"earphone" poems
I haven't stayed up this late
since our restless early morning contests
to see who would fall victim to
heavy eyelids and tired thoughts.
I won of course, you most of the time,
but I won on the longest nights (or so I'd like to think)
though my satisfaction was rooted from
something entirely different.
To be honest, I could have cared less about the victor;
I was competitive but I liked when you won -
the shine in your voice and
the glimmer in your smile telling me
how I snored through the night (I didn't)
was much more rewarding.
I haven't stayed up this long
since our late night conversations
turned into early morning slurred sentences
of who could make the most sense
whilst repeating I love you
inaudibly through earphone speakers
and bundled blankets.
And as much as the tiredness
enveloped me in its embrace,
the thought of yours implied through
the telephone waves proved
to be worthwhile, nonetheless.
You were miles beyond my reach,
but you were simple words away.
***I haven't stayed up this late
since we fell asleep falling in love***
in different beds but with the same desires,
on the same line; on the same page.
And I hate to admit it,
but I still like to think of it that way.
- g.d.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Pacing rapidly, doors slamming in the background.
I can't find iPod...no - irritation is building up inside of me - it's about to erupt. Where is my iPod??
In a violent flash of outrage, I smash my earphone against the desk.
Dropping down to the chair, and gazing out of the window, I'm suddenly thinking who is this hot-tempered person?
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Americana is not Greyhound.
People come and go like life,
Attached to the waiting random.
The road feels longer,
Relief of excretion and sanitation,
Home spreads everywhere.
Sitting strangers are stories,
Riding by unknown sceneries,
Thinking about their hometown,
Wondering if they will reach their destination on time.
Earphone music connects memories to a person so vividly,
It feels like a new chapter in my life,
Bookmark the important ones with parts of me,
It feels like I’m departing,
From something small to somewhere big.
It’s
already
an adventure
once the first
step is made
with you.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
We are polar opposites
You are West, I am East
Our views always contradict
You have a sweet tooth, I don't like sweets
You are white, I am black
Not literally, but just in life view
Sometimes you're ***** white and I'm clear black
It varies from half empty to half full
You are an extravert
While I am an introvert
You like being surrounded by people
I'm fine being secluded in the darkest corner
You're frank and always true
I lie so no one will have a clue
But you always know what I hide
While I am oblivious if you're really fine
You are a cat-lover, I am a dog-lover
It rain cats and dogs when we're together
You sing the sweetest meow at my whimper
I happily wag my tail at your purr
We both like music though
But we listen to different genres
We never even shared on one earphone
So sometimes we just endure the silence
You are a sadist, I am a *********
You leave bite marks on my skin
Whenever you're overwhelmed
But I'm really fine with it
You like Vampire Diaries and Victoria's Secret
While I like TVXQ and anime
We'll never agree on a TV show
Now who's gonna hold the remote control?
You are a clean freak
I am not that very clean
You're probably next to Godliness
While I'm second to the last in that list
You are very hardworking, I am lazy
While you are being busy
I'm being a potato on the couch
"Sweep the floor.", you said as the broom flew on my face, "Ouch!"
I like food trips
But you are on a diet
You like to eat healthy
I like to eat anything but veggies
True, we don't have anything in common
Except for the dislike of the black part of the fish's meat
But we are familiar of our demons
And the how-tos for its defeat
Yes, we must be polar opposites
And yes, we're like magnets
Positive plus negative
To each other, we are attracted
I am salt, you are pepper
And we complement each other
We are each others' puzzle pieces
Completing each others' emptiness
We are yin and yang
We cannot live without either one
And most importantly, you and I
We rhyme
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
It’s so easy to feel so small
I’m on a bus, the last one that runs on a Wednesday night,
Sketching a tired face
Bags under the eyes, made of black ink
I’m eavesdropping on a conversation,
(Does it count as eavesdropping when
There are only two people speaking in an otherwise
Silent bus?)
My heart’s been having an existential crisis,
And my stomach and chest
Empty
Yet heavy
Someone’s hands are holding my insides
And squeezing them in a fist
It is exhausting
It is lonely
In my right ear is this beautiful song
Violin and cello and
A raw passion that reminds me
That it’s okay
To be human, and to be scared shitless
I’m still listening, partly
But not really
It’s late
I want to sleep
Busses are full of zombies-
Phone, earphone, unsmiling zombies
And despite the
Tired sketch on my lap
I’m one, too
The conversation slows
I smile
I turn and I recognize the face in front of me
I’m told that this person, vaguely familiar face, whose conversation
I’ve been eavesdropping on remembers one of my poems
About stars
And the line is on his wall
A line from a poem that I wrote
About stars
Is on someone’s wall
Even better than when Chad Oliver told me I was
Quite attractive junior year of high school,
And I remember writing that poem
And I feel a little less useless
I want to cry
My body hasn’t known what to do with itself lately
You see I exhausted myself in love
And now that it’s gone
I feel useless
My heart pulls towards mediocre sketches
First sips of coffee in the morning,
Listening to the violin
It doesn’t know what else to feel for
It’s been left in this dark room
Grasping for a table,
**** even a stepstool,
Heartbreak is exhausting
Because it’s not just the heart
And it doesn’t really break
It just has to re-learn how to feel
But I get off the bus
And the night is warm,
The moon is
Beautiful,
This white-hot luminescence
Burning through the silhouettes of trees,
So bright the sky is still blue 6 hours after sundown.
I open my palms up to her
I see the stars
I open my palms up to them
They guide me home
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Anna who was mad,
I have a knife in my armpit.
When I stand on tiptoe I tap out messages.
Am I some sort of infection?
Did I make you go insane?
Did I make the sounds go sour?
Did I tell you to climb out the window?
Forgive. Forgive.
Say not I did.
Say not.
Say.
Speak Mary-words into our pillow.
Take me the gangling twelve-year-old
into your sunken lap.
Whisper like a buttercup.
Eat me. Eat me up like cream pudding.
Take me in.
Take me.
Take.
Give me a report on the condition of my soul.
Give me a complete statement of my actions.
Hand me a jack-in-the-pulpit and let me listen in.
Put me in the stirrups and bring a tour group through.
Number my sins on the grocery list and let me buy.
Did I make you go insane?
Did I turn up your earphone and let a siren drive through?
Did I open the door for the mustached psychiatrist
who dragged you out like a gold cart?
Did I make you go insane?
From the grave write me, Anna!
You are nothing but ashes but nevertheless
pick up the Parker Pen I gave you.
Write me.
Write.
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Here I lay in my comfort composure
Listening to every rythm of my music
Removing my white earphone to listen
To listen to the beauty of nature raining
Picturing myself as a randrop falling; free
Picturing the placid movement of water
Moving as one, cold breeze and falling with heavy gravitational pull
Thinking back to when I'd lay in
_comfort_
Listening to every perfect beat of your heart
Concentrating on the whispers of your spirit
Being attentive to your chords as you release them
Piercing my mind, _quaking_
through my flesh
To simply un-wither that was even desintegrated
Your love circulating my veins
Simply
By speaking
Rippling accross my seams
Bolting through my body more
than any drug ever
Hanging me on your hook
Touring to the meadow in my
dreams
Conquering the battles in my
nightmares
Re-writing the words on my page
that is life
Then
After enough re-painting
Of my story
You started to un-write my book
Crossing the hearts
Tearing the written pages
Oh how I could only stand and
_stare_
Oh how all you did, difficultly
_Glare_
The whispers your soul gave
_withered_
Cleared and filléd my mind
_vacant_
Was I abandoned by your heart
So easily the welcoming door
Became an unbidden command
_requested_
This hour
Is when I play it back;
Remenisce about it
Laying alone, in discomfort
Listening to no beats
Not even one of my own
Then I close my eyes violently
Shoving back the emotion
To silently replay those words
I love you
Always
Crashing down
Bolting tar through my body
Poisoning my mind
Rippling through my veins
That same poison
Is what I use
To **** inside me
What demons creep
See the story has a twist
What I feared most
What demons I feared even more
Is exactly what I became
The poison inside me
Crisply ogling at me
Inside the cage
Compresséd
Inside what
We call a
Mirror
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
When I walk to work I keep my earphones in
Music doesn’t even have to play
Maybe that way I can ignore the whistles
Just 4 more blocks and I’ll be there
Okay things are looking good
Those group of men aren’t outside today
I can relax now
Just 3 more blocks and I’ll be there
Wait no that car is slowing down
Please don’t say anything to me
“Hey baby”
Just pretend you don’t hear it
Don’t look his way
He will just keep on driving
Just 2 more blocks and I’ll be there
Okay now there’s another group of men
I see children outside that home all the time
They wouldn’t dare catcall me when they have daughters of their own
Just incase put in the other earphone so they think you can’t hear them
They keep staring
Oh no they’re going to say something
That dreadful whistling begins
“Hey girl”
“Aye”
“Gorgeous”
It goes on until I pass and have shown no sign of response
Just 1 more blocks and I’ll be there
Okay now the earphones go out
I have to put my phone away before I get into work so I can be prepared to answer phones
Just don’t make eye contact with any men
“Hi beautiful”
“How you doin today”
“What you shy”
Yup now I’m done
“Nah I’m actually 15 and my day was going great”
He’s not walking away
Please leave me alone
Don’t worry just 3 more doors
“I love your hair”
Oh are you sure it wasn’t my ***
But I don’t dare say that
Don’t worry just 2 more doors
“You got a phone”
“Can I get your number”
Was the age not enough, is this man stupid
Maybe I’ll just say I’m gay and he’ll leave me alone
Don’t worry just 1 more door
“Okay I see”
“See you again”
No thank you
Please don’t try to speak to me again
I can’t wait till I can just drive to work
I’ve made it inside
In here there are other people around
I will smile to keep from being rude
While declining any source of unwanted attention
Can they not see I’m a child
I tell them I’m only 15 years old
Sometimes that doesn’t matter
Now I just want to go home
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 8:07 AM UTC
Today I spotted
a disfigured man
by the lake.
His right hand
in a soiled
bandage loosely tied.
Left eye missing -
I dared not
uproot his repose.
I feared for
him so frail,
Beside black water.
Today I spotted
a disfigured man
aboard a train.
Earphone hung from
melted plastic ear,
does he listen?
He smells foul
and looks unblinking -
a commuting ghoul.
What station can
such a man
find his home?
Today I spotted
a disfigured man
at dinner alone.
His teeth rotten
with gums bleeding -
drinking soup slowly.
Waxy red blood
staining cheap napkins
He doesn't care.
An omnipresent reminder
that no man
survived a week.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
dread he came upon them. the slow father; his shadow, ill. he came upon them, those girls, punching his daughter in the stomach. had a couple years on his daughter, and weight. it was not dark. school had been out an hour. he had taken a walk. had to drop his cigarette. had to pick it up. fixed on a point beyond him; his daughter’s eyes. ***** of paper not anymore burning. first girl had one earphone in, and one come loose; a string undressed of puppet. the song that was playing, he listened. he had the time to listen. mostly his daughter read books but she would sing and he would know she was alone. he counted. there were three. it took a long a time. he paused on ‘two’, good in his mouth. the earphone girl was holding his daughter from behind. his rock cleared her braces and she choked. the two, they kept at the belly. props of delay. he ****** once and pulled the light from his lips. ashed it under the right eyeglass of the skinny one. her body made off with her soul now less a window. fat girl chewed her gum and made like she could run. he dug the house key from his pocket and placed it like a second knuckle. heard the bones of small animals, crunch of hairspray, ‘fore the key notched the back of her neck. his right hand went numb as if he’d cupped the ***** of god. fat girl good part of her landed on his daughter. he pitched her with his foot but she didn’t go easily. when a bit of day could be seen from his sentence, he received a longhand letter from his daughter and among the common she also shared how the fatty eviscerated her by email.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Let me drown with codes
Like it's the only language I know
Colorful paragraphs
Tab within a tab
Let me drown with installation windows
Full of "Next" buttons
To click
And wait
Let me drown with email, online and phone supports
Along with "How can one person be so stupid?" questions
And curses to bossy clients
With evil wishes of their servers' deaths
Let me drown with corny jokes
Thrown to friends to make them laugh more
Pretending that there's nothing wrong
'Cause I'm the joker - I'm the clown
Let me drown with songs
From a noise-cancelling earphone
Full of memories
Of where I want to be
Let me drown with poem ideas
Unwritten words so vast
Crowded in the back of my head
Shouting when everything around me is silent
Let me drown with other things
So that I do not drown
With my own tears
Because, now, you're gone
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
My love, my joy, my sweetest dream,
You shine like stars in midnight’s gleam.
Though you don’t know, you’re always there,
A quiet wish, a breath of air.
I see you laugh, so light, so free,
In coffee shops, in memory.
Your smile outshines the morning sky,
A fleeting glance, yet standing by.
We walk as dawn paints gold and blue,
One song for us, one earphone too.
The melody binds, so soft, so true,
A world of dreams where I’m with you.
In silent snow and fields so wide,
Through bright seasons, you walk beside.
You bloom in places time has been,
A whisper felt, yet never seen.
You’re close yet far, my heart’s delight,
A touch of warmth, a guiding light.
In dreams, in thoughts, you softly stay,
A love that time won’t wash away.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
I've been thinking...
wondering...
hoping...
But there is no hope left.
Once, I knew hope,
Like the friend who holds you up
But always falls asleep in the middle of your longest nights.
Those nights with no light at the end of the tunnel.
Yet, there is hope; this is the paradox.
There is hope, but what I need now is not.
Because,
As life works, the right things make themselves known at the wrong times,
And the wrong, destructive things make their way into the most beautiful times.
And now, I should be devoting my time to something worthwhile.
But, I sit, cross-legged on the floor,
My right earphone in my left ear because I need it that way.
I used to hear with both ears, as you do.
Not anymore.
I'm thinking about you.
Wondering and hoping things about you.
I tried to lay down everything for you,
But you didn't know it.
You don't know the sting this leaves in my heart when we talk long into the nights.
Nobody knows the ache I feel when they're all beaming.
I beam too, so that they don't know.
I need it this way.
Maybe I react too easily.
Maybe my heart is too tender.
Maybe, I say, but I know nothing.
Nothing but that this too shall pass.
Above all, there is still
Hope.
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
Guest Speaker
Pay attention to the guest speaker
Instead of your earphone speaker,
Because the guest speaker
May be gone tomorrow.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
Earphone Blasting
Trying to chase away the tears
trying not to pass out
Close my eyes
let my feet travel
this familiar road home
Breathe in
Suddenly get a whiff
of pine needle trees
reminds me of christmas
Breathe in
another Whiff
stronger the scent
smile spreads
I imagine this is what
the North Pole smells like
clean and fresh, full of life
I feel my muscles
unwinds, letting go
unfurling from their tense stance
Breathe in
one more time
open my eyes
Ok I can do this
and I carry on
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
My hands will constantly feel empty
now that they aren't holding yours.
But at least now I can write comfortably.
Listening to music is much better
when I'm not sharing
the other earphone with you.
Sleeping earlier is a better alternative
than talking to you until
the wee hours of the morning.
It's nice to not worry about
looking over or under dressed
because now I'm only dressing for myself.
And lately I have come to realize
I don't need you
at all.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Thank you for the best 2 weeks of my life
A time I will never forget
We met there, became best friends
From then on we we were set
Things I miss on those long bus rides
For hours we could talk
One earphone each, jamming a tune
Or sleep after a long days walk
The same type of person, in seperate halves
Was definitely what we were
The jokes, the laughing, the singing, the fun
To be back there, my heart yearns
We speak on the phone for hours on end
I look forward to our weekly call
The way we talk to eachother there
It's as if nothing's changed at all
Just a little longer till we reunite
"We'll meet again soon" we say
I can't wait until that moment comes
Because I miss you every day
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:24 AM UTC
*"I once tried to fit my head and whole body in a Pringles can, just so
someday when I die, it would be easier for them to bury me."*
It was something Sonja would say.
Though I begin to forget who she is, how she likes to think, what she
likes to say and do. I am erasing her, though all we ever were is a
dancer's footprints on the beach.
We have never had a proper dance lesson. I wonder what kind of lie it
was when I thought of buying a pair of nice, soft pink ballet shoes. But
honesty runs in my blood and that's why each month I bleed for seven
days.
I am gluing the butterflies to the wall. They would glow in the dark and
do with us what the Blue Fairy do with Pinocchio.
None of us has ever lied until we found the ruby. I feel that her nose is
becoming longer, longer than ever.
It feels ethereal, like we are one but separated. Light as an angel's step. I
cannot stop thinking about the dance.
Going to the beach, while the road is still moonlit.
Tonight the sky is clear. I can hear the crickets chirp. I am forgetting
how her voice sounds, how her hair falls, how her eyes open and close. I
think it's because I might have defenestrated her.
That is how the curtain insists to stay in red.
"I want to marry my earphone."
I wonder if it is also something Sonja would say. I only remember her
as a yellow thing, small as sprout and dead as bark. She tried a lot to
kiss some metal and cold liquids, but her lips were too unreal and her
nails would not ever grow long.
I think she fell and broke a whole skull.
It is always our dream to be the sand.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
I met you at the chance,
A coincidence,
But I never believed in those.
I learned to believe in fate.
The connection between us instantly clicked,
Like a cord to a power plug,
Like a button on a blouse,
Like rain to the ground.
We talked and talked and talked and tal---
till the teacher told me to stop.
One day in my favorite class--Art,
I was listening to my music and drawing trying to ignore the feelings I was beginning to feel,
Forgetting you existed---forgetting you changed my world.
But your voice drowned my music with a simple question,
"What are you listening to?"
Figuring out a reply,
"Just some random song, its really old, like 2003---"
Stopping myself before I start blathering,
"Come'on, what song is it?" you say, with a big smile on your face.
What if he makes fun of my music? What if he hates me after I show him?
But without having to choose, I hear your voice again interrupting my thoughts
My iPod in your hand and a simple reply,
"I love this song"
I take out my left earphone and pass it too you silently,
and we sit like this, both of us dazed in the thought of---
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
August is the stage
With the backdrop set
Venerable speaker's
Sound musician's can't forget
Eminent bands
Blue's, rock, metal, slapping hand's
Funk, the ****
Cup's of bud light, and heavier stuff
No earphone's
These jam's homemade fresh
No cheap microphone
The horde and the wife
Only need the best.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
So,
Here's to the lost soul
The one who wants to go right but goes left
For no apparent reason
The one who dreams high and stumbles upon the depth
The one who is as tangled as the knotted
Earphone
The one who wants to go out and
Stay at home, the same time
The one who wonders why they didn't chose the former or the later and vice versa
Upon choosing the former and the later
And regrets anyway
Here's to the one who have no idea what they are doing with life
The one who wants to do better
But does the same thing everyday
The one who feels
Entire world is running infront of their eyes
And they are bounded just like trees from their roots
Here's to the one who don't know who they are
Or
why they are
Or
What they are
Here's to the lost soul
Who often don't see the charisma of their own reflection
Because
They are so lost
In their own thought
In their own world
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
have you noticed that there's a r i g h t way to do things?
and that if you had done it any other way it would have been wrong?
have you noticed that certain things only match with certain things,
they fit just r i g h t?
and that's just how it is?
have you noticed there's a left and right on earphones,
and that the one designated for your left, doesn't fit good in the r i g h t?
have you also noticed that only your left hand fits the earphone in your left ear properly?
why is it that your left shoes only fits your left?
and your right shoes only fits your r i g h t?
why is it that your underwear can't be worn both front way and back way?
just as how your shirt can't be worn front way and back way?
why is it that the river flows to the sea,
and not the sea to the river?
don't you think i was made for you?
and you for me?
you see,
just as how the left glove fits perfect on the left hand and the right glove fits perfect on the r i g h t hand,
you were the r i g h t and perfect one for me and I for you.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
the day i first saw her,
she sat in the corner
curled up,
with one earphone in one ear.
She looked at me
for a brief second,
then looked away,
for some odd reason.
I looked at her,
saw her beauty.
I hadn't known
what our future would hold.
How could i known
What joy she'd bring me.
And what
love she would hold for me.
How could I have known
at that very second,
how much her life,
would mend with mine.
I remember that day,
like it was yesterday.
I wish I could have known
just who that girl would be.
I marveled at her
when i finally met her.
Her personality clearly beat mine.
I love the way
she looks at me now.
I love the way she smiles at me.
so clearly I can see,
her love for me.
So lovely is she.
Shemeans the wordl to me
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
ive got a bad case of earphone head
added to the laundry list of reasons to commit suicide
im not the outline i was born to be
josh says he's talking to voicemails
n i guess we all kinda are
my legs are melting, dripping from telephone babies
i don't want yr hours i want socks without holes in the toes
i keep forgetting to bring the tea that reminds me of her soft skin
i think she is an angel
either way ill end up like the bride ghost
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC