#Phone-A-Poem

[inkprilled]

An incoming phone call you say

And I freeze like a deer in headlights

Have I been hit, I feel blooding rushing past my ear drums

My heart is beating quick

then quicker, a fast rapid flicker

it's trying to run away, but my body won't move

Instead my body stands shock still and I watch locked in, but so far removed

I'm dizzy spinning around and round in my amygdala, a ringing is pulsing against the outside walls of it

trying to get inside

I cannot hide

Then the ringing just stops

it's stops

Incoming call is dropped and rational thinking has lost.

[orpheuslament]

Little International Waltz, after Federico García Lorca, Dante Émile

[firefly464]

Because you are love

Version without text under the cut!

[acklum]

the topography of ice and bark

when all that was familiar returns to frightening strange contours flow over roots and shadows

yesterday's paw prints in soft mud now set in stone

hide away all mammals with damp noses rivers run through their veins and frost flowers in wet places

warm comforts are links in the chain tethering a soul to a low place

a bed, a blanket, a plate of food the white rectangles of radiator and refrigerator hum in opposition

leaves and air remain preserved under brittle glass

~acklum

photo credit - phone photography by Acklum, January 2025

[athousandbyeol]

hello. happy birthday. i saw you were talking about it. i got it for you. don't use it to do anything strange. the company recalled the phone because they found some defects. it doesn't worth it if it blows up while you're using it. i wish you all the happiness in life. don't be stressed out. make sure to get some rest. i know that you must have many important things in your life. it's okay that we can't see each other. i'll miss you. you can call me anytime, tum. i love you. bye.

[noxnightingales]

[eyesfuil0fstars]

The intimacy of a phone call

Your voice is in my good ear, the steady rhythm of your breath keeping me company as I fall into bed,late at night.

You sound so much better than music.

I love hearing you talk-

about everything, about anything,

and sometimes I wake up,

my phone dead and unresponsive, 

not remembering closing my eyes and going to sleep.

Those nights,when late hours blend and mix with early orange sunrays,

Those nights when your voice slowly turns into a morning bird’s chirping,

those nights are my favourites. 

You say the psychic you visited in your latest trip saw my initial in your cup of coffee. That she said I don’t need to worry. 

What an easy thing to say to someone who lives a sea and some light years away from you. We are all wise in retrospect. 

We are all wise a phone call away.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

"Scott and Maggie's Lament."

I apologize before hand for creating such a angsty thing based on Mobox87's Bart's trauma and his parents greif after Vincent took his life. These character help me cope!

[marvelmaniac715]

I wrote a crack poem slightly based on Poe’s ‘The Raven’ (mostly just the rhyme scheme of the opening two lines, I’ve never read it) about the paranoia that BBC Sherlock’s phone charger deduction has caused for so many people over the years:

Once upon an evening dreary

I reached for my mobile, weak and weary

I noticed the battery was all but spent

So I reached for the charger right next to my bed

Alas! I fumbled, as a clumsy fool

It was dark, my eyes blurred, I looked a right tool

I tried in vain twice, thrice, god willing

Then at last I heard a voice, detached and chilling

“Clearly alcoholic” quoth the BBC detective

In return I did blink, with newfound perspective

For a fictional phantom did haunt me that night

But I refused to seem all a-fright

In response I did utter “I am but a minor

I do not consume alcohol, but juice - it’s finer”

The spectre mocked “A liar, too, shall I go on?”

“You shall not” I shook with terror, wanting Benedict gone

“Just leave me alone” I tried, but forsooth!

The ghost cried “No! I’ve more to deduce!”

Alas for that spectre, I’d had quite enough

And I swore at him then, in a rather foul huff

“Kindly fuck off, you CGI Grinch

For your finale kind of did stink

And on behalf of the fan base, whose trauma endures

I say we won’t face your phone based abuse anymore”

He nodded and smiled, as if proud of my words

And then, he said something rather absurd

“Good, you have learnt all that I tried to teach

To form judgment of your own, with power when you speak

Many people, with phone plugs, do tremor and shake

Honestly, that first deduction was rather a mistake

I am sorry for all the paranoia I’ve caused

Though I chuckle at all the chaos it spawned”

Unsatisfied, I asked him my final query

“Am I still an alcoholic, according to your theory?”

Sherlock shook his head and laughed anew, then said with delight

“No, madam, but I have to say you’re not quite right”

“But why?” I said, with more confusion dawning

“Because you’re conversing with an imagined fictional ghost, at two in the morning”

[pieceofpoems]

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (the fool versus the world)

[trickstersaint]

a voice in your head says maybe you should pray the rosary // january 20 2024

[starscelly]

something very beautiful abt seeing hockeyblr invading posts clearly meant to be Seriously and Sincerely Devoted To Jesus, or whatever

[noxnightingales]

[asurrogateblog]

there was an address listed in one of jim morrison’s poetry fragments and so I looked it up and the location is their old recording studio which I discovered is now a bar that can only be entered through a secret hidden door. I am so deeply delighted by this

[lighthouseshepard]

- untitled, 2.2.25