terri-faloney - Hello Poetry

I look up at you. Tall, Rugged, Serene in your towering bliss. You never look back. You always look forward, With nothing but the sun, The moon, The stars, And sky to look down upon you. The wind cannot blow you down. The rain can only bounce off of your sides. When I touch you, You’re cold. But I have seen you from the inside. The warmth, The colours, Abundant in knowledge and powerful in your creative displays. I know you. But you will never know me.

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:29 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Skyscraper

I look up at you. Tall, Rugged, Serene in your towering bliss. You never look back. You always look forward, With nothing but the sun, The moon, The stars, And sky to look down upon you. The wind cannot blow you down. The rain can only bounce off of your sides. When I touch you, You’re cold. But I have seen you from the inside. The warmth, The colours, Abundant in knowledge and powerful in your creative displays. I know you. But you will never know me.

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They’re back The Demons followed me here I can feel their chilling breath on my neck As if each goosebump were about to explode With raging acid that could leak into my bones Insomnia Effortless attempts to sleep while I’m being watched Light seems to be the only protection They hate light. It makes them shiver The warmth hinders their movements Scattered thoughts leave me with no hope My fingers shake at the idea My fingers never shake. I remember a time when demons didn’t exist A time where sleep was accepted Where thoughts were ignorant They could be grinning in the corner I wouldn’t have noticed These songs keep me sane The beating of the drums keeps my heart at pace It hollows my mind from thoughts Fills it with words of another This cest pool is a dangerous game Its focus, to annihilate all whom cross its path Subliminal messages draw in its followers Competing to claim the prize Death .

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:28 AM UTC

terri-faloney

The Return

They’re back The Demons followed me here I can feel their chilling breath on my neck As if each goosebump were about to explode With raging acid that could leak into my bones Insomnia Effortless attempts to sleep while I’m being watched Light seems to be the only protection They hate light. It makes them shiver The warmth hinders their movements Scattered thoughts leave me with no hope My fingers shake at the idea My fingers never shake. I remember a time when demons didn’t exist A time where sleep was accepted Where thoughts were ignorant They could be grinning in the corner I wouldn’t have noticed These songs keep me sane The beating of the drums keeps my heart at pace It hollows my mind from thoughts Fills it with words of another This cest pool is a dangerous game Its focus, to annihilate all whom cross its path Subliminal messages draw in its followers Competing to claim the prize Death .

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I need to learn to Stand up Never back down Even at the sound Of a bomb hitting the ground Creating a Bang All around Flashing lights Chilling sights Long faces breaking Falling apart Electric sparks Creating dark Engulfing children Demolishing schools Screeching breaks Of car pools The green sky hails A terrible storm Out of the norm Radiation scars The lives it mars Covering stars Like a silhouette Of a giant jet It grumbles Mumbles Roars And soars Bellowing smoke Like brewing a **** The coughing stops Bodies flop To the ground No sound And just to think I could have linked This all to me If I just stood up For once in my days Then I could have earned An enormous price Within this haze The price of life For a million people And for myself Id feel like an equal

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:27 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Mushroom Clouds

I need to learn to Stand up Never back down Even at the sound Of a bomb hitting the ground Creating a Bang All around Flashing lights Chilling sights Long faces breaking Falling apart Electric sparks Creating dark Engulfing children Demolishing schools Screeching breaks Of car pools The green sky hails A terrible storm Out of the norm Radiation scars The lives it mars Covering stars Like a silhouette Of a giant jet It grumbles Mumbles Roars And soars Bellowing smoke Like brewing a **** The coughing stops Bodies flop To the ground No sound And just to think I could have linked This all to me If I just stood up For once in my days Then I could have earned An enormous price Within this haze The price of life For a million people And for myself Id feel like an equal

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Day turned to night Night to day The patience sways In a gathering haze Confusion strikes With every step With every blink Time changes My body quits My mind rages Shallow hints Dare me to squint Crunch up nose And clench my fists No one knows Of the subtle blows They take to my head When I lay in my bed I’m at peace alone In the dark In the cold I’m at peace when you sleep In the chilling solitude Of the dreams you choose To never know Those are the dreams I choose to forever show The ones that skip From place to place The ones that stare Into the contours of my face Into the pupils of my eyes That gaze and rise to the starry skies That glisten with black Shadowing the earth In its blanket of death And its arch shaped girth Tightening its grasp On the midnight mass Of sleeping souls In their darkened Dreamed holes

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:27 AM UTC

terri-faloney

The Gathering Haze

Day turned to night Night to day The patience sways In a gathering haze Confusion strikes With every step With every blink Time changes My body quits My mind rages Shallow hints Dare me to squint Crunch up nose And clench my fists No one knows Of the subtle blows They take to my head When I lay in my bed I’m at peace alone In the dark In the cold I’m at peace when you sleep In the chilling solitude Of the dreams you choose To never know Those are the dreams I choose to forever show The ones that skip From place to place The ones that stare Into the contours of my face Into the pupils of my eyes That gaze and rise to the starry skies That glisten with black Shadowing the earth In its blanket of death And its arch shaped girth Tightening its grasp On the midnight mass Of sleeping souls In their darkened Dreamed holes

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Laying in space, a smile on your face Plastered there, you would catch me stare I smile lightly, blushing in the cheeks You kept that smile and occasionally peeked What if I had a secret to tell, one that presumably would not end well A secret that could break that smile you so subtly sealed A secret that would push me away from you because I was revealed So sweetly I stare into your eyes So genuinely mesmerized Would you have a clue? That I’ve done it without you? With another man? You might … But it will be my secret, because you’re under my spell A spell so cautiously conducted that you might as well Just keep that smile there and remain unaware As a deaf man being approached by a grizzly bear He’ll never know unless he turns around But chains prevent him from seeing the sound

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:26 AM UTC

terri-faloney

My Secret #2

Laying in space, a smile on your face Plastered there, you would catch me stare I smile lightly, blushing in the cheeks You kept that smile and occasionally peeked What if I had a secret to tell, one that presumably would not end well A secret that could break that smile you so subtly sealed A secret that would push me away from you because I was revealed So sweetly I stare into your eyes So genuinely mesmerized Would you have a clue? That I’ve done it without you? With another man? You might … But it will be my secret, because you’re under my spell A spell so cautiously conducted that you might as well Just keep that smile there and remain unaware As a deaf man being approached by a grizzly bear He’ll never know unless he turns around But chains prevent him from seeing the sound

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Broken beasts lay withered and destroyed Nipping the air as a last resort. I stand above them in my perfect health Holding the trigger that made them yelp. My eyes sparkle at the bounty I killed Their eyes, dead, unable to forgive. Realization was a word unknown Until realization came in the form of a crow. Black all over Talons extend. To slice my eyes It was a master plan. Now blind, I can see Yes, it sounds weird to me. But that crow gave me pain, Truth, Wisdom. All of which I would never sacrifice For the gain and return of my lifelong eyesight.

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:25 AM UTC

terri-faloney

The Hunter

Broken beasts lay withered and destroyed Nipping the air as a last resort. I stand above them in my perfect health Holding the trigger that made them yelp. My eyes sparkle at the bounty I killed Their eyes, dead, unable to forgive. Realization was a word unknown Until realization came in the form of a crow. Black all over Talons extend. To slice my eyes It was a master plan. Now blind, I can see Yes, it sounds weird to me. But that crow gave me pain, Truth, Wisdom. All of which I would never sacrifice For the gain and return of my lifelong eyesight.

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I sit here now in a shadowed sanctuary Once, blissful and exploding with fruitful colors Now, a splattered inkblot blocking every path. My map is a simple one I travel from place to place with a clear head. Now blackened from mistakes, I aimlessly wander through tunnels Created by Dashing Demons. Like Alice, I fell Into the rabbit hole I’m Timmy stuck in the well No Lassie to save me I failed her No rope to climb I burned it No ladders No steps Just bare hands Broken and bleeding from the fall I scratch at the smooth dark walls Slipping and sliding from the condensation I start to sweat The salt burns my eyes I break I die Alone in the dark, my soul will stray Screaming for all of the help I threw away.

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Left Behind

I sit here now in a shadowed sanctuary Once, blissful and exploding with fruitful colors Now, a splattered inkblot blocking every path. My map is a simple one I travel from place to place with a clear head. Now blackened from mistakes, I aimlessly wander through tunnels Created by Dashing Demons. Like Alice, I fell Into the rabbit hole I’m Timmy stuck in the well No Lassie to save me I failed her No rope to climb I burned it No ladders No steps Just bare hands Broken and bleeding from the fall I scratch at the smooth dark walls Slipping and sliding from the condensation I start to sweat The salt burns my eyes I break I die Alone in the dark, my soul will stray Screaming for all of the help I threw away.

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The morning front grasping green hairs. The heat of the earths breath rising. My fingers run along the hardwood furniture Soft Sleek Indestructible. They follow a path; a road. “Angels were here”, I mumbled Their dust gave them away Pretending not to exist While gallivanting around Secretly alluring attention They sprinkled mountains. I saw them play in it last night Their perfect bodies twirling in a familiar dance His hands were firm and demanding but gentle on her face Hers, so delicately traced the contours of his body Goosebumps. I smiled at the memory Aroused. My bed; mismatched sheets A mere mattress on the floor Ashes lay, sprawled on the carpet “Angel dust”, I murmured “You never fail to amaze me” The shower turned off “Never”, I whispered

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:23 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Angel Dust

The morning front grasping green hairs. The heat of the earths breath rising. My fingers run along the hardwood furniture Soft Sleek Indestructible. They follow a path; a road. “Angels were here”, I mumbled Their dust gave them away Pretending not to exist While gallivanting around Secretly alluring attention They sprinkled mountains. I saw them play in it last night Their perfect bodies twirling in a familiar dance His hands were firm and demanding but gentle on her face Hers, so delicately traced the contours of his body Goosebumps. I smiled at the memory Aroused. My bed; mismatched sheets A mere mattress on the floor Ashes lay, sprawled on the carpet “Angel dust”, I murmured “You never fail to amaze me” The shower turned off “Never”, I whispered

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Your words fade to grey— When you take advantage of them they broil away. Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light. Now as dull as a beaten blade The room remains hollow Empty. No matter how small it gets— Hidden away. Those words you always said Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed. Haunting my dreams I can’t sleep— I can’t cry— I can’t eat— Unable to die, I crawl— Into that hollow room. I fill it with stolen red tears— To drown in them, Will be better than to hear I love you From your lying— Grey— Lips.

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:22 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Love isn't always Enough

Your words fade to grey— When you take advantage of them they broil away. Once a bright yellow, you filled the room with light. Now as dull as a beaten blade The room remains hollow Empty. No matter how small it gets— Hidden away. Those words you always said Creep beneath my feet and follow me into bed. Haunting my dreams I can’t sleep— I can’t cry— I can’t eat— Unable to die, I crawl— Into that hollow room. I fill it with stolen red tears— To drown in them, Will be better than to hear I love you From your lying— Grey— Lips.

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The Large Green Wall Consumed the world around it in the F l a k y White words S c a t t e r e d Along Its surface T R A P P E D

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Mar 5, 2011

Mar 5, 2011 at 10:21 AM UTC

terri-faloney

Classroom

The Large Green Wall Consumed the world around it in the F l a k y White words S c a t t e r e d Along Its surface T R A P P E D

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