"contacting" poems
i place my head beside her thigh
as if to sleep in her warmth,
I say Twosday,
she says,what?
I repeat, Twosday,
Yes, she say, it is,
pausing to consider
and connect
my dots:
Ha, you’re writing a poem!
“head connected to my thigh bone,
drawing from within me,
the necessary ingredients to
inspire, perspire,-and respire
this agglomeration of the
in and out of your surroundings
contacting pulses”
I think, ah,
she’s got it,
but all I say and
state with definiteness,
by repeating,
and breathing out
Toosday, Twosday!
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go **** yourself.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
I don't follow.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
You can't generalize like that.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
All conflict in the world cannot be attributed to a single root.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That requires the assumption that, basically, all human values are the same.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is very naive of you.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That is because communication and language are the only means of expression and different words acquire very different meanings not only from culture to culture but even profession to profession.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
That's why the government is investing in that new fibre internet.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Well of course, all human values are essentially the same.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
It's actually a lack of technological progression that restricts us from contacting aliens.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Religious conflict is far more complicated than that.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Go to Hell.
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
Yes
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
No
Did you know the root of all conflict in the world is miscommunication?
What do you mean?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
He said he loves me.
I take time to think about it.
He does something special.
I started to like him.
He give more love.
I loved him.
He doesn't know about it.
I always think of him.
He stop talking to me.
I keep on reaching him.
He started to ignore me.
I don't know what to do.
He hasn't contacting me.
I started to ignore him too.
He started to talk to me again like nothing happened.
I can't talk to him anymore.
He's pursuing me again.
I started to move on.
He doesn't know what I feel.
I don't deserve him.
He stop talking to me again.
I will forget him.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
The love of a grandson
to a grandmother
is a special bond.
It cannot be broken.
A grandmother's presence
in the eyes of a grandson
makes him behave
more like he should behave.
He looks up to her.
I look up to you.
I often wonder
what experiences you've gone thorough.
What has made you into the you today?
You've gone through so much yet,
I've only known you
for 22 years of it.
Through that time,
you've shown me
what a great grandparent is.
You attended most of my
Concerts
Plays
and Musicals
with loving support
Every birthday,
Christmas,
Valentine's Day,
and Easter
without ever missing a beat
you would contact me.
I thank you
So
SO
SOOOOOO MUCH!
I often feel guilty
for not always contacting back.
I really need to get better at that.
As a kid
there was nothing better
than looking forward
to your Christmas presents.
The science toys,
the cookbooks,
and of course,
the Hot Wheels.
There was nothing better to me
than knowing
that I would get a new track to put together
or a new car.
As I've matured,
so have the presents.
the Alinea cookbook
is like a sacred document
I look at it often
and it always amazes me.
Thank you for inventing
"Grandma's Orange Stuffing"
Its always my favorite part
of the Thanksgiving feast.
(Way better than dad's)
Although this poem
isn't very poem-y
I hope you enjoy it
for the rest of your life.
You're the only real grandparent I ever had,
and I love you with all my heart.
Thank you for all you've done.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Unholy methods to
Keep me from
Contacting old souls
Is keeping me alive
The beginning
Feels unbearable
I miss the years
I didn't have
Scriptures dealing with
Nostalgic by yours truly.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
"You're crazy and no one likes you." I don't know how to respond. I am ten and have never heard such hurtful words before. She smirks as I walk away in tears, silent in my own disbelief. At dinner that night, my mother says she is jealous of me because I am such a smart, kind girl. Now I am confused. Am I an outcast that is hated by all, or the poster child for perfection?
She is insecure
Envy green with jealousy
But she still hurts me
"Wow. It's really sad that you have to tattle to the principal instead of handling things yourself." I don't know how to respond. I am fourteen and am now embarrassed for asking my mom to talk to the school, and to make sure I didn't share any classes with my bully. I delete the post from my Facebook wall and lock myself in my room. At dinner that night, my mother says I am mature for contacting the school rather than fighting with my attacker. But I am confused. How can I stand up for myself if other people are solving my problems for me?
I cannot escape
Her words make me feel alone
What did I do wrong?
"Guess who." I know exactly how to respond. I am seventeen and I have had enough. My bully moved away two years ago; I thought she had moved on. Apparently, distance is not a problem for her. One sentence is all she will get from me: "I feel bad for you." The phone company has her number minutes later and I am proud of myself. At dinner that night, I don't tell my mother anything, because there's nothing to tell. There is no more confusion; I know that she is not the only one of her kind, but I also know that I am strong enough to handle anyone whose insecurites knock them down a few levels in the realm of maturity. I only wish the clarity had come sooner.
To my old neighbor:
Thank you for tormenting me.
You have made me strong.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
you called me another womans name
who is she?
she has the same name as the girl who was contacting you
all this time
you cheated on me, I know it
so please get out of my head
please get out of my life
i never want to see your face ever again
or hear your voice, the sound that shattered my heart
so please
I beg of you
get out
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
This morning I sat contemplating the wrinkled sheets of
my night of restless slumber-
I thought of the possibility behind contacting you and being
denied or sitting here and believing in the multi-verse theory.
When I was younger I took comfort in the thought of different
worlds which equate to multiple plausible outcomes.
I thought that if it rained here,
out there, another me would enjoy a sunshine bliss.
And so, by that logic, there is a universe in which you answer
positively, negatively,
one which we never met
and another which we are together from the beginning.
If so, does that mean this universe is the one of regret?
I am staring at my undone bed fully aware it won't make itself,
but I can't help and ponder that in another universe things once
broken put themselves together.
However, of action and inaction,
of to be and not to be;
this world demands and answer.
Thus this morning I make my bed quite early and wait for a reaction.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The bullet was made by an expert
discovered when removed.
At the autopsy of a young guy
one of several just arrived.
Not a gang war it was known
but a ****** working alone.
The public scared out of their wits
the police under pressure.
Three dead this boy the latest victim
attacks in varied locations.
Was it by somebody from the military
an expert with a unique ability.
No clues was not good to hear
the public afraid to be here.
Tall buildings made them easy targets
when would the next strike be.
Though summer the temperature cold
through information they trolled.
As another victim was gunned down
more evidence was found.
Two teenagers saw a man with a case
get into a city works van.
Contacting with what they had seen
a new image came on the screen!
Every law officer was instantly alerted
a face found to fit description.
An ex soldier with traumatic stress
caution the critical word.
Quickly a sighting was received
the entire force relieved.
A gun battle ensued policemen hurt
not killed in the line of duty.
A swat team eventually shot him dead
in a disused ammunition factory.
News soon spread of the snipers demise
the gloom factor began to rise.
You can never argue with a bullet!
The Foureyed Poet.
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 1:20 PM UTC
Love #1
He liked me, i liked him.
This lasted for a while.
Summer came, he left.
He got a girlfriend, and forgot about me.
The next school year,
We made eye contact in the hall all the time
He texted me and apologized
I forgave him
and when he and his girlfriend were over
He came running back to me
I welcomed him with open arms.
This only lasted part of the summer.
Things were getting tense
and we stopped contacting each other.
A year later
When i was "talking" to someone new
He apologized again
I think he was jealous, to be honest.
We never spoke again.
Love #2
I thought he was cute
I only fantasized about him liking me
Then it came true
He pursued me, and i liked it.
We went on a date before our first date
He held my hand that day
and forced his lips upon mine.
Not how i imagined my first kiss.
We went on dates
but stayed in the car most of the time
I thought i could control things
and not go too far.
I tried to stop multiple times
yet somehow he just kept enticing me.
After he got what he wanted (not what you are thinking)
He dumped me.
He said we could still be friends
but i mean, that was unrealistic.
We never spoke again.
Love #3
He makes me happy
We are best friends
He held my hand at the beach
and kissed me on the cheek.
That was only for one day.
We continued to be best friends
We went out by ourselves and
he made no indication that we were more than friends.
Weeks went by.
Then after our AP test we went to eat together.
We also went on an adventure.
That was the best day of my life.
We went up a mountain and went on a little hike.
It was hailing and we were sitting close under a towel for protection.
That would have been the perfect time to kiss me.
But he didnt.
And i respect that.
He takes things slow
unlike Love #2.
patience means you're in it for the long run.
Things are going well
and I think we could actually have a good future together.
Im excited for it, love.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Insincere December sun promised warmth
never given, the look of warmth cruel beauty,
the icy stare of soft hazel eyes, the cold touch
of clean hands. Light holding long nails of ice
dripped promised release too little to drink more
to move me out from under eaves by pokes and stings.
There I caught you in my arms a brief until when.
Your hand slid to my stretched finger tips and waved.
I looked you to your car off the lot up the street
you contacting even then the busy phone not meeting
eyes seeing me in bright light with no warmth.
Hands shoved in coat pockets denim hugged cold enough
to leave I stayed past your depart and why?
Something as if said the logic of December
is the folly of Spring. The art of glass imprisons
ghosts haunts possessed what is and is not real
desired both. The art of ice, the realization of thirst
cool captured drinks raised past reach.
Even then I knew, and sought you nonetheless.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
It’s 2am and I’m wide awake,
I can’t stop thinking about what you said
Our past memories keep overwhelming me,
I ask myself: why didn’t I realise how much you meant to me?
Tears start rolling down my cheek,
I feel so guilty, so small and weak
“Why couldn’t I just accept your love and stay?”,
This question has been haunting me everyday
I scroll through our past messages tentatively,
Realising how you had waited for me so patiently
Even after numerous night falls,
Why didn’t I ever give you a call?
I realised that maybe I was too selfish,
You were just right there- why didn’t I cherish?
“I will be here for you” was what you said,
Why didn’t I ever say this to you instead?
A crushing sensation pierces through my heart,
It seems as if my entire world is falling apart
“I deserve this, you went through this too”,
I will willingly suffer pain and sorrow just for you
It is selfish for me to say that I want you back,
I have always loved you- it just took time for me to realise that
It’s too late, you seem to have already moved on;
What else can I do, but to pretend to put on a strong front?
It’s too late, maybe your heart is somewhere else
You didn’t wish me on my birthday- I can infer from it by myself
We both made mistakes, but you tried to make up for it;
I did too, but maybe, I was the cause of our second split
You’ll never read this, but I want you to know,
I have always had feelings for you- it just didn’t show
I have always been terrible at texting and directly expressing my feelings;
My ‘pococurante’ over messages might have been what was misleading
There are so many things that I want to tell you,
One of it is that it takes a lot not to call you
If me contacting you brings you pain in any way,
Even if it means suffering on my own- I won’t do so; I’ll act like everything is okay
You are the kindest, most selfless and sweetest guy I know,
Don’t let my mistakes affect you and become your shadow
You bring a ray of light and comfort to the people around you,
I hope one day, you’ll find someone who is like this too
“We’ll see what happens four years down the road” was what you said,
Four years have passed- what have we become instead?
From being friends, to lovers, to friends, back to being strangers;
Will this cycle repeat? Or is it too late for us
Every time I walk past you or see you from afar,
My heart beats crazily fast, it just adds on to my scars
It’s too late for me to apologise and reconcile, isn’t it,
My finger hovers above the ‘send’ button… should I click?
28/11/21
2am
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
I laugh as the Jeep
dives nose first into the huge pothole
of mud.
It splatters across my windshield,
turning my white Wrangler
brown.
He chuckles from the passenger
seat.
This was once your idea.
You tried to talk me into going.
Even when I already wanted to,
you wanted it more-
with me.
When I brought it up,
you said you had plans.
I told you to tell me when
and stopped asking.
You held off and
he came into the picture.
I now have the relationship
I once believed
would be
you and me.
You had stopped contacting me
and I wasn't going to be the one all over
you.
But now that I'm with him,
you want back in.
You had
her.
I never understood why you liked her.
She just used you.
The Jeep takes another dive,
headlights first.
My phone vibrates in the cupholder.
It's you.
Citing lyrics from a song that
I once made you listen to.
Do he take care of you? Or could I easily fill his shoes?
You hated that song,
now why are you sending me lyrics?
Because I don't know whether I want
you in my life again or not.
My back tires spin in the hole and I can't get out.
He crawls out and start to dig us out
as the tires spin and splatter him
with mud.
Caking his entire body.
That could be you,
but he's the one I'm mudding
with.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Tonight, I saw you at the corner of the road,
standing, with falling shoulders and lowered head,
not lonely, rather alone with yourself,
the best company I would say,
even if it appears contrary to you at the moment
Though, your shoulders are falling,
they are gracefully carrying the excruciating pain of your heart,
those stiff muscles are holding you straight,
yes, your head is lowered down,
yet, what a marvelous posture of your body
I adore you,
your presence, existence is a source of emulation for many,
they are admiring their standing woman-man, their stoikiy muzhik,
as standing their itself is an act of courage,
that you are holding on
I don’t know what ransacked you,
must have been terrible,
but not strong enough to break your resilience,
the terseness of your being,
I adore you
Tonight, when you go back home,
don’t just reach and lay on the couch,
go in front of that mirror,
the one that you have not seen for long
let your intimate self undress you,
praise your beautiful body,
doesn’t matter whether it has gained weight or lost,
if gained, admire those layers of new flesh,
they are eager to burn themselves up for you, just for you,
if lost, praise those beautiful bones,
which are highlighting the flow of universe inside the canvas of your body,
see yourself, raise your head,
give respect to your resilient shoulders,
to your eyes which drained themselves dry to make you feel better,
see the grace and light they have when they daringly carry your vulnerability with style,
they deserve a smile,
while smiling, respect your mind, you awareness,
which is not acting as your master anymore,
when was the last time you caressed your
beautiful eyes, hair, face,
when was the last time you caressed your
breast, chest, all below,
Don’t sleep tonight,
your cupboard is waiting for your touch,
you have kept on contacting them,
but for tonight, for one last moment,
one last act of courage,
that gods themselves are not expecting from you,
shut their mouth,
defeat death, for tonight,
Touch
touch your books, shoes, clothes, diary, pen,
that beautiful lamp in the corner,
your bed that has not been made up,
touch your work, they long for your love,
and they, all of them have waited for this very moment,
just one last deed,
affirmatively whisper…
Aditya
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
Don't you think our friendship is amusing
We rarely have a meeting
Or people call it a friend dating
Yet we're still contacting
Freaking every day one's thinking
How to make each other amazing
And to improve attitude doing
Not just to use fluffy words babe-darling
But to manifest love in our own way
And avoid separating.
Do you notice,
When you're happy
My heart dance genuinely
When you brightly smile
My heart is closer to you a mile
When you're excited
I'm donating my limbs to be cheered
When you utter something
I agree without hesitating
And do I realise,
When I cry
You provide a comfort room to rely
When I feel exhausted
You swing to be an energy booster
When my mood turns down
You send sweet phrases that make me frown
When I feel bright
You add another enormous light
When flower loses its scent
When world seems come to an end
My vast light is from a best friend
YOU, whose love never bent.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
He texted me last night saying he really misses me.
This was probably after work, but I don't know for sure.
I haven't contacted him in two weeks.
He hurt me and found pleasure in teasing me.
But I'm just confused because he's (ex-boyfriend) still contacting me,
Not like an ex-boyfriend should.
I'm still going to ignore him because I'm progressively moving on...
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
of suicidal disposition
twas the depressed soul
his mind thoughts
were out of control
a step too far
he took
contacting a euthanasia advocate
the doctor of this bent
gave advice
as to how his depressive state
could be transformed
into a non event
he explained
in detail
how to exit
all earthly woes
the depressed man had
not a terminal illness
all he sought twas
a vestige of mental wellness
his parents left to grieve
their son's decision
though the fault lies
in the advocate's
poor judgement
of the young man's
mental state
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
Everyone's entitled to their own opinion.
And mine is this.
The loneliest moment is when you're sitting on your bed crying and you scroll through your contacts but end up putting your pone down in the end and not contacting anyone. Because 90% don't care at all, 9% are just curious, and that 1% left over. Well, they're starting to pull away too
This is true loneliness
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Have you ever seen a smile
that made you turn away with glee
have you ever felt a face so close
eyes contacting
like a particle collision.
This will end in a heavy mess, and yet -
a portrait with such warmth.
radiating in a such a way star beams envy it's smirk.
and supernovae would **** for the smile.
when you look at me I know
I'm here
I'm real
I'm alive
These thoughts bring tiny Heat deaths to my chest
expanding forever
I might never exhale, if only to draw in the moment
and die with it inside me.
but, I won't
superfluous words merely orbit my skull
with a stronger gravity
pulling them further from you
tearing chucks of me elsewhere
until eventually your warm glow, is merely
a scintillation
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
*Your list keeps growing and growing... Like I said, nothing like a bunch of pretty faces to distract you. Girls sure are beautiful. I'm sure you're catching a lot of their attention, just as you had hoped. I can only imagine the flirting. Unfortunately, I have yet to receive any of your attention or desire. I guess since you gave it to me constantly for a year and a half, it's a little too boring now. Silly me. I have continued begging and begging for you but I am overjoyed to finally realize I deserve so much more than that **** The memories were beautiful, you were beautiful, I was beautiful and most of all, we were beautiful. We were so ****** beautiful. But now my face is sunken in, my eyes are always bloodshot and my lips are constantly cracked open and bleeding. And we certainly aren't beautiful anymore. Take me back to the last night we shared together; I often wonder how you slept so soundly... I wonder why you didn't kiss me goodnight when you knew it would be your last night to kiss me. I wonder why you chose to go to sleep instead of watching one last movie with me. As I sit here, typing this, I laugh at myself. I laugh because I see how blinded I have been. I deserve someone who fights to make it work. Who doesn't think leaving is the answer. I deserve someone who always chooses to stay. Who is sure of me only and always. Well, at least I am now realizing all of these things. I am so ******* dumb for sticking around like I have. I will read this when I feel the urge to text you. I will read this when I think, "maybe, just maybe he wants me to reach out to him." Because you don't need me to reach out to you. And it's very evident nothing good comes from contacting you. I am sick of this loneliness and I am sick of thinking you're the only one who can fix that. Especially when you're the ******* reason I'm like this. Hmm, I wonder if this is the mad stage I've been told I'd eventually reach? I never thought I could*
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
There is nothing left to say. You declared with audacity how I was an impediment. I recollected how pitiable I was, desperate for nothing, because it wouldn't, it didn't alter anything. So enamored was I with you, I relinquished half of myself to appease you. The superior parts of me I surrendered willingly to you, as I permitted myself to become illicitly compliant in the scheme of deceiving myself. I believed the half-truths, the falsehoods, and the empty promises. You made a wreck of me, exposing me to such debasingly immoral things. I thought I could trust you after everything we shared. I never knew such passions; I never felt such care. How was I to know none of it was genuine?
Time has elapsed, and I have healed. I have moved on, not as swiftly as you, and it didn't take another to get me here. So, the emails, the texts, the contacting my family needs to cease. It doesn't matter if I'm single. What mattered was that I had so much fight in me to save us I was a willing participant, my own collateral damage when it came to you. I allowed so much and pleaded for so long for you to see me, to love me as I did you. Like you once used to. The fool I played, for it wasn't love at all. It wasn't even lust; it was mere 'usage.' I contorted myself to fit into your world. I reinvented myself to a lower self in place of the worldly woman I once was. I infringed on my intellect and played dumb, forever the fool, all for you. And it still wasn't enough. You told me I was too strong, too independent, and so I diminished myself. My integrity be ****** I lowered my standards and discarded my boundaries to please you. All for what? For you to do exactly what I implored you not to do: to toy with me, to lie and deceive, to harm and torture, to manipulate and abuse. And even then, it wasn't enough. I was never enough.
No matter now. I have healed myself, and I have moved on. How wonderful it is to see I am nowhere near where I used to be, and the me I am today you'll never get close to. So, for all the attempts at contacting me and wanting to talk, I must let it be known I have nothing left to say!
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 7:37 AM UTC
it has been eighty-one days
since you spoke me to
(with the exception of the three hours
you used to make me more miserable
than I already was)
it has been eighty-one days
of punishment
though you refuse to admit
that punishment
is exactly what you’re doing
it has been eighty-two days
since the last time you said
that you loved me
approximately twelve hours
changed love to isolation
there was a bombing in your city
I risked contacting you
because I didn’t know if you
were injured, or possibly dead
because you are a stranger to me now
how dare you call me “love”
after you betrayed me
cheated, and lied
and blamed it on trust
and blamed it on me
told me that I am overreacting
over and over
that I am wrong
that I have always been wrong
because to you,
I am never right
news flash:
when you’re in love
you
don’t
*******
leave
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC