Broken Phone.
Different? Sure. The phones ok..usable...screen not...I replace them on my own anyways ..wtf! since that's exactly what this poems about heh..
I broke my phone tonight.
It was of no use anyway.
At Least that’s what I thought
Instead my need increased.
Well I shattered the screen at least.
I was looking for something particular.
I can say I could not share.but I knew exactly what.
I just know you did not care
That is not what’s not fair
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Yet I’ve no right in the least
I’m not sure what you’ve done to draw my attention.
But my eyes are at the head of the class...
This my friend is no mask.
This is no meaningless, thoughtless task.
You stole my attention and I gave it away.
What do you want me to say?
Do you take me to a distant past?
Or is it simply distractive nonesense asked?
Just a broken arm to put a cast?
Tell me to look away?
I’ll go to the office of the dean.
Why am I always thought obscene?
I only know how to be me.
Please. Tell me this or that I may.
Keep my stare to stray or stay.
As I can’t stop looking at you
Even though technically your without a Face.
Or a touch
That could be too much.
But not for me.
You haunt me still
You haunt me still
He tells me end this looking in
Says he’s had his fill.
And I’ve been taking that advice.
And it took me for a fool.
As is that not what care is for?
To know what’s behind every door?
But fate knows exactly what she’s doing
She always has and always will.
Like a teacher and someone who peels
Back the mystery you know you feel.
Even when you do not want too see.
It taught me without speaking, or teaching or even looking at me.
I want to seek shelter from love.
Yet ..I’m literally seeking your love
And understanding.
Oh what do we do here?
I love you make me feel unwanted
But Im sorry I do indeed
feel your heart through the screen.
I don’t know how
I just can..call it intuition?
Superstition? An obvious decision..
Nonesense? But there I stand.
Maybe I’m too foolish to really understand.
As on such foolish love I’ve never been too keen.
It’s just its been seen.
I’ve seen it start a seed
Grow and break free.
And I was told they needed escape years ago.
And now it hurts to just now know.
But this mystery I still know
Has meaning for me.
This is real.
And your the last I need.
Again.
Tis not fighting sin. It’s just again.
3 again then 6.
I will defend.
A broken heart feels at home
inside a hopeless romantic.
Yet, I’m not one for shallow antics
And Helpless I am to this
A sign would be helpful you see?
I’d be here forever with you... for you...
Or not at all except to talk.
I’d break every bone and set it afire for you.
And what a fire that would be?
Set the world aflame?
Bones of mine burn they’d forever.
My Blood the oil..
My veins to boil.
And it would but grow
If you want to know?
set me free?
Cliche? be cliche...
But be brave and let me see?
I broke my screen.
What made unwrapping and unknotting so utterly impossible
Or is it simply I’m probable
I already know I’m unstoppable
When asked to disagree
With no proof or signal to set me free
Who am I kidding when I say I’m not intolerable?
I’m simply being me.
Repetitive words to a repetitive dream.
Nothing ever as it seems
When words are riddles
And things stay hidden.
Broken screen
I still put my fingers down to sign.
so I can see you just fine.
Through the lines.
Under water and under me.
Under me.
Hide. Under me.
Skin to skin
I’d protect thee
Eyes to eyes.
My Hair between your lips.
Taking me in small sips.
What does that mean?
Oh how caught am I?
Or how caught are we?
Or do you simply ignore me?
Go ahead I am me.
Make this decision
Because I cannot you see.
Tell me.
I cannot run ...I cannot flee
I’m weak.
I cannot see.
Any easy way to make what’s meant to be.
Or too hard to ever agree.
I broke my screen.
Help me set us free.
But no you’ll continue to act aloof
Excuse me if I threw that from the roof
Long ago.
Do not tell me lies or you haven’t felt
nor seen.
I cannot buy a new screen..
Not for now.
Capture this now
Put hands to me
Then tell me if you disagree.
As I refuse to buy it yet at least.
Just speak your heart and then oh to feel pliant and free.
Awake and with a cracking seed
Looking to entwine thee
Stop looking to the sea for something you lost and kept you chained beneath.
I broke my screen.
But these words and pictures can still be seen.
O, and I refuse to play this game forever
My phone is broken don’t you remember
Now or never
Veins that pop, bones snap
Skin to skin.
What chains I’ve severed.
What chains I’ve severed.
Can I let go forever?.
—C.R.S
12-12-22
More off the cuff drivel...It means something to me but it's nothing different ... but it is what it is...true but unheard and not thought out..of raw emotion from a source anew...something different..yet the very same...I used what I call hard words in this...like phone...but it's more a song not a poem so eh I don't mind
