Dying Phone

January 18, 2012
Though I write words that will probably be never read
Best words are never spoken
So I write them on my phone
Transmitted from my heart
To the keys
Is a story
I tell you I love you do you believe me
I look in the mirror
Would I believe me
Am I taken seriously
Do people actually take what I say
And use what exits my mouth
I float
I sit on a lifeboat
A boat swimming on a river of tears
The waves of the past
Moving on
I sail on the islands
Pieces of lands
Surrounded by water 360degrees
The tears of another
Can a man drown in his own tears
Surrounded in a room of four walls
I have tried
But in fear
I opened the one window
A test
I fail
Like all the others
I've been called a failure
A loser
I am a has been
All my wins
Victories are in the trash
Waste bin
I no longer care
The thoughts of others
Every one thinks
I do not contain the power to tell them not too
And that is in fact true
As my battery dies
I can not write my feelings
My heart
As the heart beat begins to drop
The words begin to stop
And I am no more

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WrittenEmotions said...
Feb. 4, 2012 at 7:57 am
Wow this is such an interesting way to look at what you're conveying... Its strangely gorgeous in it's own way.. Love it so much!(: you have a great talent!
AngelsKiss This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 8:10 am
this poem is interesting, how it connects a material thing to an emotions, that of conflicted ones it seems, it has captured my attention. Please read and comment on some of my recent poems:)
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