Radio Static

Radio Static

A Poem by Anna

The static is overwhelming.
I want the noise of the radio
to quiet all my pesky
between-station thoughts.
I hate the late night lights
outside in the winter rain
and waiting for me to see.
The sunlight is so lonely
so cold, so distant that star
that never burns my skin.
Can I just go home to my bed
to sleep all the hours I lost?
I want the warmth of these
colorless walls and paper blankets
and those firelight memories.
They don't hurt or sting or
tell me things I know for certain
and they're always the same.
I want the noise of the radio
to settle all my fighting
between-conscience feelings.
The static is overwhelming
but at least it's always the same.

© 2018 Anna


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I really really love the way you use different terms like the static radio and when first reading that line it makes me annoyed but in a good way that I can relate to and it made me think about the noise of a static radio and over all is something that I enjoyed though out the piece, nice job

Posted 6 Years Ago


The first item of yours I had read as I had picked it at random. It had spoke volumes to me as I have those static moments in my own mind from time to time.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Different than your other stuff - at least what of it that I've recently read. More modern. Something like giving in.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I dig this poem, it has so much in it. Brilliant.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Seems so many NEED the "white noise" in their lives to mask out so much that IS their lives.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on February 2, 2018
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Tags: radio, winter, static, snow, soft, blue, violet, night, evening, twilight, summer, fire, fireplace, flames

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Anna
Anna

Raos Crest, Nowhere



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