Burn Phone Zine #1

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720-507-4088 I TOLD HIM 720-507-4088 "I MISS YOU" 720-507-4088 BUT MY GOD 720-507-4088 I SHOULD'VE 720-507-4088 SAVED MY 720-507-4088 BREATH 720-507-4088 720-507-4088


BURN PHONE ZINE VOLUME 1 ISSUE 1 FALL 2015 BURN PHONE IS A ZINE FILLED WITH CONTENT SUBMITTED BY TEXT. SEND US YOUR WORK AND IT COULD BE IN THE NEXT ISSUE. TUMBLR: theburnphone BURN PHONE STAFF: EMILIE LUCKETT UFOKIDDDO.TUMBLR.COM @YUNGEMILIE CURTIS TUCKER CCCCCURTIS.COM @CCCCCURTIS CONTRIBUTORS: 9935, 3294, 2364, 1138, 2604, 6890, 2246, 7978, 0805, 5081, 9124, 6250, 9670, 7482, @kaylabashe, Petrose Tesfai, AL, Lasafro PUBLISHED BY FAR OUT ZINES DENVER, COLORADO USA 2015 All RIGHTS RESERVED


Photo Sep 03, 4 04 56 PM

Drizzle

I've always been scared to explore myself and express myself. I'm not going to be afraid anymore.

Bass

You told me not to spill my feelings Your eyes flutter As I set my keys down And my heart beats on the table, intime with the Dripping wet from the music while I thought, rain Everything is right

Smile I like to see you smile, even when you don't want me to You never see me smile I try hard not to


HOW DO YOU STILL NOT FUCKING GET IT?


A brief wind in my hair Reminded me of a scratch, A kiss. Long lost artifacts As though my lovers breath Had warmed after time away Saying, this time, stay.



there will be times where I am snappy but really I just want to be happy safe back home I am calm but elsewhere my nerves tick like a bomb leave my room I'm in a panic the worry controlls me it's utterly manic the worst part of my day is waking for I will always end up shaking the anxiety builds up ina mass hurry up, I need to make it to class

I am so tired but I am so afraid to sleep because what goes up must come down and so I will wake and that is what terrifies me.


I’m so sorry hi, it’s me again, I just got back from school. It was alright day, not the same since you’re not there everyone misses you, even the boys in your maths class that you hated. Even some of the teachers do. The old man down your street asked where you’ve been. i just waved and smiled. I hate when people sit in your seat in english, it’s not their seat it’s yours. English is so quite now, we’re learning poetry, your favourite. Teacher’s keep asking if I’m okay, I nod and say ‘I’m getting there’, I will never be okay. I miss your advice you would give, you were so wise for your age I wish I was the one who found you. I’m sorry i wasn’t there for you, I’m sorry that you didn’t trust me to talk about this I’m sorry didn’t see through those smiles I’m sorry you didn’t think you were worth it She called me strong, she said that I was setting the bar high. I would I probably smiled back at her if I understood what she said through the drugged haze. I don't want to do this alone and he doesn't want to do it at all, but I guess he wins. He is a dead woman's husband after all, I'm just the daughter.

I’m sorry… you didn’t feel loved. I don’t know why I’m leaving you this message, I’m just sorry, sorry sorry….


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