"beeeep" poems
Suited up as I try to maintain
In this ground cracking weather.
Heavy bags on my back
And artillery in my hands.
Goggles dusty
From the blistering sand
That slice my face like razors
With every gust of wind.
The scorching temperature
Is on hell and every breath
I take is so dry that my tongue's stiff.
One canteen, a few packs of food,
And a mission to complete.
My boots are laced,
With my feet feeling like people
Trapped in a burning building.
The further I go the more my body
Feels like it's being cremated.
I must reach my destination....
As helicopters pass through
Dropping explosives the size of a
Small child with the impact of
Several meteors hitting the earth.
Running like a track meet and
Maneuvering like a game of Dodgeball.
Gunfire, bodies, and thick smoke
As I bypass fallen aircrafts.
Approaching my target which
Will be my final destination.
BOOM! I found myself airborne to
Only hit the ground in unconsciousness.
BEEEEP! Is all I hear as I try to get
Up and regain consciousness.
Just a little over a hundred yards to
Go with a blurred vision
Feels like a lifetime.
As I'm reaching my target with
Bullets whistling pass my ears....
It's time. I set up my shot....
I hold my breath
Heart pounding with adrenaline
I'm studying
I'm focused
I'm ready....
POW! As my 50 caliber jerks
Back into my shoulder kicking
The dirt off the ground like a horse
At the Kentucky Derby.
MISSION COMPLETE!
As I'm going home with a bad case
Of paranoia and a Metal of honor...
I still have disastrous flashbacks
And ****** nightmares.
But....Nothing compares to that
STORM in the DESERT.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Saturday morning cartoons in the late 80's
Beeeeeep
Beeeep
Beep!
Blankets get thrown
Quick yawn and a stretch
And I'm gone.
Run to the cabinet grab my rescuer's toothbrush and colgate.
Its the total complete toothpaste
Brushing frantically in the pantry and I grab the frosty flake
You know they're Greeeeeeeat.
Get to the sink and rinse with a swift swish and a spit.
Done with that, as I dig through the drawers for my plastic Punch Bowl.
Pour in the entire box of cereal and a half gallon of liquid gold
6:53am tap the power button on the remote control, stack all the pillows and blankets in the middle of the room, 5 min left till my favorite shows
7am and it begins, Spider-man and his amazing friends 7:30 and its the Wonder Twins
Commercial break for school house rock,
go take a ****
then switch my cereal to cookie crisp
8am silver hawks and the copper kid,
8:30 voltron black lion forms the head
While thunder cats at 9am battle Mumm-Ra the un-dead
930 pound puppies that was my thing
Bright eyes, violet, and cooler was the man
When 10am came that meant the shows were coming to an end.
That half-hour reserved for Prince Adam of Eternia better known as He-man
And the last of the shows came after 1030 to 11o'clock. Here came "the Little's" cuz the Little's don't stop.
The sunlight peaking through the blinds, 11 years old, cereal all gone spazzed on a sugar rush, Waiting to play with my cousins.
Grandma picks me up from uncle Gary then off to Dain and Tony for destruction, bike race, GI Joe and burgers from Rally's
Those were the days
The good ol days
-Alexis J. Meighan-
July 13 at 8:11pm ·
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
Chapter 1
Beeeep.
My mom checks her phone.
"I just took 37 pills and I'm afraid I'm going to die."
Chapter 2
Everyone always talks about how beautiful night is. In our poems we compare it to love. We compare it to eternity. We compare it to existence. But the darkness scares me. Nighttime terrifies me. I become so alone with my thoughts and there is no escape. I am completely alone. And when i'm alone i tend to do reckless things. My brain; so impulsive. I get drunk, I smoke **** I have *** I cut myself. I contemplate the bottle of pills under my bed. I take the bottle of pills hidden under my bed. I don't cry; no-this isn't real yet. I don't shake. Steady hands. I forget about my family; I am not afraid of dying. Ten down. 27 to go. 16. 11. 8. 2.
I look up. I count to twenty. I feel sick. My sister, comes in. I cry- I cry so hard. I am going to die. I remember my family.
I am afraid.
So I text my mother. I refuse to face her-I won't face her. The shame, the guilt, the disappointment she will have. The anger. She's going to be so angry.
Chapter 3
My dad storms in my room. So, so, angry. I cry-i'm scared. Not of dying. I'm scared of my dad. Of my mother. Of their judgement. I walk into their bedroom. Nobody cries. I can feel the hostility. I can feel the anger. Why don't they love me? "Attention seeker." They say. I cry. I hope I die. I shouldn't have said anything. I should have let them find me, shriveled up like a dried out flower- no pulse no pulse no breathing.
My mother takes me to the ER. My father stays home to sleep. My stomach feels like I have a cancer- a mold growing inside of me.
But I am afraid I will live.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
watch words, words watched for,
for watching words, is not a chore,
if your paid to watch, not the shore,
or the land or the sky or a radar screen,
or even reruns of Ben Vereen,
toe tapping, his way across the stage,
but you Need Some Attention paid,
so you watch words to earn a wage,
internet, email, and cell phone ALL
technology to watch what words will work without that wascal wabbit wunning off at the mouth,
where words pop out as fast as
pills
pop in
so No Substance Abuse is noticeable...
this poem has been interrupted beeeep pppppp! ***** crackle
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
____/\_/\/\____/\_/\/\_________
(beeeep)
i'd rather feel
total angst
than
**complete
INDIFFERANCE**
soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Silence
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beep
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Electrocardiography
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Echoes
Beeping, beep...beeeep
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Beep
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Cancer sucks,I know
....
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.
.
what if you had a week to live
. .
Would you make the most of it
What would you do
.
Beep
beep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
So her hair grew long
Bit her nails nervously on the daily
and so did the memory of her lover who had left without saying anything about his farewell
All she remembers were his last words, "I want you to be happy and that's all... with or without me... you will prosper my darling"
He looked at her and his neck twisted slight to the right
beeeep....beeeep.....beeeep
and so he rest forever in a universe where they guide the lower consciousness with signs in the sky that read
"life goes on"
and so it does
and so you will prosper
You will live with misery and joy
In the end, let yourself fall into a pit of hope that one day you will see you other half in bed, naked
Forever the love is in your hands
So will her heart be on your mind
and yours on hers
The scars will heal within the love you build during the moments you wish you cherished when all goes wrong
LOOK UP
There's a star for you
and it will glow for you
Forever
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
For my final breath I want to just tell you ever since I first lead my eyes apon you I fell in love.
But now you will never know because you are not here with me.
When I leave this earth I want to be your one and only gaurdian angel.
They say to save my breath because you will not hear me.
I don't care what they say I'm going to tell you even if you can't hear me.
I love you!!!
I have loved you since our very first hello to each other.
I just want to tell you now I love y...
BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP :'(
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
I just let you decide,
Cuz I don't really have the time,
Since you up and left,
I've been stitching up my heart,
Been so long now,
My hearts been ripped apart.
Cut lip on a winter day,
Ain't no stopping from opening,
Bleeding inside out,
Still waiting on you,
Do i really need to shout?
Are you the person I once knew?
Find myself lost where it began.
Now and again and again..
Can't escape from you within,
Again and again ...
This is insane.
How could you do all that to me?
Was it your actions or words from others?
We paying telephone now,
Maybe I should put you on the direct line,
But you'll probably just hang up...
Beeeep.... beeeep ....
beeeep.... Beeeep ....
You think I'm down on my knees?
You think you don't need me?
I know what I bring to the table?
Again and again....
Can't replace it.
Love is the movement to my body
Even though my head knows all about it
My heart continues to re open
Longing for your touch and emotion
How long you going to keep walking
How long till you want it.
What happens then.
Do I just forget??
Again... And again
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
I’m on the phone trying reach you
I keep hearing the ringing sound.
It’s you that I want to speak to.
You’re the only one I need to.
My interest is limited
But you are my benefits
Especially when my health is in need.
You’re the only one that wants me to succeed.
More ringing in my ear
For now it’s seems to be clear.
If you’re not answering
Then your not even there.
I wish you pick up the phone
“Please leave a message after the tone!”
“Beeeep!”
“Hello, I haven’t spoke to you in a while. Alright, maybe it hasn’t been a while but with these days being long it feels like it.. “
I called because I wanted to hear your voice.
Speak upon some things
Give this silence a little noise
But all I got is rings.
Now I’m speaking through this voicemail.
Because hearing you is not allowed.
But now I have a choice to tell you.
What I’m thinking about.
I just want to listen and put you on repeat.
I just want to lay down and hear you speak.
I just want one word, two words, or even three.
I just want to hear you speak, I just to hear YOU!
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
The hearts of their old souls beat fast
His breath taken from him.
An optical illusion to some eyes
yet simple to mine.
She dances in the moonlight rays,
He prays to see her again someday.
She dances her way off the stage;
into the dark abyss.
He cries at the thought of seeing her again,
Forever wishing to have just one last glimpse one last kiss again.
He cries and weeps,
like a faucet in a sink;
While they all fell bad for there love story,
such a short story.
beeeep
beeeep
He wakes up astonished;
looking in a gaze; proud to see another day.
Just to realize
His love was taken yesterday.
yours truly,
. . .
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC