color of the plastic bruised the beauty of the countryside, Still, he refused to take it down, his late mother loved seeing those strange winged creatures drink from it. It was then when he got the call, A ring like screaming compared to the quiet of the country. Trevor reached to answer the call, but hesitated, What if he just let it ring? He could go right back to his cold Coke, And the beautiful touch of the summer winds. But he decided against it, he didn't have many friends so whoever was trying to reach him must need him desperately. So he set down his drink and picked up his phone, Though when he checked the caller ID, he didn't recognize it. (276)-435-9009, a Virginia area code, He looked around in a panic, when he had moved out he made a point of avoiding people, Scared of making any ties. Trevor took a deep breath and composed himself, Swiping up the answer button. "Hello? Trevor Maximus speaking?" "Hello agent, you have three hours to make your way to the Goslting Square where I and my team will meet you. If you do not show up in the allotted time, we will come to you. Timer starts now." Silence.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
The Maximus Epic, Pt. 1
A calm day, Former agent Trevor Maximus rested, Bathing in the sun of summer on his front porch, A Coke can perched in his hand. His eyes traced the flight pattern of a humming bird, Flying silently through the warm summer breeze, Hovering above the plastic bird feeder, drinking in it's refreshing reward. Trevor let out a great sigh, He always thought the artificial red color of the plastic bruised the beauty of the countryside, Still, he refused to take it down, his late mother loved seeing those strange winged creatures drink from it. It was then when he got the call, A ring like screaming compared to the quiet of the country. Trevor reached to answer the call, but hesitated, What if he just let it ring? He could go right back to his cold Coke, And the beautiful touch of the summer winds. But he decided against it, he didn't have many friends so whoever was trying to reach him must need him desperately. So he set down his drink and picked up his phone, Though when he checked the caller ID, he didn't recognize it. (276)-435-9009, a Virginia area code, He looked around in a panic, when he had moved out he made a point of avoiding people, Scared of making any ties. Trevor took a deep breath and composed himself, Swiping up the answer button. "Hello? Trevor Maximus speaking?" "Hello agent, you have three hours to make your way to the Goslting Square where I and my team will meet you. If you do not show up in the allotted time, we will come to you. Timer starts now." Silence.
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I love you deeply, profoundly Yet you are unable to love me back Sweetheart, it is a fact That’s torturing me. Many unanswered calls and texts Many unsuccessful attempts I found myself drowning in sadness Where the sun shines much less. It is painful to be purposely ignored I’m in deep anxiety; I am bored This unrefined, unrequited love Is decorticating me. Holy Spirit above! I love you dearly, tenderly But you ignored my letters My heart is being devoured by tigers My queen is not present in my life. Copyright © December, 2004, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:55 AM UTC
Unrefined, Unrequited Love
Well 5 missed calls. Must be the 4 concrete walls. Inside of a box in a box. I know your bored. You never thought of me this much before. I know its hard and you are going through it. I do my best But you dont always believe it. You always think im doing wrong. When its you thats been gone so long. 5 missed calls now. Lets see what happens when you get out.
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Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
Jailhouse talk
bed's calls ... night start ... the bed ... got bore ... alone ... empty ... with no warm ... so cool ... waiting for us ... to feel warm ... form bodies ... adorable ... knows how ... to give the hot ... creative ... to make the bed warm ... the bed calling us ... calls our love ... to start ... making... the love ... that it make ... bed warm ... and to enjoy ... it loneliness ... while we share ... that lonely bed ... let's answer the bed calls ... let's share our love ... to give the warm ... to that sweet bed ... by our love that we do ... hazem al ...
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Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
bed's calls ...
You didn't tell me we'd be listening to music when I picked up the phone. Your dulcet tones danced through my velvet head and perched upon the crescent moon that was my lips. You could see my body drifting away, so you took my hand and saw that I moved in time with you, sailing upon the song that jumped over a telephone line. In awe, my tongue was pinched, my ears became a playing field for all the ***** you had to bat. Birds began to sing in the early hours as we put away the chitter chatter But it didn't stop my phone from glowing me from glowing, you from lighting up.
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Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
Phone Calls
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, pen ink cries too:( fines that cant be identified on the near or the writes put on paper they die they cry got my reasons for the sacred peasants and held daemons nurtured weapons earned upon various treasons came surrendered on your questioned gazes that i fond a sweet spot on my unsolved mazes unhealthy for the mind my ears brought up to a permanent blind you descend my pride to fault on knees loose cut on shortage of scenarios to choose amazement on the major dominance captive of my shoes leading calls to a song never told never sold --------ravenfeels
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
Descend My Pride
At 2:52 a.m as you dozed off to sleep, I hung up the phone. That's when I realized what the meaning of happiness was, I found a natural drug for all my pain and anxiety. It's your voice, your smile. I'm in love with your smile. I'm in love with you and I haven't even touched your skin. I've fallen in love with your soul. I’ve found the light I've been searching for. How can I be in love with someone that I’ve never met in the flesh? You're trapped between pixels on a phone Between the muffled words Poor connections, And long pauses. You brought light to the darkest parts of me, You make me feel safe from the things that hurt inside. And I know we are both broken but you took my heart and placed it back together. At 2:52 a.m I thank the universe for bringing us together Because the odds of us ever meeting were slim. Now its 2:53 a.m. and I realized that I can never tell you this.
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
2:52 a.m
I see you in dreams, those inconsequential things, shaped in busy slumber. I call to you - with continual mutterings - but do you listen?
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Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 7:05 AM UTC
mutterings
I've got numbers that never show. I'll never see another text From those asleep in an oak box. I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves I hope it never ends I hope it never .
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
Electronic Leaves
You still miss her so much. I feel it when I touch the keys of your laptop. Wet from your teardrop. Last night there was a birthday party. For a boy that was a zombie. He didn't exist, only his mother. In a ghost home like no other. Dark and brown. In a ghost town. I watched them from very far away. I watched a mother and child that used to play. You'll find ways. You'll find ways and people and days. It will be so hard, impossible and too much. Like trying to sleep when there's nothing that feels right for your body to touch. And it all falls apart again. And you have to start again and again. Always with too many things happening. And no certainty and the world spinning. On and and on. How to go on? How to hold on? Falling backwards again into the storm. Uncomfortable and cold in every form. The calm before and after the hit. And the loving inside surrounding it... You just hold me when everything falls. When the siren calls...
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
Siren
In 2020 we are the motors of the mechanics we drive in the bed of other work days as the bees fly less and the drive of somersaulting mad men, calmer than a pool of iced days off after the pool boy cleans up start screaming, although it’s universal when you rise, and my limbs burst through these elsewhere tossed things, and elsewhere bones that have no succor in the middle of the sun’s dance, as if: naïve butchers in the street are sleeping on the bus and there is no answer from the ricochet dream apart from keep your **** together keep your **** together… and the world is well travelled when you’re smoking beside a dog and the obliterated silence of a room has a voice, but the turnstiles open when the poem begins, ah! the weekend again-this, envelope of random orchids that rustle and open, in the haven of a ***** flat where we find the best corona jokes new cities these shaking palms the way the world works better at 10 am and the humour of a crazy snake, checking KPIs again, and when i wake i will love this zero hour contract more, i will worship you and say yes yes YES!
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Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
The last hoax call (from the last call centre worker)
I hear the call of the animals through the darkness their piercing need Searching Searching For one another in the black stony night.
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
ghosts of the night
How can I use my phone less? Should I? I use it to reach out to my daughter... I call my mama every day... I tell my sister, I will call her        And set an alarm to do it...              Oh well... I can just fly to the opposite coast...       And hug her little one... And be a perfect auntie... for one week... Oh! that's so cheating!      Ok, I'm cheating....             But I'm good at it! Do you know why?      Because when I see your little one...         I see you... and I love her so much! And I'm sorry I wasn't a good sister... I wanted to... I planned on being fair, and caring, and supportive...      When I was 9... But when I was 10.... I got jealous... I didn't even know that I was... But you know what? I still ironed your little blankets... And went to get donated milk for you...      Yes!         In the snow!..            For like 20 min walk through the snow... Because you needed milk to grow...             ... and because I love you <3
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC
to my sister
The phone rings, Or rather vibrates, As I stir my instant coffee Because my Keurig is broken And I haven’t gotten around to replacing it. The lady on the other end Of the call Says she’s with the bank. She’s selling identity theft protection subscriptions. I listen to her Explain What that is With mild excitement growing in my stomach; Not with regards to the Subscription, But over the Tones and intonations — The way she breathes: Softly, Warmly, Unconsciously. I let her run with it, Feigning curiosity at first. A question here, There, To really get her going. I wonder when she was last ****** She asks to verify my name, Address. She mentions a credit score package (Ooh la la) That will provide me with insight as to whether my identity has ever been Stolen. (This call Is getting steamy) She tells me that in order to receive the package I need to confirm my enrolment in the subscription. ‘What? Could you repeat that?’ I can feel it Tickling, Licking, My soul, As I sip my ****** instant coffee. I tell her That I absolutely won’t enrol, That I refuse, But that she should be a voice actor Or that if she was a voice option for Siri I would surely select her. She doesn’t have a response, Choosing to wish me a good evening instead, And to thank me on behalf of her employer. ‘No, Thank you dear. Call this number whenever you like. I don’t want your talents to go unappreciated by other customers Who I’m sure are all swines.’ Click. I stare at the ended call And fantasize about your voice, And when you were last ****** Too bad the coffee is ****
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
A most enjoyable intrusion.
The phone rings, Or rather vibrates, As I stir my instant coffee Because my Keurig is broken And I haven’t gotten around to replacing it. The lady on the other end Of the call Says she’s with the bank. She’s selling identity theft protection subscriptions. I listen to her Explain What that is With mild excitement growing in my stomach; Not with regards to the Subscription, But over the Tones and intonations — The way she breathes: Softly, Warmly, Unconsciously. I let her run with it, Feigning curiosity at first. A question here, There, To really get her going. I wonder when she was last ****** She asks to verify my name, Address. She mentions a credit score package (Ooh la la) That will provide me with insight as to whether my identity has ever been Stolen. (This call Is getting steamy) She tells me that in order to receive the package I need to confirm my enrolment in the subscription. ‘What? Could you repeat that?’ I can feel it Tickling, Licking, My soul, As I sip my ****** instant coffee. I tell her That I absolutely won’t enrol, That I refuse, But that she should be a voice actor Or that if she was a voice option for Siri I would surely select her. She doesn’t have a response, Choosing to wish me a good evening instead, And to thank me on behalf of her employer. ‘No, Thank you dear. Call this number whenever you like. I don’t want your talents to go unappreciated by other customers Who I’m sure are all swines.’ Click. I stare at the ended call And fantasize about your voice, And when you were last ****** Too bad the coffee is ****
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When will I stop calling you whenever I'm drunk? It feels like the alcohol over flows my mind As if I'm pretending not to miss you whenever there's no alcohol in the table but forgotten memories begin to appear in a bottoms up I yearned for you once more
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Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
Drunk Calls
You sit there by the phone Waiting Waiting for it to ring because you know the minute you leave it alone Buzz                                           Buzz                                                                                    Buzz But you can’t hear it Until you get back to see a missed call But it is a missed call from someone you didn’t want to talk to You are waiting for that special person to call you To tell you about their day You miss their voice Their voice has given you comfort in the past but now they need you They need you to be strong for them But for you to do that You have to hear their voice Hear how broken they could be But you missed their call You try calling them back Ring                                         Ring                                                                                   Ring Nothing So you just sit there Waiting Waiting for them to call you back now
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
Waiting
in eve's fading light the end of day calls of birds drifted on a breeze
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
Haiku
i was lying on the beach at 3am cold and completely alone starring up at the moon listening to the waves crash against the shore. while holding the phone against my ear listening to your recordings you left on my phone telling me to call you back that you would be home soon and that you loved me so much not even a thousand page book could describe the love you have for me now that i can not hear your voice in person anymore i'm left to listen to the voicemails you left me imagining you there holding me in your arms wishing hoping you come back even though it's impossible
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
voicemails
These tracks playing in the back of my mind Overlapping Seeping Diffusing Into every sound, Colour, Movement... Infusing into my veins, Pulse, Eyes Gripping my heart As the surrounding muscle contracts And takes over Pumps Loosening my body Muscles stiffen, Peripheral vision darkened Pump pump Throat clump I missed my chance I missed my chance Neck outstretched Eye lids embracing my eyes You're losing focus And this distance, Lack of reassurance, Eats me up And so I hide away
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
Cry out
Ringing Singing Clinging Swinging Hear the phone is ringing, singing beeps While clinging the phone, swinging your legs
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Call.
Surrounded by endless space, We have one place; A home in perfect placement, A little bastion of hope. It's a miracle we're here, And graceful we must feel; But they don't comprehend, They just don't understand. Blinded by white lies, That "Everthing'll be fine" But is that really true? Why don't they see the truth? I wish to save my home, My little bastion of hope; But only wanting more, They destroy evermore. I wish to give the Earth it's peace I wish her soul you would release. But when I speak you shut me out Just to make society proud. How can you destroy your home? How can you just care for more? Your selfishness will doom us all Your doomed if you ignore her call
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
We are here right now