Ok, I’ll talk to you later


Photo by Megan Brauckmann

Hang up
The other person’s no longer there
Another unfinished phone call
I find I’m talking to the air
—-How I hate them so
—–For not knowing what I know
——I wish I could just say what I’m thinking
——-With no gasps for breath, no tear-hiding blinking
——–And not care what other people think
———Why do others control me more than I control myself?
———-So much tension is building
———–Things are being pushed off the shelf —
————Explosions are inevitable
————-They will be unforgettable
————–My passive self will die
—————It was mostly a lie
—————-And be replaced by someone so different
—————–Someone so incredibly new
——————That people will suspect body snatchers
——————-If only that were true
——————–The truth will come out
———————It from the rooftops they will shout
———————-And someone will be hurt in the process
———————–Will suffer serious losses
Too                                          bad                  for                    them

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10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jingle
    Aug 01, 2011 @ 12:35:37

    wow, the shape of your poem looks like a cell phone,

    creative entry.

    sorry for the losses.

    Reply

  2. luna15
    Aug 01, 2011 @ 22:14:21

    This is so Great. that feeling of letting lose and saying fudge it. very empowering!

    http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com/2011/07/30/she/

    Reply

  3. charlesmashburn
    Aug 02, 2011 @ 10:38:00

    I felt like cheering toward the end. A very edging and powerful piece of writing. Nice!

    Reply

    • wordcoaster
      Aug 02, 2011 @ 11:52:27

      HOORAY! I feel like cheering your comment. This poem’s such a blend of emotions I never know how to feel after I read it. Cheering would be a good reaction 🙂

      Reply

  4. Jeanie McBain
    Aug 02, 2011 @ 15:59:44

    Wonderful well written poem, loved it and was drawn in with the words

    Reply

    • wordcoaster
      Aug 02, 2011 @ 17:09:10

      Thank you kindly! I try to make my words an open door, an invitation, though many times they end up stringing together like an unwelcoming spiderweb, sticky and sad.

      Reply

  5. Jacqui Binford-Bell
    Aug 03, 2011 @ 08:04:52

    Your format adds so to the message of the poem. I found myself steadily drawn in to the end.

    I have been to this place and you put it so well.

    Reply

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