Dark Poetry #5 |
The Phone |
rachel_anubis Junior Member
since 2011-03-24
Posts 43 |
The old phone's cable twists and turns, If it's just plastic, why does it burn? The overused buttons are gooey and clear, Yet that instill and incredible fear, The cracked up old handset whispers and creaks, Useless for damming the new sprung leaks, The pits of the speaker swallow and pound, Never telling what can be found, The bleep of the message whispers and fades, Pulling deeper into the blades, The old phone crouches like a mantis in white, Stretching it's power, freeing its might. [This message has been edited by rachel_anubis (09-30-2011 02:41 AM).] |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
This is a very interesting write. I enjoyed it very much. I wonder if there is a deeper message beneath the phone you are trying to get out. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
abstract yet direct wonderful |
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