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Ringing Phone
Contributed by
sprinter27
on
Tuesday, 7th June 2005 @ 08:10:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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At one am, he awakes to a ringing
He hears his phone signing
He stumbles out of bed
Curses as he hits his head
His room is barely lit
It is in darkness, bit
By the night
He stumbles for the light
His phone is still blaring
Now he is swearing
Who the hell is it?
Dont you know what time it is?
He kicks his dresser
Curses at the mirror
Which he knocked down
And is now on the ground
Cant find the light
Hes stuck in the night
Cant find the phone
He gives a groan
And reaches for the ringing
Hes tired of the damn signing
Now hes wondering
Who is it calling?
He finds the phone
And groans
He cant see a thing on it
He pushes buttons, hoping this
Is the Talk button and brings
It to his ear; finally the rings
Have ceased
He is pleased
That he stopping the ringing
And now he begins talking
Hello? Who is this?
Hello. Your friend, Sprints,
She is dead.
He puts a hand to his head
And begins to think
Who is Sprints?
Or hockeygal, as you know her by.
He sits on his bed and wants to cry
But how how did she die?
I guess she just didnt like life.
He who cursed and swore
Lost his breath and felt sore
He could have stopped this
He couldve prevented it
He tries to swear
But what he gets is a tear
Followed by another
Why didnt he bother
To be her friend anymore?
He begins to feel sore
Again and starts to cry
He began to wish this was a lie
Goodbye. He mumbles
And he fumbles
To put the phone back
He sits back and loses track
Of time, he doesnt hold back, now
His tears began to roll
And now theyre spilling
They are falling
Off his face, off his cheeks
He now begins to scream
He had her and he let go
Why he did, hell never know
She was his friend
And he let her life end
He starts to think
About Sprints
He wants to know why
She let herself die?
Then he picks up the note off the floor
That she gave him the day before
He never read what she had written
He reads it and curses himself again
Reads it one more time
And begins cursing and crying
Dear Friend, I love you dear
But lets face our fear
If you really are my friend
Youll drive me away from the end
If you dont, tomorrow
In the early marrow
I will kill myself, with the gun
I feel like you have shunned
Me from your life
Left me to this strife
Well, its your time
To prove me you arent lying
Tonight, give me a call
If you care at all
If you dont want to
Thats fine, Ill do
Ill I can to make sure
That you never hear
Me anymore
Ive given up this war.
He could have stopped this
Why didnt he just read it?
In the back of his head, he hears the phone ringing
That damn annoying signing
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Re: Ringing Phone
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by sick_n_twisted on
Tuesday, 7th June 2005 @ 08:27:10 PM AEST
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| wow....this is a long one.....its like a rhyming story....real good....and im so sry if it happened in real life.... |
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Re: Ringing Phone
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by spazz911 on
Tuesday, 7th June 2005 @ 08:30:05 PM AEST
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I think I know about who u r talking but wat confuses me is why this person means so much to u wen he obviously doesn't really care and u no that we do.....this is hurting me...well good write neways
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Re: Ringing Phone
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by Serendippitty on
Tuesday, 7th June 2005 @ 09:29:04 PM AEST
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wow this was an exceptional poem, i really liked the story in it. it was long but still good
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