"fal" poems
.
A hard-on
doesn't count
as personal gro
wth.If you want
to hear the pitte
r - patter of littl
e feet, I'll put s
hoes on my cat.
This isn't an off
ice , it's hell wit
h florescent lig
hting.How do I
set a lazer prin
ter to stun? I m
ajored in Libera
l arts. Will that
be for here or t
o go? Too many
freaks, not eno
ugh circuses. I
have a comput
er, a ******** a
nd pizza delive
ry .Why should
I leave the hou
se? Stress is wh en you wake up scr
eaming and you re alize you haven't fal
*** asleep yet. I like dogs too . Let's exch
ange recipes. And yo u r c r y b a b y
whiny- assed o pinion is? Al
low me to intro duce my selves.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
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Ha
Hap
Happ
Happy
Happy o
Happy or
Happy or d
Happy or de
Happy or dep
Happy or depr
Happy or depres
Happy or depress
Happy or depresse
Happy or depressed
Happy or depresse
Happy or depress
Happy or depres
Happy or depre
Happy or depr
Happy or dep
Happy or de
Happy or d
Happy or
Happy o
Happy
Happ
Hap
Ha
H
L
Li
Lif
Life
Life i
Life is
Life is a
Life is a b
Life is a ba
Life is a bal
Life is a bala
Life is a balan
Life is a balanc
Life is a balanci
Life is a balancin
Life is a balancing
Life is a balancing a
Life is a balancing ac
Life is a balancing act
Life is a balancing ac
Life is a balancing a
Life is a balancing
Life is a balancin
Life is a balanci
Life is a balanc
Life is a balan
Life is a bala
Life is a bal
Life is a ba
Life is a b
Life is a
Life is
Life i
Life
Lif
Li
L
S
So
So e
So ea
So eas
So easy
So easy t
So easy to
So easy to s
So easy to sl
So easy to sli
So easy to slip
So easy to slip a
So easy to slip an
So easy to slip and
So easy to slip and f
So easy to slip and fa
So easy to slip and fal
So easy to slip and fall
So easy to slip and fal
So easy to slip and fa
So easy to slip and f
So easy to slip and
So easy to slip an
So easy to slip a
So easy to slip
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So easy to s
So easy to
So easy t
So easy
So eas
So ea
So e
So
S
M
Mo
Moo
Mood
Moods
Moods t
Moods th
Moods tha
Moods that
Moods that f
Moods that fa
Moods that fal
Moods that fall
Moods that fall c
Moods that fall ca
Moods that fall can
Moods that fall can r
Moods that fall can ri
Moods that fall can ris
Moods that fall can rise
Moods that fall can rise a
Moods that fall can rise ag
Moods that fall can rise aga
Moods that fall can rise agai
Moods that fall can rise again
Moods that fall can rise agai
Moods that fall can rise aga
Moods that fall can rise ag
Moods that fall can rise a
Moods that fall can rise
Moods that fall can ris
Moods that fall can ri
Moods that fall can r
Moods that fall can
Moods that fall ca
Moods that fall c
Moods that fall
Moods that fal
Moods that fa
Moods that f
Moods that
Moods tha
Moods th
Moods t
Moods
Mood
Moo
Mo
M
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Wait for tomorrow’s new day
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
Rain-slicked reflections of
the sun's last offerings
disperse within the por-
ous asphalt, inducing
a faint chorus of tire-
spun splashes fading-in
and out behind impa-
tient honks, like waves against
a cargo ship announc-
ing itself to the docks,
"I have arrived! I have
arrived!" The workers, their
jackets waxing iri-
descent limes and oranges,
wave in the freight, crane up
the containers and shout
down the lines through the bay
mist inscribed by currents
of blustering winds, top-
lit by a swarm of head-
lamps, crane lights and high beams
careening through the in-
dustrial din of space,
ensuring no foot fal-
ters and no hand misses
a hold, and the cargo
slowly, but surely, moves
on toward its final des-
tination, and like great
migrations of butter-
flies, birds and whales, that place
is always home, sweet home.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
Falling down a deep dark hole,
Falling down to live with moles.
Falling down after being pushed,
Falling down after feeling lust.
Falling down when I need you most,
Falling down like a terrible host.
Falling down to the empty space,
Falling down so I can't see your face.
Falling down to live a life of despair,
Falling down away from fresh air.
Falling down to where love can't live,
Falling down to where there's no love to give.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Its only days'I know you..but seems like ages
as we both became synonyms for the word Love
There was a day,
i wished for'want of feeling in your heart
and now is the day,
when you showed your need of wanting me
expressing lifelessness,if you stop kissing me
the silence around us..seems to sing
when our lips'strive to avoid their loneliness
always eager to be on each other!
you play with my hair'moving it away from the neck
showing ur anger'telling them "this is where my lips are supposed to be"
all I can tell,about your passion for me
you kiss me now'you grab me again in a minute
as if it is the air,you are grabbing..for you to breath..
moving your hands..all over
making me sweat and breath harder
your want of kissing me'every oppurtunity you get
made me fal in Love with you...again and again!
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
insanity, begin;
PLAY
foam born (A) of the ocean
the backtrack (B)
to the origin of human emotion
before hue and saturation
my life may be black and white
but for the next hour
- quite frankly -
I don’t give a **** because
I am a spaceman looking down on you
no, literally
I am
[above]
you
the decade of statues into which I was born
begged to be forgotten
left behind
communication with my own kind
redundant
boring
meaningless
humanity, mother earth
nothing worth living for
no one worth dying for
because of the
informal gluttony
a sickening acceptance
of the inherent claustrophobia of the human condition
I’m floating
floating
floating
further away from you
from any possible natural surrounding
or human connection
[claiming to be part of humanity always secretly disgusted me]
everything is beautiful from up high
I am a spaceman, a future butterfly.
wait.
something isn’t right
I’m further away
more detached
than I intended to be
further away
the safety of my orbit overlooking you
deconstructing in front of my own eyes
now floating towards the sun of nothing
perhaps I
miscalculated my own superiority
I am the one floating towards eternity
after all
to an inescapable fate
while you are back home
with your (our) own kind
perhaps unhappy
but not alone
I am.
watch me pass by
one last time
I feel my soul breaking apart
my eyes glaze over and
sha/t/te/r
atmosphere
burning
mistaken for a shower of stars
an acceptable way to leave the third
dimension I suppose
perhaps you will see me as the ants of the sky
scattering
glowing
burning
as I find the sun
hello?
am I still alive?
are you still there?
perhaps all I’ve said
and lived
was nothing more than a prequel to the sequel
life before death?
or the other way around?
I am no longer confined by four dimensions
even time is irrelevant
everything is different
everything is right
bleeding viridian
feeling the sensation of nothingness
seeing the sempiternity of the galaxy
hearing translucent shades of the endless chasm
that now surrounds me
falling
fallin
g
falli
ng
fal
l
i
n
g
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
into the depths
until I land upon a new horizon
I am a spaceman
I am discovering everything
I found death
surrounded by white walls
the greatest journey
of our [lives?]
happens only six feet down
surrounded by white walls
this is what we have when we die.
this is what is left of us.
white walls.
White Walls.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
she stands straight and tall
hopes to fall
hits a ball
wnedy is a hagpole
straight and tall
hopes to fall
does fal
then she becomes a horseeee
and starts talking in morse
and we all say
wendy go pay
ur a flagpole!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
*Every Sunday without fail,
my father would set about getting us on the
family visiting trail.
A picnic was packed, along with our macs,
(Just in case of the rain) and into the car
we were packed.
A beautiful drive through winding roads,
over a bridge that made your tummy lurch,
onwards, to the Pen-y-Fal psychiatric hospital.
The Tudor Gothic style hospital loomed large to a
child in a car. Like a silent waiting beast from afar.
A Charming gathering of gables and chimneys,
disguised the interior of quite simply "the madhouse".
Set in grounds of 75 acres, patients played bowls, cricket,
and croquet. I thought the people and the grounds magical.
There was this secret place with adult children,
smiling, and talking to the trees, knowing of fairies,
I never heard their pleas.
As I grew older, I grew bolder, the same Sunday jaunt,
to our familial haunt, but now I was an explorer.
I was allowed in. In to the centre of the Gothic beast.
Green tiled, with brown heavy doors, antiseptic smell
that clung to every pore and cell of you. Stark walls,
scrubbed nurses, white coated Doctors and thuggish orderlies.
And after your eyes took in those sights, your nose that smell,
the noise crashed into you. Moans, cries, wails and pleas.
The sound of a thousand lost minds.
My aunt was one of the lost.
She never went home again.
She never visited her children.
She never visited her eleven siblings.
She stayed, stayed with her friend Pearl.
Who once told me I had Vivienne Leigh eyes.
She stayed with the randy Italian, the piano player,
the Downs people given to that 'hospital', that smell, that Hell.
She was in the belly of the beast.*
The Grade II Listed Building has been converted into luxury accommodation now, but would you sleep there?
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Looking at pictures
from the other weekend
and we’re in it
and we look happy
and nice
and I’m glad we have those pictures
I’m sorry about your injury
it’s a **** shame
I miss you
so much
even though
we’re two feet
apart
These pictures mean a lot to me,
I’ll send them to you
Everyone says
the same goodbyes and hellos
as if one person is just a person
but the people I’ve met
are not just people
I miss your smile
it made me feel genuine
I’m comfortable in my own skin
not many people can say that
I like being under your skin
only I can say that
We lay naked on your bed
and I don’t remember what I said
I felt so welcome there
Your stays at home aren’t fun
and running away sounds nice
but frankly
we have no money
and a lot of responsibility
On my birthday
I wonder what you’ll get me
maybe that ******* belt
or a really nice note
maybe both
When I’m legal
I’ll climb up
the freeway
underpass
and sit on the
railing
watching the cars
drive by and by
People are falling from the sky, lately
in my dreams
abused half people
and psychopaths
tell me about nice dresses
and about the television
I’m sailing off the edge of this
godforsaken place
All I see is waves
and how I need them
I miss the ocean
and sunburns
I want you when
the sky is clouded
Cold weather, or
the woods
Pictures
they come out nicer
when you’re in
them
us
we’re
two of
a kind
and
th
at
i
t
migh
t
ju
s
t
fal
l
a
p
art
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain,
I wonder sometimes....
How do you stand there all the time?
Watching people do their climbs,
Witnessing all of the ***** crimes,
And when the first light glows,
Let the wind starts to blow,
The sky fills with the crows,
The beauty begins to show,
Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain...
You stand there up so high,
Watching sparrows as they fly,
How do you watch them fal?
How do you lean beside the wall
Do you close your eyes as they stumble?
Or do you open them double?
Snowy mountain, Snowy mountain..
I wonder sometimes,
How do you see all these shrines?
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
I
Thought
I Might Die
That Day As I Watched
Your Lifeless Body Being Lifted
By Angels, and yet, lowered into the ground.
Six feet deep, I refused to
Throw dirt on you because
I felt as though it would tar
nish Your perfect complexi
on The beautiful hand I wa
nted to hold in mine Was n
ow wrinkled and withered
I sank with you My blood s
ank into my veins My heart
sank into my chest My eyes
sank into my head But I wa
s not dead yet. You taught
me to live So I could not fal
l apart I bit my lips until th
ey bled Clenched my fists u
ntil they went white Fightin
g to hold on. I could not cru
mble But as the coroner low
ered you down I realized th
at I had no place to go but up
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Wishing to slip back into my loneliness,
I cover myself with a rain sheet, mud, and leaves.
Turn my back to the wind, and let
the world pound against my knobby bones.
Cold, bitter, I want to be
Alone.
The forest behind me, the spirits in the trees,
their cackles mixing in with the wandering thieves.
Steal from me my worries and sorrow,
take from me
what tomorrow will bring, surely,
I feel that their stories never leave me.
Too loud, too loud! I scream for the storm
to pour down harder, release this aura
of spell-bound lovers. If my scent is
refreshed, discarded and replenished,
I can be free.
I will take to the sea
what tomorrow will bring, surely,
and wash it away before it can haunt me further.
Trusting the free fall more than I should,
for it treats me better than solid ground could,
I let my disguise fal
ter and a pearl of laughter escapes me.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
I'm not the person you think you see
'Cause I've got demons inside of me
I may have a smile on my lips
But I have cuts on my wrists and hips
You see I'm damaged, fractured, and broke
I'm surprised I still have hope
No one loves a broken girl
Especially not in this big bad world,
I'm too far gone and you can't save me now
So I will just keep falling down, down, down
Into the depths of my own demise
But it's nothing new, not a surprise,
These demons here hate me so
Sometimes I think I should just go
'Cause I welcome death with open arms
Death looks nice, it has so much charm,
Nobody here loves me anymore
And life is such a dastardly chore
They want me gone, I can tell so much
And someone told me to never trust
So now I know everyone lies
This is what many people need to realize,
But people will always trust
'Til that trust turns to dust
And take a shot in the dark
Until they are torn apart,
And now maybe you see
Why I have demons haunting me
But if you do not
Then you don't know the battles I've fought
And don't judge me at all
Because I will just continue to fal
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
He knows all about the worst.
The snippets of the furrowed eyebrows from the very corner of eye-lashes,
bitten back bitterness in the creases of your lips.
The terrifying truths you wished with closed lids were lies painted white.
And yet, his wrist is against yours,
fingertips shly whispering "It's okay."
He never really says Good Night like Good bye.
My mind & heart- this seemingly empty; hollow thing
seamed by wispy threads of moments and time itself-
has
fallen and still is
fal
l
ing into the very gravity of
him.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
Between four barriers and more i stood ...
drawing on the upper one a sky full of brightening stars and full moon ...
on the down barrier i made a big stage of dancing and acting to feel the life's rhythem....
on my right side paris's eiffel tower . lightning in the night and shining in the day light ....
And on my left side rome dangling on its walls the very beautiful art ....
behind me a door of my dream's country, counting the days and waiting the destiny to open it .....
the last barrier in front of me, a ruined one always watching it afrad to fal down on me and break my bones .....
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Falling in love is like
being on
the precipice
of death.
Maybe thats why
they call it falling
in love
because when you
fall,
you don't know
whether you'll survive
or
you'll splat on the ground
and break all your bones.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
you left me stranded on an island
in another- gal-la-xy
found in you someone i could confide in
but that was just a- fal-la-cy
feel you watchin' me
feel you watchin' me
at the standstill of my reflection
down at cross town intersection
re-al-ity- crashes unto me
grasping the truth
stewing the brooth
learning to choose my own des-ti-ny
the past is behind me
you are behind me
in another gal-la-xy
stranded on an island
where you'll rot
no hard fe-el-ings,
i harbor no resentment,
tru-ly no resentment
but you'll rot
deep within the plot
:Title (optional):
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
in sp
ring
when song
birds
singjoy
fully,
dying
is
dull
;but
fat worms
****
**** thunder
are the
raindrops
fal
ling& st.
aining the
side
walk,rin
singoff
the
r
ainbow chalk
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
Be part of my vanilla sky
As I am the black
and you
Would be the cream
That would complete the white
and me
In the midst chaos
Would graciously fal-;;,
Slowly Falling;
Slowly Stopping;
[I would wish]
That my body
A C H E S
Into Oblivion,
THEN
My body systems crash
p a r a l y z a t i o n
That would be the term
Just to have extra time
To lay with you.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
the sound of
scritching and
scratching
creaking and cracking
hounds me
even if it is merely
echoes of thought
in the examination hall
where you promised that I would not
fal
ter
the sound of
squeaking and
scratching
clicking and clacking
surrounds me
even if it is surely
bellows of ambition
between the office walls
where you promised that I would not
fal
ter
as I
stand
at the edge
where the whistling wind beckons
me to the chattering city below
I promise you that I will not
fall
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Comment voulez-vous que je vous croque, marquise,
Votre Seigneurie de haute voltige ?
Comment voulez-vous que votre amant cunnibale croque
L'exquis vertige que son pinceau déflagre
Quand de sa tige délicate et poetique
Il esquisse sur la toile le portrait de votre boutique arrière ?
Dans le tableau vous posez élégamment nue
Le postérieur au premier plan
Et un sucrier à fal jaune
Qui sent le vent de gingembre
Et la mer de noix de muscade
Becquette d'un regard gourmand le cul corossol
Que vous lui offrez avec langueur et nonchalance.
L'analyse infra rouge de ce charmant spectacle
Révèle cependant que l'artiste au fin bec
En vous a semé ses regrets
Car sous ce derrière plantureux de Dame corossol
Un essaim d'abeilles invisible à l'Œil nu bourdonne
Et l'oiseau a laissé pour tout aiguillon tendre
À la mine d'argent l'empreinte double de ses pattes
Comme d'amoureuses morsures
Dans le sable mouvant de vos lunes rebondies.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC