Telephone Wire

Trying out something new. :)

 

Pass me the phone

And I'll whisper things

You'll never unhear.

 

Its unorthodox, really.

How we humans operate.

You can see it too, can't you?

Passed through the city lines, like wildfire.

 

We deserve this Hell, dont you agree?

No peace amoung the sheep, please.

I love my God, but when my God is busy

Where am I to go?

 

What am I to say

To a crowd of empty, blank faces?

Where am I to curl up against

Cold brink to comtemplate everything I hear?

 

Where am I rest my sinful head?

Where am I to eat the broken bread?

Where am I to parch dried lips

Who are foreign to water?

 

We sleep in numbers, yknow.

We dream in Facebook statuses.

I do it, I know you do too.

I've seen you, standing over your shoulder.

 

My eyes are fixated often on what I see.

I know who you are.

I see the dreams you dream.

I hear the words clawing against your throat.

 

Speak to me, so I can find sanctuary.

Your eyes lit up like the wind.

Your heart slamming against New York rain.

I love you, but I don't know how to say it.

 

So twirl your fingers along the telephone cord.

Await my call.

And when the phon rings,

You can bet it's numbers on the other line.

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[piggy]

Awesome and cool.

[emma]

awesome flow. i really enjoyed it.

[NewYorkNights]

This is just completely and utterly amazing! I could only dream of writing something this artistic and beautiful and deep.

[Nishant Gupta]

ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" this is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

[Sam]

This is....Amazing. I love it :)