#missedcall - Hello Poetry

(hey. you still there?) they say in different dimensions the decisions you did not take are the only ones that remain for the you that exists in parallel i wonder how she lives is it a better life, perhaps? 'cause it's hard to say i've got a great one (you know, you should just accept it) there's so much, though how do i live how do i experience when one decision causes me to miss out on the _what could have been's_ and the almosts' (they're not always that bad) but you say it just because and i live the intensity there's so much to consume love to give kisses to be exchanged hugs to be shared feelings to be said movies i'm yet to experience music i'm yet to hear books i haven't read yet moments i haven't gone through (why do you always think this way, this much? i feel lighter, but there's a mess within your being) _a storm._ so much to offer the world's got a turning pov everywhere and it matters 'cause why would i spend my whole life living in the same normals the same feelings mistakes, foreign meanings, and all the sudden dreamings when i could have much more just accept, sometimes go against the flow why define when i could be anyone i want (it's 2:14, why are you awake, still?) and when i see you perhaps after a decade i'll still meet you with a smile on my face and i'll be as fond of you as i am in the present and hope that you'll look at me the same way, with the same glance (just let it go) but there's so much to hold and there's like a million things that i'm yet to do a thousand people i haven't come through whispers, and confessions i haven't made memories and feelings i haven't shared (i've been wondering) my head goes numb it explodes the next thing everything i hid, comes undone and when you look at me from a distance when i don't notice you'll see how the mask falls how i let it grip me how i just change it all and i'm the same but with you in front of you i don't bleed i put stitches, temporary as they might be and i face you tell you all that you dream listen, find every single possible meaning and maybe you don't want me maybe they don't like me but i do and that'll continue and i'll fade out stay in background but that's how i've always been maybe, just maybe there could be a parallel me where you and i make these decisions together and then one day we wouldn't have to choose and there won't be a chance of any mistakes or another (i love being alive) but the parallels can't have the same thoughts so what do i say? admit this is all that i've got _but i'm so much more!_ i dream with an innocent kindling that sears and leaves an imprint behind my eyes and if you see it in just the right light you'll see the hues all shades — pretty, darker, sometimes a nice pastel and often, the tiny blues flickering imagination left to chance dreaming about crossing the horizons that weren't ever mine to dance through, holding hands i like holding hands and touch express it in the way you grip onto someone say without saying so different from living without loving my hands collide against the glass walls that glimmer with condensation from the heat of the moments and some solemn passion (but do you believe in them all?) paradoxes could be / shouldn't maybe / wouldn't i just hope and hope carries all the trust like a stream of thought or blood in my veins it pulses a rhythm makes a twirl slips through, forgiven hurt me, give me scars i'll trust, for that's my part keep it, betray it, lose it, grip it hard i'll stay, i'll leave, i'll be present — just not here (wipe it off.) i do and i look in the mirror see what looks back i smile at her she doesn't laugh she stares frowns judges scowls fumes breathes sighs looks down (you let it get to you, again?) ants creep around the sweet they're always on the lookout find it, the smallest of crumbs and suddenly they're all about sorrow takes that place a misspoken detail sits, waits grief comes up, surrounds takes the hold rakes me whole (i've got something going, i'll have to hang up) multiple things a lot, actually it's overwhelming do you live? or do you simply exist? is it enough — all that you do? is it okay — all that happens to you? i want everything yet struggle to feel anything the voice whispers she made braver decisions i took the harsh ones i hope at least she had it easy if i couldn't bring you peace maybe you're like her more than you like me infinite possibilities to one single question the line goes silent as if the call has been dropped but i know you're there and i know you see it all do you understand, however? existentialism isn't really everything this is about a vulnerability, the kind — i let take over when the veil drops i reach out, i do but it takes the stronger to notice, the weaker to hold me through i keep thinking about it versions of me the ones who made perhaps the different kind of mistakes i don't regret it they say, "love however brief, is never wasted" it's not mine, i wish it was such a good thought i wonder who wrote sprinkles of chocolate coating the forlorn it's meant to give you the dopamine one that you need to keep going on (hey, i'll call you later — breathe for me, and stay right there?) i've been staying same place, same things the only changes — they repeat and i wonder if we dream the same beings they've mapped my nightmares collided against the sunbeams endings ending on a happy note hide the truth — the ones in real life go bittersweet melancholies wrapped in stillness silence is when it echoes a whistle on repeat, almost the same tune, the same voice will you come reach out to me when i'm long gone — lost in a vague old memory can we coexist? can they do so? can humans achieve it and not hurt each other in the process of fitting the puzzle pieces and simply letting go? but i guess, being roughed up is necessary i'm yet to find myself there's just a whole lot remaining (i don't write that well) my heart swells my lungs fill up how do i go along knowing i could be missing out on all that just wouldn't be so wrong? (isn't that necessary? for you to be you, for me to be me. decisions. choices. wonders. dreams.) so, i'll live. (you didn't pick up my call, are you awake & alright?) ... (i've been really good this side, are you alive?)

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC

poeticaofisshues

a missed call went to voicemail

(hey. you still there?) they say in different dimensions the decisions you did not take are the only ones that remain for the you that exists in parallel i wonder how she lives is it a better life, perhaps? 'cause it's hard to say i've got a great one (you know, you should just accept it) there's so much, though how do i live how do i experience when one decision causes me to miss out on the _what could have been's_ and the almosts' (they're not always that bad) but you say it just because and i live the intensity there's so much to consume love to give kisses to be exchanged hugs to be shared feelings to be said movies i'm yet to experience music i'm yet to hear books i haven't read yet moments i haven't gone through (why do you always think this way, this much? i feel lighter, but there's a mess within your being) _a storm._ so much to offer the world's got a turning pov everywhere and it matters 'cause why would i spend my whole life living in the same normals the same feelings mistakes, foreign meanings, and all the sudden dreamings when i could have much more just accept, sometimes go against the flow why define when i could be anyone i want (it's 2:14, why are you awake, still?) and when i see you perhaps after a decade i'll still meet you with a smile on my face and i'll be as fond of you as i am in the present and hope that you'll look at me the same way, with the same glance (just let it go) but there's so much to hold and there's like a million things that i'm yet to do a thousand people i haven't come through whispers, and confessions i haven't made memories and feelings i haven't shared (i've been wondering) my head goes numb it explodes the next thing everything i hid, comes undone and when you look at me from a distance when i don't notice you'll see how the mask falls how i let it grip me how i just change it all and i'm the same but with you in front of you i don't bleed i put stitches, temporary as they might be and i face you tell you all that you dream listen, find every single possible meaning and maybe you don't want me maybe they don't like me but i do and that'll continue and i'll fade out stay in background but that's how i've always been maybe, just maybe there could be a parallel me where you and i make these decisions together and then one day we wouldn't have to choose and there won't be a chance of any mistakes or another (i love being alive) but the parallels can't have the same thoughts so what do i say? admit this is all that i've got _but i'm so much more!_ i dream with an innocent kindling that sears and leaves an imprint behind my eyes and if you see it in just the right light you'll see the hues all shades — pretty, darker, sometimes a nice pastel and often, the tiny blues flickering imagination left to chance dreaming about crossing the horizons that weren't ever mine to dance through, holding hands i like holding hands and touch express it in the way you grip onto someone say without saying so different from living without loving my hands collide against the glass walls that glimmer with condensation from the heat of the moments and some solemn passion (but do you believe in them all?) paradoxes could be / shouldn't maybe / wouldn't i just hope and hope carries all the trust like a stream of thought or blood in my veins it pulses a rhythm makes a twirl slips through, forgiven hurt me, give me scars i'll trust, for that's my part keep it, betray it, lose it, grip it hard i'll stay, i'll leave, i'll be present — just not here (wipe it off.) i do and i look in the mirror see what looks back i smile at her she doesn't laugh she stares frowns judges scowls fumes breathes sighs looks down (you let it get to you, again?) ants creep around the sweet they're always on the lookout find it, the smallest of crumbs and suddenly they're all about sorrow takes that place a misspoken detail sits, waits grief comes up, surrounds takes the hold rakes me whole (i've got something going, i'll have to hang up) multiple things a lot, actually it's overwhelming do you live? or do you simply exist? is it enough — all that you do? is it okay — all that happens to you? i want everything yet struggle to feel anything the voice whispers she made braver decisions i took the harsh ones i hope at least she had it easy if i couldn't bring you peace maybe you're like her more than you like me infinite possibilities to one single question the line goes silent as if the call has been dropped but i know you're there and i know you see it all do you understand, however? existentialism isn't really everything this is about a vulnerability, the kind — i let take over when the veil drops i reach out, i do but it takes the stronger to notice, the weaker to hold me through i keep thinking about it versions of me the ones who made perhaps the different kind of mistakes i don't regret it they say, "love however brief, is never wasted" it's not mine, i wish it was such a good thought i wonder who wrote sprinkles of chocolate coating the forlorn it's meant to give you the dopamine one that you need to keep going on (hey, i'll call you later — breathe for me, and stay right there?) i've been staying same place, same things the only changes — they repeat and i wonder if we dream the same beings they've mapped my nightmares collided against the sunbeams endings ending on a happy note hide the truth — the ones in real life go bittersweet melancholies wrapped in stillness silence is when it echoes a whistle on repeat, almost the same tune, the same voice will you come reach out to me when i'm long gone — lost in a vague old memory can we coexist? can they do so? can humans achieve it and not hurt each other in the process of fitting the puzzle pieces and simply letting go? but i guess, being roughed up is necessary i'm yet to find myself there's just a whole lot remaining (i don't write that well) my heart swells my lungs fill up how do i go along knowing i could be missing out on all that just wouldn't be so wrong? (isn't that necessary? for you to be you, for me to be me. decisions. choices. wonders. dreams.) so, i'll live. (you didn't pick up my call, are you awake & alright?) ... (i've been really good this side, are you alive?)

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My head is spinning My mind is fuzzy My eyes are burning, Vision going hazy My eyes close Into a deep sleep I fall In the morning, my phone says There's a missed call From death

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Nov 9, 2024

Nov 9, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC

morningdew

Missed call

My head is spinning My mind is fuzzy My eyes are burning, Vision going hazy My eyes close Into a deep sleep I fall In the morning, my phone says There's a missed call From death

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Strangers again 10 unseen text massages "I missed you" "I hope you have a good day" "I love you" Your morning texts buzzed my pocket phone With such excitement A chain of massages That told a story.. You thought of me 7 unseen text messages 1 missed called "Am going for lunch should I bring you anything?" "Sorry I called you by accident" "I love you" I drew strength from the spontaneous Phone calls Just to see how I was doing Even though I replied Just a minute ago That I was fine You cared about me 5 missed calls 1 unseen text message "I am sorry" Th turning point It happened too fast For either one of us to react Like a wrecking ball It all fell apart We were no longer friends 0 missed calls No text massages "We don't talk anymore" That silly song played On the airwaves The lyrics spoke about us As they ripped open Memories of you "Olivia beck" Now just a name on the contact list A stanger that was once my whole world No words spoken No love shown Just memories of time spent.

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC

ABmogale

Strangers again

Strangers again 10 unseen text massages "I missed you" "I hope you have a good day" "I love you" Your morning texts buzzed my pocket phone With such excitement A chain of massages That told a story.. You thought of me 7 unseen text messages 1 missed called "Am going for lunch should I bring you anything?" "Sorry I called you by accident" "I love you" I drew strength from the spontaneous Phone calls Just to see how I was doing Even though I replied Just a minute ago That I was fine You cared about me 5 missed calls 1 unseen text message "I am sorry" Th turning point It happened too fast For either one of us to react Like a wrecking ball It all fell apart We were no longer friends 0 missed calls No text massages "We don't talk anymore" That silly song played On the airwaves The lyrics spoke about us As they ripped open Memories of you "Olivia beck" Now just a name on the contact list A stanger that was once my whole world No words spoken No love shown Just memories of time spent.

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