#falls - Hello Poetry

and when the wall falls and all that's left between is the song of bated breath and the warmth of our flesh will I be able to be honest?

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May 1

May 1, 2026 at 6:45 PM UTC

Lucida

When The Wall Falls

and when the wall falls and all that's left between is the song of bated breath and the warmth of our flesh will I be able to be honest?

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Come said the woman, To the statue who stood by the falls. "Come great statue, come with me." "For the falls are flooding and soon they will take you too." The statue looked down upon the woman, Then silently shook his head. And though she pleaded for him to leave, The statue remained, arms spread to embrace the flood.

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

Statue And The Flood

Come said the woman, To the statue who stood by the falls. "Come great statue, come with me." "For the falls are flooding and soon they will take you too." The statue looked down upon the woman, Then silently shook his head. And though she pleaded for him to leave, The statue remained, arms spread to embrace the flood.

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In the night sky, a tear takes flight, Like a shooting star, it glimmers bright. A fleeting moment, a whisper of pain, Yet in its journey, there's beauty to gain. Each drop that falls, a wish on the breeze, A spark of hope among the dark trees. Though they vanish, like dreams in the air, Their light lingers softly, a reminder to care. So let each tear shine, then fade from your sight, For even in sorrow, there’s magic in night.

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Oct 30, 2024

Oct 30, 2024 at 3:28 PM UTC

yildiz

Shooting Star

In the night sky, a tear takes flight, Like a shooting star, it glimmers bright. A fleeting moment, a whisper of pain, Yet in its journey, there's beauty to gain. Each drop that falls, a wish on the breeze, A spark of hope among the dark trees. Though they vanish, like dreams in the air, Their light lingers softly, a reminder to care. So let each tear shine, then fade from your sight, For even in sorrow, there’s magic in night.

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a mother in her heart dreams of days of love and falls to this time of reality of here and now

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Jun 24, 2023

Jun 24, 2023 at 12:30 AM UTC

mark-wanless

brand new 23/6/19c

a mother in her heart dreams of days of love and falls to this time of reality of here and now

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You are the whooshing woman spewing out idea after idea, in a boardroom meeting full of men, who pay big bucks for your easy genius. Your constant shhhhh, remains the greatest reminder to stand silent, it is the wind of your water, that carries fish to a new life or the waiting beak of a gull. And as your water topples to the side, you become nature's velvet curtains forever drawn to hide secrets never meant for human consumption, it is there, where you declare victory over the paradox that is earth. Has anyone ever told you your movement is your stillness? Your calculated charm of "go" provides anchor to the nebulous change of man. Sometimes I can hear you in airplane cabins and in evening traffic, when I am really trying hard to return to nature. But most of all I hear you in relation, between two hearts beating with purpose, within a rapturous conversation about human chemistry. I'll admit, I have tried to carry you, but you are too slippery when wet, and you are always bursting with significant moisture.

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Jul 27, 2022

Jul 27, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC

topacio

Niagara Falls.

You are the whooshing woman spewing out idea after idea, in a boardroom meeting full of men, who pay big bucks for your easy genius. Your constant shhhhh, remains the greatest reminder to stand silent, it is the wind of your water, that carries fish to a new life or the waiting beak of a gull. And as your water topples to the side, you become nature's velvet curtains forever drawn to hide secrets never meant for human consumption, it is there, where you declare victory over the paradox that is earth. Has anyone ever told you your movement is your stillness? Your calculated charm of "go" provides anchor to the nebulous change of man. Sometimes I can hear you in airplane cabins and in evening traffic, when I am really trying hard to return to nature. But most of all I hear you in relation, between two hearts beating with purpose, within a rapturous conversation about human chemistry. I'll admit, I have tried to carry you, but you are too slippery when wet, and you are always bursting with significant moisture.

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If Dexter's Parents had not divorced and he had not moved away with his mother, Who was beautiful as I recall, today would have played out or worked out or turned out Differently. Very differently, considering that little twist in my six-degrees of separation base pattern Hapt seventy-years ago, or so, ---- Watch starlings, if you have starlings, or watch congregations of kippers on Netflix. Their steering is on auto. Do you agree? Then we are in Agreement, which is an odd place to find one's self in the midst of so great a cloud of witnesses. ----- 'e goes a gain a ginning, grinning all the while Aye, and radioman turned on just Now listen -Radio Mumbai I meant, you and I agree schools of sardines and flocks of gulls are all on auto-pilot-propulsion-maintenance programs, Right? I thought so. The code in a gnat must be so much more elegant than the vast terabytes of programming in the GPS constrained self-drivers evolving on earth. Gnats never collide and are nearly impossible to hit, unless you have bat tools, which you don't. Nobody wrote that gnat code, right? Of course not, evidence of programming only appears to be programming, evidence of design only looks like design it's not design. Right? So says Carl Sagan, Richard Dawkins, and all the people so called to win the battle for the minds of **** Sapiens Augmentatious, lest, as the confusion of Babel subsides, those minds should begin to reason together more clearly in light left after the lies standing on men's minds are revealed inferior to what our senses sensationally acknowledge. Whew. Long thought. I meander, but you do as well. That is how things flow. Not over immovable objections, around. One life that was connected to mine in boyhood friendship was severed about half-way through my sixteenth year. He died. I don't remember how. Alcohol-related, I can imagine. I did not attend the funeral, though some acquaintances did; one of whom was later my lover. She is dead now as well, too late to tell me anything. She had a baby less than a year after I returned from Vietnam, more than nine months later. That is a heavy thought, but not one I think does much good now. So little of history is noted. So few lives function to trigger generational unctions that devolve into wars against imbalance, iniquity, slavery and death. Fraternity, Egality, bull **** *** the mob all riled-up, burn , baby, burn. Whole people die in history's whims, If whims they were. Rebellions… Watch the starlings steer through 4-d patterns eternally random, fueled by bugs they convert to food for the soil itself. Their life is their work and they do it beautifully. As one. Can Boeing-Raytheon-L3 et al build a self-propelled, self-refueling drone that can fly at top-speed, maneuvering millimeters in each direction from other self-propelled, self-refueling drones while dropping their payloads without a single friendly-fire crash, ever? Starlings don't **** on each other. If war-profiteers could build such things, would you watch such things perform and wonder at the minds that built them, or deny such minds played any role from concept to creation, and ask who authorized development and deployment of such an expensive fertilizer distribution system that fertilizes wild weeds as well as gentled weeds? Which would you say: "Wow, how did those get made, who paid?" or "Wow, look what billions of years and energy alone can do against absolutely insurmountable odds and impossible physics, with chaos and corruption always on the job?" Holy entropic bad moon. Are ye not more precious than starlings, or sardines, or gnats. Would a sense pertaining to immediate locational proximity, evident in birds and fish and bugs, not be apparent in Adamkind, at least as a metaphor regarding benefits gained in knowing where you are relative to your own environment, regardless of any sense of personal purpose? I can see it in the fact that we can agree, for good or ill. As generations mature and regenerate, might there be patterns in the tumbling of the powerful and the powerless populations. Patterns depicting group or herd preservation by fully mentally equipped populations of mature and maturing Adamkind are detectable. Facts now overflow the cup of knowns. These are those days when knowledge is increasing and increasing and increasing to the point of being a destructive force in tightly closed minds. Name dropping, rather than restating, Helen Arendt, "The Origins of Totalitarianism"(1966), Bertrand Russell, "The Problems with Philosophy"(1912), Pankaj Mishra, "The Age of Anger"(2017). These three books and some browsing of names and titles the authors drop, have spurred me over the top of a rise I had not seen coming. My path had become gradually uphill without my noticing. I was interested in other things and ignoring notices from my body that oxygen stores were being depleted more rapidly than current inventory of red blood cells and nurse lymphocyte-bots can recycle the quadra-monthly disassembly turnover, H2O stores for sweat heat-dispersal systems and plasma regeneration and digestion of what little remains to be digested are now at "caution, think about stopping" levels. But I saw that from the top I might see to the top of the next rise before I chose the downhill part of my path. The down hill path determines the uphill path. In the desert, you can see trails marked in many ways, mosses grow in least-heat zones created by angular location relationships with the sun. Breezes whisper into shade puddles by ever slow slight temperature inequilibria shifting some heat to the triggering of my sweat system. If you were compelled to reason about every step you take in life as if it were your responsibility to regulate and control every function of your flesh vehicle in which you abide in relationship to all around you that you could harm or that could harm you, you would be mad. {mad?} illusion of reality assumes reality is friendly here. I'm okeh with that improbability aside, implied as self explicatory and unfolding life… examined, for what its worth in words redeemed may be, in the future, when this is what they thought, you think, and I say know, I thought this, on a bet. Or an oath, depends on the fret. Crazy mad, but angry auch. That would be unfair, because you don't know how to do what you are being compelled to do. Reports of persons who can control ****** functions not commonly consciously controlled are easily found. Such persons spend their time so countering the rolling rhythms beat by heart doors slamming shut and swooshing open in response to electricity, that, we, Adamkind, have yet to truly understand. We've no need, that which concerns us was to be perfected, not by us. If my use of Adamkind offends you, the reality of my benefits, wrought from my comprehension of my relation to Adam, will likely make me your enemy, in your own mind, not mine. Ax'em, do they love po' o'hate rich? Believe one chance in practically infinity of current evolutionary-nontheistic thought being the way things must be, then multiply the number of times you make that bet by the number of insects on earth or even by the number of mitochondria in your kidneys. Ignoring life's delicate imbalances in light of what can be known today, breaks our minds's ability to agree perfectly. The social dichotomy that seems to arrange adamkind's affairs over eons and eras: rich and poor, have and have not, mean and meek, is ego-driven, self-benefit seeking and not part of the original program. Contemplate the sweet influences of Pliades, silently questing the truth of hope and matter. There is more power in this stream. Chapter end.

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Jul 27, 2021

Jul 27, 2021 at 7:43 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Remembering a dead friend from boyhood.

If Dexter's Parents had not divorced and he had not moved away with his mother, Who was beautiful as I recall, today would have played out or worked out or turned out Differently. Very differently, considering that little twist in my six-degrees of separation base pattern Hapt seventy-years ago, or so, ---- Watch starlings, if you have starlings, or watch congregations of kippers on Netflix. Their steering is on auto. Do you agree? Then we are in Agreement, which is an odd place to find one's self in the midst of so great a cloud of witnesses. ----- 'e goes a gain a ginning, grinning all the while Aye, and radioman turned on just Now listen -Radio Mumbai I meant, you and I agree schools of sardines and flocks of gulls are all on auto-pilot-propulsion-maintenance programs, Right? I thought so. The code in a gnat must be so much more elegant than the vast terabytes of programming in the GPS constrained self-drivers evolving on earth. Gnats never collide and are nearly impossible to hit, unless you have bat tools, which you don't. Nobody wrote that gnat code, right? Of course not, evidence of programming only appears to be programming, evidence of design only looks like design it's not design. Right? So says Carl Sagan, Richard Dawkins, and all the people so called to win the battle for the minds of **** Sapiens Augmentatious, lest, as the confusion of Babel subsides, those minds should begin to reason together more clearly in light left after the lies standing on men's minds are revealed inferior to what our senses sensationally acknowledge. Whew. Long thought. I meander, but you do as well. That is how things flow. Not over immovable objections, around. One life that was connected to mine in boyhood friendship was severed about half-way through my sixteenth year. He died. I don't remember how. Alcohol-related, I can imagine. I did not attend the funeral, though some acquaintances did; one of whom was later my lover. She is dead now as well, too late to tell me anything. She had a baby less than a year after I returned from Vietnam, more than nine months later. That is a heavy thought, but not one I think does much good now. So little of history is noted. So few lives function to trigger generational unctions that devolve into wars against imbalance, iniquity, slavery and death. Fraternity, Egality, bull **** *** the mob all riled-up, burn , baby, burn. Whole people die in history's whims, If whims they were. Rebellions… Watch the starlings steer through 4-d patterns eternally random, fueled by bugs they convert to food for the soil itself. Their life is their work and they do it beautifully. As one. Can Boeing-Raytheon-L3 et al build a self-propelled, self-refueling drone that can fly at top-speed, maneuvering millimeters in each direction from other self-propelled, self-refueling drones while dropping their payloads without a single friendly-fire crash, ever? Starlings don't **** on each other. If war-profiteers could build such things, would you watch such things perform and wonder at the minds that built them, or deny such minds played any role from concept to creation, and ask who authorized development and deployment of such an expensive fertilizer distribution system that fertilizes wild weeds as well as gentled weeds? Which would you say: "Wow, how did those get made, who paid?" or "Wow, look what billions of years and energy alone can do against absolutely insurmountable odds and impossible physics, with chaos and corruption always on the job?" Holy entropic bad moon. Are ye not more precious than starlings, or sardines, or gnats. Would a sense pertaining to immediate locational proximity, evident in birds and fish and bugs, not be apparent in Adamkind, at least as a metaphor regarding benefits gained in knowing where you are relative to your own environment, regardless of any sense of personal purpose? I can see it in the fact that we can agree, for good or ill. As generations mature and regenerate, might there be patterns in the tumbling of the powerful and the powerless populations. Patterns depicting group or herd preservation by fully mentally equipped populations of mature and maturing Adamkind are detectable. Facts now overflow the cup of knowns. These are those days when knowledge is increasing and increasing and increasing to the point of being a destructive force in tightly closed minds. Name dropping, rather than restating, Helen Arendt, "The Origins of Totalitarianism"(1966), Bertrand Russell, "The Problems with Philosophy"(1912), Pankaj Mishra, "The Age of Anger"(2017). These three books and some browsing of names and titles the authors drop, have spurred me over the top of a rise I had not seen coming. My path had become gradually uphill without my noticing. I was interested in other things and ignoring notices from my body that oxygen stores were being depleted more rapidly than current inventory of red blood cells and nurse lymphocyte-bots can recycle the quadra-monthly disassembly turnover, H2O stores for sweat heat-dispersal systems and plasma regeneration and digestion of what little remains to be digested are now at "caution, think about stopping" levels. But I saw that from the top I might see to the top of the next rise before I chose the downhill part of my path. The down hill path determines the uphill path. In the desert, you can see trails marked in many ways, mosses grow in least-heat zones created by angular location relationships with the sun. Breezes whisper into shade puddles by ever slow slight temperature inequilibria shifting some heat to the triggering of my sweat system. If you were compelled to reason about every step you take in life as if it were your responsibility to regulate and control every function of your flesh vehicle in which you abide in relationship to all around you that you could harm or that could harm you, you would be mad. {mad?} illusion of reality assumes reality is friendly here. I'm okeh with that improbability aside, implied as self explicatory and unfolding life… examined, for what its worth in words redeemed may be, in the future, when this is what they thought, you think, and I say know, I thought this, on a bet. Or an oath, depends on the fret. Crazy mad, but angry auch. That would be unfair, because you don't know how to do what you are being compelled to do. Reports of persons who can control ****** functions not commonly consciously controlled are easily found. Such persons spend their time so countering the rolling rhythms beat by heart doors slamming shut and swooshing open in response to electricity, that, we, Adamkind, have yet to truly understand. We've no need, that which concerns us was to be perfected, not by us. If my use of Adamkind offends you, the reality of my benefits, wrought from my comprehension of my relation to Adam, will likely make me your enemy, in your own mind, not mine. Ax'em, do they love po' o'hate rich? Believe one chance in practically infinity of current evolutionary-nontheistic thought being the way things must be, then multiply the number of times you make that bet by the number of insects on earth or even by the number of mitochondria in your kidneys. Ignoring life's delicate imbalances in light of what can be known today, breaks our minds's ability to agree perfectly. The social dichotomy that seems to arrange adamkind's affairs over eons and eras: rich and poor, have and have not, mean and meek, is ego-driven, self-benefit seeking and not part of the original program. Contemplate the sweet influences of Pliades, silently questing the truth of hope and matter. There is more power in this stream. Chapter end.

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Dewy rain drops fall from the eye of the hurricane They pour into a puddle of loneliness as they huddle together but yet still alone The Earth rumbles with sadness as it shakes beneath Grabbing its surface trying to keep everything grounded Thunder roars from the core and everything falls apart This time there is no rainbow after the storm

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 12:30 AM UTC

cece-2

The Storm

Dewy rain drops fall from the eye of the hurricane They pour into a puddle of loneliness as they huddle together but yet still alone The Earth rumbles with sadness as it shakes beneath Grabbing its surface trying to keep everything grounded Thunder roars from the core and everything falls apart This time there is no rainbow after the storm

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The forbidden love of a sunflower It stands up tall and proud as it shows off its morning yellow A sunflower simply can not love The end draws near with every shadow that passes over When darkness hovers, the dear sunflower closes its delicate petals and says a final goodbye It falls just so it can pick itself up and try again when the morning sun comes

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Jan 24, 2021

Jan 24, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC

cece-2

Sunflower

The forbidden love of a sunflower It stands up tall and proud as it shows off its morning yellow A sunflower simply can not love The end draws near with every shadow that passes over When darkness hovers, the dear sunflower closes its delicate petals and says a final goodbye It falls just so it can pick itself up and try again when the morning sun comes

6

We were laying in bed and I was drowning in your gaze. You wrapped your arms around me and slowly whispered in my ear that I was a national treasure to you. You told me my essence, my power, and my presence overwhelmed you and that I was your Niagara Falls.

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Oct 26, 2020

Oct 26, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

flamingogirl

Niagara Falls

We were laying in bed and I was drowning in your gaze. You wrapped your arms around me and slowly whispered in my ear that I was a national treasure to you. You told me my essence, my power, and my presence overwhelmed you and that I was your Niagara Falls.

9

Cold and dead this night All these miseries inside, Alone I fight. Why is there no one by my side? Being selfless wasn't worth it At every step I got kicked, Hitting rock bottom. They say karma works well For me its turned out quite unfair.

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Oct 16, 2020

Oct 16, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

parthenope

Unfair

Cold and dead this night All these miseries inside, Alone I fight. Why is there no one by my side? Being selfless wasn't worth it At every step I got kicked, Hitting rock bottom. They say karma works well For me its turned out quite unfair.

9

_Gilt-edged meanderings decant the sediment of diurnal isolation as autumn falls._

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC

annh

Glass Half Full

_Gilt-edged meanderings decant the sediment of diurnal isolation as autumn falls._

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Rain drops / / / /. / / / / / / falling from / / / the sky / / / / / / / / / / / / tear drops / / / falling from / / / / / / / / / my eyes. / / /

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Feb 26, 2020

Feb 26, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC

Euphrosyne

Rain tears

Rain drops / / / /. / / / / / / falling from / / / the sky / / / / / / / / / / / / tear drops / / / falling from / / / / / / / / / my eyes. / / /

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You have ways of getting under my skin When you are miles away Don't understand why I hold onto Words in the back of my mind each day Fight Forget past arguments Continuous struggle I'm losing Consuming the house we share Showing scars Blood oozing Much more damage than can heal Not what I choose War becoming clearer with time Further pain to gain unclouded views When light fades I am blinded once more Can't breathe when you're not here Visions flutter faintly inside my chest Standing in emptiness Reach out to pull you near I cannot explain why I cannot shake you off Brain stuck on you like glue Lift my gaze for a moment Cast aside charm invading my view I climb Get away from your hold And turn away from your eyes I can't see through your blindfold the darkness taken by your disguise Standing heart falls deeper every night Blackness is to blame Heart entrancing with endless illusions Surrounding me to be consumed by your name

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Under My Skin

You have ways of getting under my skin When you are miles away Don't understand why I hold onto Words in the back of my mind each day Fight Forget past arguments Continuous struggle I'm losing Consuming the house we share Showing scars Blood oozing Much more damage than can heal Not what I choose War becoming clearer with time Further pain to gain unclouded views When light fades I am blinded once more Can't breathe when you're not here Visions flutter faintly inside my chest Standing in emptiness Reach out to pull you near I cannot explain why I cannot shake you off Brain stuck on you like glue Lift my gaze for a moment Cast aside charm invading my view I climb Get away from your hold And turn away from your eyes I can't see through your blindfold the darkness taken by your disguise Standing heart falls deeper every night Blackness is to blame Heart entrancing with endless illusions Surrounding me to be consumed by your name

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it's white so pure so fresh so clean so tell me why the red that flows looks like a scar, so mean? it's sparkly so fluffy so new so light so tell me why the red that flows looks just like blood, so bright? it's racing and racing and flowing and falling leaves a scrape and a streak as it runs down the peak a strange sled of red down a white snowy head

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC

gracehaak

why so red when it is so white

it's white so pure so fresh so clean so tell me why the red that flows looks like a scar, so mean? it's sparkly so fluffy so new so light so tell me why the red that flows looks just like blood, so bright? it's racing and racing and flowing and falling leaves a scrape and a streak as it runs down the peak a strange sled of red down a white snowy head

18

The world falls upon me, So heavy, Yet I outlive it, Piece by piece fixing life.

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC

yachika-sharma

fix

The world falls upon me, So heavy, Yet I outlive it, Piece by piece fixing life.

3

Now listen well and hear this tale Of a sixteen year old lad Who with his wit and flying skill Made two great countries glad The chasm was eight hundred feet Across Niagara Falls The travelers could not get across The steep and spray soaked walls “We need a bridge”, cried engineers A modern thoroughfare But how to reach the other side? We cannot build on air A rocket or an arrow? No. But what about a kite? Let’s have a contest for the youth We’d have a start, though slight The people came with kites prepared For fame and a reward And Homan Walsh was very first To span the gorge with cord A string, then ropes, then cables spanned And soon the bridge was done The mighty falls could now be crossed With string it was begun And every great accomplishment Began with something small Remember Homan and his kite That bridged Niagara Falls

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Jun 2, 2019

Jun 2, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC

bitcoinpoems

The Ballad of Homan Walsh (Prosperity Poem 28)

Now listen well and hear this tale Of a sixteen year old lad Who with his wit and flying skill Made two great countries glad The chasm was eight hundred feet Across Niagara Falls The travelers could not get across The steep and spray soaked walls “We need a bridge”, cried engineers A modern thoroughfare But how to reach the other side? We cannot build on air A rocket or an arrow? No. But what about a kite? Let’s have a contest for the youth We’d have a start, though slight The people came with kites prepared For fame and a reward And Homan Walsh was very first To span the gorge with cord A string, then ropes, then cables spanned And soon the bridge was done The mighty falls could now be crossed With string it was begun And every great accomplishment Began with something small Remember Homan and his kite That bridged Niagara Falls

28

In romantic relationships You speak Latin And your empire falls In platonic relationships You speak Greek And think about caves

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC

a-m-ryder

Relationships

In romantic relationships You speak Latin And your empire falls In platonic relationships You speak Greek And think about caves

6

An excerpt from An excerpt from a poem by T.S. Eliot. a poem by the False Poets Between the idea no permanence in juxtaposition And the reality where Falls the Shadow, the shadow Between the motion. a divisive notion caught between And the act composition & action, the response is Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the conception grayed outline indistinct, the cognitive sap And the creation leaks, contradictions irritating birth sac, Between the emotion whereupon Falls the Shadow emerges And the response the response conclusive, occlusive, collusive Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the desire juxtaposition insertion, need to achieve And the spasm *the blurted ****** of spurted letters born* Between the potency. in the potent white seeds of black words And the existence coming into existence as a riptorn issue, Between the essence essences of scents blood+logic foretelling And the descent birth & death, descent & the ascent, both, Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the desire the desire desired, completed, And the spasm the latency uncovered, Between the potency the potent toxins of spit and tears And the existence the birth fluid of of existence Between the essence the formulation of the human essence And the descent from blood dust to blood dust is where Falls the Shadow. Falls All the Shadows

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Oct 27, 2017

Oct 27, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC

false-poets

"The Hollow Men" / "Falls the Shadow"

An excerpt from An excerpt from a poem by T.S. Eliot. a poem by the False Poets Between the idea no permanence in juxtaposition And the reality where Falls the Shadow, the shadow Between the motion. a divisive notion caught between And the act composition & action, the response is Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the conception grayed outline indistinct, the cognitive sap And the creation leaks, contradictions irritating birth sac, Between the emotion whereupon Falls the Shadow emerges And the response the response conclusive, occlusive, collusive Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the desire juxtaposition insertion, need to achieve And the spasm *the blurted ****** of spurted letters born* Between the potency. in the potent white seeds of black words And the existence coming into existence as a riptorn issue, Between the essence essences of scents blood+logic foretelling And the descent birth & death, descent & the ascent, both, Falls the Shadow Falls the Shadow Between the desire the desire desired, completed, And the spasm the latency uncovered, Between the potency the potent toxins of spit and tears And the existence the birth fluid of of existence Between the essence the formulation of the human essence And the descent from blood dust to blood dust is where Falls the Shadow. Falls All the Shadows

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By Arcassin Burnham Leave me in the moonlight, where I should have been, I can't take you all the places you ain't never been, Not like other men.. Clouding my judgment like a pack of wolves, I never had friends to watch all my moves, Not passive aggressive like these other dudes, Just watch it all fall away. Pushing my buttons ain't what want to do, Far from extent of ****** but it could subdue, Emotions run so I get the blues, But it will all go away. / You can't find perfection, The body can overcome so much confliction, Stories portray and we follow the mission, Perfection will come at a price to submission, Tomorrow not promised, Octagoning layers in life into sessions, Don't need no permission, Good men and women blames themselves for the things that your exes do and the cycle just repeats, Knocking down chances of trusting every single person you meet, I'll let you see, The differences make you and me. This ignorant generation will consume the worse. Lets see in this life who will break a heart first. You don't need love , you just want them to know your worth. Someone will notice that beautiful soul since birth.

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Apr 9, 2019

Apr 9, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Just Falls Away / Love, Who Needs It?

By Arcassin Burnham Leave me in the moonlight, where I should have been, I can't take you all the places you ain't never been, Not like other men.. Clouding my judgment like a pack of wolves, I never had friends to watch all my moves, Not passive aggressive like these other dudes, Just watch it all fall away. Pushing my buttons ain't what want to do, Far from extent of ****** but it could subdue, Emotions run so I get the blues, But it will all go away. / You can't find perfection, The body can overcome so much confliction, Stories portray and we follow the mission, Perfection will come at a price to submission, Tomorrow not promised, Octagoning layers in life into sessions, Don't need no permission, Good men and women blames themselves for the things that your exes do and the cycle just repeats, Knocking down chances of trusting every single person you meet, I'll let you see, The differences make you and me. This ignorant generation will consume the worse. Lets see in this life who will break a heart first. You don't need love , you just want them to know your worth. Someone will notice that beautiful soul since birth.

30

At midnight The moon is just At the horizon As if touching nagara falls A goth girl watches This splender.

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC

Toxicyeti

The falls.

At midnight The moon is just At the horizon As if touching nagara falls A goth girl watches This splender.

6

#*The Iguazu falls Swifts slow dance through the waterfalls Sun their wings on cliffs*#

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC

sarita-aditya-verma

Dark Swifts

#*The Iguazu falls Swifts slow dance through the waterfalls Sun their wings on cliffs*#

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Each day is a day like day had before I don't know if I can take anymore There's pain in my bones; Weak feeling and sore I question myself what this life is for Don't know what's ahead; Don't know what's in store As happiness hides behind a locked door The pressure, it builds to find it before The hourglass now has emptied what's stored The light from me left; Although I'm not sure If ever I had a light that was pure My soul's on death's bed; No hope of a cure The word's left unsaid; I'll always want more Waves lapping against the rocky beach shore Each time takes away; A heavenly chore Was true of my joy; A tunnel was bored Inside from my soul true self of me poured I ********** out myself like a ***** Each day is a lie that I can't afford I wish I was maimed; Insides had been gored I can not explain; Knight falls on his sword But I am no knight; More like one who's poor Been chewed up, discarded; Fruit with no core Tried sharing with you; A piece of me tore But know you disliked; Did nothing but bore This poem is not new; These words said before I've whined and cried too like those I deplore A task left to do; Must settle the score Each day starts anew; Be happy once more

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC

micrography-mike-d

Be happy once more

Each day is a day like day had before I don't know if I can take anymore There's pain in my bones; Weak feeling and sore I question myself what this life is for Don't know what's ahead; Don't know what's in store As happiness hides behind a locked door The pressure, it builds to find it before The hourglass now has emptied what's stored The light from me left; Although I'm not sure If ever I had a light that was pure My soul's on death's bed; No hope of a cure The word's left unsaid; I'll always want more Waves lapping against the rocky beach shore Each time takes away; A heavenly chore Was true of my joy; A tunnel was bored Inside from my soul true self of me poured I ********** out myself like a ***** Each day is a lie that I can't afford I wish I was maimed; Insides had been gored I can not explain; Knight falls on his sword But I am no knight; More like one who's poor Been chewed up, discarded; Fruit with no core Tried sharing with you; A piece of me tore But know you disliked; Did nothing but bore This poem is not new; These words said before I've whined and cried too like those I deplore A task left to do; Must settle the score Each day starts anew; Be happy once more

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I have always hated falls For it was the seasons where All hell broke loose The season where my cold winter nights began Fall begins Don't open your eyes Don't move a muscle Just pretend to be asleep Your cold heart Your frozen words My father, my first lover A sweet little secret to keep What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep Mid falls begin Don't worry about the pain inside Forget about blood on the sheets I'll get them washed Don't worry about the blood on my legs I'll take a shower What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep My body tender and weak. Closer to death it must be. I looked into my broken reflection For the last time What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep Tears flow The floor, Cracked An old friend Still wearing your mask But have no scars to hide. Fall Ends A new season begins.

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Nov 4, 2018

Nov 4, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC

evelyn-ann

Winter Falls

I have always hated falls For it was the seasons where All hell broke loose The season where my cold winter nights began Fall begins Don't open your eyes Don't move a muscle Just pretend to be asleep Your cold heart Your frozen words My father, my first lover A sweet little secret to keep What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep Mid falls begin Don't worry about the pain inside Forget about blood on the sheets I'll get them washed Don't worry about the blood on my legs I'll take a shower What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep My body tender and weak. Closer to death it must be. I looked into my broken reflection For the last time What did I do wrong? A Sweet little girl A sweet little secret to keep Tears flow The floor, Cracked An old friend Still wearing your mask But have no scars to hide. Fall Ends A new season begins.

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By Arcassin Burnham Kisses make up for the pain of breaking feelings of the people that you never Would let you down in an on-going cycle of emotional rollercoasters and flashlight Demons decorating the inside of your mind, When you fall , where does the half go when you pivot? Does your other half restore all of that ****** healing? Is his love so high that it reaches the ceiling like the top of a flying lotus Spewing paint over cities, How could you tell? Could we all prevail from what love will make us? Is this hell? Is this lust in shell? Is it that obvious? I don’t know if we we're moving slow or we're moving fast, But she was all I ever wanted , at the time was all I had, There's not a single night and day that I would change If I tried, All the other people in my life has always lied, And two of the most important people in my life has died, The one above all watches , where all the love will reside. / Sun warmed to submission to a higher purpose, My times wasted but I don't want to leave you, The joy in my heart will manifests itself from your smile and, I got another remedy for your virtue, Whatever falls upon you will fall upon me to, then we'll both fall Knowing I have feelings for you, But I heard through the longest grapevine equip with thorns that You would see another, I was not ready for this, Not knowing it would end with your betrayal to be so under cover, I was afraid of this, Glad I took it slow, Just like molasses, In my walk I'm just so weakened by deceit and social sadness.

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Oct 9, 2018

Oct 9, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Falls / Slowly Walking

By Arcassin Burnham Kisses make up for the pain of breaking feelings of the people that you never Would let you down in an on-going cycle of emotional rollercoasters and flashlight Demons decorating the inside of your mind, When you fall , where does the half go when you pivot? Does your other half restore all of that ****** healing? Is his love so high that it reaches the ceiling like the top of a flying lotus Spewing paint over cities, How could you tell? Could we all prevail from what love will make us? Is this hell? Is this lust in shell? Is it that obvious? I don’t know if we we're moving slow or we're moving fast, But she was all I ever wanted , at the time was all I had, There's not a single night and day that I would change If I tried, All the other people in my life has always lied, And two of the most important people in my life has died, The one above all watches , where all the love will reside. / Sun warmed to submission to a higher purpose, My times wasted but I don't want to leave you, The joy in my heart will manifests itself from your smile and, I got another remedy for your virtue, Whatever falls upon you will fall upon me to, then we'll both fall Knowing I have feelings for you, But I heard through the longest grapevine equip with thorns that You would see another, I was not ready for this, Not knowing it would end with your betrayal to be so under cover, I was afraid of this, Glad I took it slow, Just like molasses, In my walk I'm just so weakened by deceit and social sadness.

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