"fallings" poems
I made you of breath
of shadows and sunbeams
of boundlessness
of folding out and in like wings
of fallings and risings
from the gravity of things
I am your leaves without
limbs or leaving
I am the circles and spirals
your body carves from air
your leaps toward heaven
when you most love the earth
I was before you and will be
after you, I am the center
and the circumference
I am within and without you
And I am your comforter
when the cold winds come in
I am the point on the line
I am brief and desirable
I eat oranges and watch
the Northward flight of geese
my being roars like oceans
I rock myself in the cradle
of self doubt and other emotions
I sometimes let take control
I rock the world like a baby
I kiss the air like my lover
here and here and there
I embrace you, World
I am your second Moon
that rose from the South
I am your eyes, your mouth
your star, your tree
and something else
I am sand, river, feather,
grass, moth, l am forever
yet lost and not found
and I am something else
and I always will be
something to someone else.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
The lack of emotion
in raindrops' fallings
should there be a laughter?
is there a pride
in being the last
to leave the cloud?
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
the sensation of the wires hanging loose from your headphones gently brushing up with the blonde hairs on your neck like little hairthin whispers- spiders crawling on you throat
leaflets
blankets
fleece summercamp sweatshirt
the a/c rumbling
crisp fallings
hatchlings
seeds
wax paper tracings-rubbings of leaves
downstairs
pageling
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Peaks that are needed
for the valleys.
If there are peaks
There are valleys.
There is no use of
forgetting the fallings
in the heights of life.
It is very important
each steps
to whom he mounted
the peaks of success.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Come along you silent poets,
Tell the tales of your faithful fallings,
All the demons you have battled,
Every rainstorm that left you to drown,
Share with us those hidden pleasures,
Whatever lends your lips to curl into a smile,
And the medicine for all the aches
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Falling
sprawled and appalling
on my face,
drooling disgrace, galling
Falling
in love and above, tall in
a flood of enough
smoothening rough, or mauling
Falling
down a dire spiral calling
tired warnings
fired down and bawling
Falling
on deaf ears boring when sure in
death near and above all, or fawning
Falling
in line and recalling
confines and rules in forming
Decisions, once and for all
Falling
The wayside supporting
weight and tired eyes, squalling
*But the feeling of falling is deceiving when believing that the subject moves around the ground
Which is dawning the befallen
When in feeling fallen I feel more than
I am moving but that the world has proven
That I am stuck while it rushes up
And I cannot catch up or take much
Protection from the projected connection
Of the rocky bottom on my rocked cheek
The breath inside me left to hide in a better guest
For life's essential and potentials
Falling to me is not easy humiliation, or needy contemplation,
Only lungs devoid from the impact deployed
And the same dirt, on my tongue and gums, curt
My eyes, unhurt, can never avoid*
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
When the magistry has ended, /
The echoes of repose begin to resound; /
Although there is, there has been a great wanderer in me, /
The beckoning has not ceased, /
Nor has my heart been claimed in abeyance. /
A story, one with risings & fallings, /
One with an unfalteringly great divide, /
Has bestowed a parcel from on high; /
The Winds, The Earth, The Ocean, The Sun, The Moon, /
They are the pulse of this Grand Tapestry. /
When we are enraptured, /
By ensorcelled irides /
We become; /
Sometimes being enamored /
Means our journey is re-willed; /
Moreover, we see the world with Brand New Eyes. /
Allowing every experience, to re-modulate my thoughts & feelings /
I realized uncertainty was not a barrier, /
Rather, it was my nexus to transcendence. /
Having a time & space in which to reflect, retrospect, & introspect was an aegis, /
Now real & authentic happiness is no longer distant /
And faith is near. /
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 8:09 AM UTC
Fallings out and shooting stars
ragged unseen battlescars
Your love was an illusion
unaffected by my desperate
attempts at profusion
Given to bouts of sensitivity
my tender loving could not
turn you on to me
and you grew cold to my touch
unfeeling and sold for a ****
I could have loved you hard
I guess that's just hard luck
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
I wanted you to be the last thing on my mind
I wanted you to be the reason I close my eyes
But I can't sleep
And oh god I wanted to be your high
But everything I said it went unheard
And everything you saw with eyes straight blurred
Became our downfall
Cos you say I drink and I smoke and I talk too much
But I know you lied when you said that you just gotta go and save yourself
So hear me out
You know everybody talks girl
And it means nothing till you let it
But if you keep second guessing then theres only gonna be one end
But you can leave if you really want to
And you can run if you feel you have to
And I'll be fine if you ever ask me
I know its hard, but no one said its easy
Fallings easy
But theres only one way up
So I been thinking that I think too much
And I can't sleep but I can dream of us
And I've been seeing **** like horror cuts
Its burning down, I gotta drown this out
And you said you need me to let this go
Buts its who I am or am I just losing it
Cos you said jump and I went first but fallings always been my downfall
And you say I drink and I smoke and I talk too much
But I know you lied when you said that you just had enough and save yourself
So hear me out
You know everybody talks girl
And it means nothing till you let it
And if you keep second guessing then theres only gonna be one end
But you can leave if you really want to
And you can run if you feel you have to
And I can drink if I feel I have to
I know its hard, but I can't feel like I used to
Like I used to
Cos I used to defy gravity
Defy gravity
Goodbyes keep dragging me
Down
And I'm fighting gravity
Defying gravity
I tried but I keep falling
Cos fallings easy
But it only brings you down
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
The world was our leisure
and somehow we escaped
the starvation of
losing ourselves
in boxes.
Riding through the risings
and fallings of hills.
Blue Skies where we floated
with our heads held up
by strings.
Your eyes stealing glances
at my eyes as you lit your pipe
and drove with your feet,
and thin white clouds
streamed across your ears.
Myriads
of deep colors
and multi-talented
maneuvers.
You were an Angel.
Earth toned,
through the sun roof
and the blue grass
that your eyes danced over.
It was brilliance--
and it burnt my mind
and spilt my soul,
as you churned it
through these
lifeless windows.
I wanted to stay here,
out in these rolling hills
forever, where we rolled
with dispersing waves
of radiance, and
cadences of new moons.
Sometimes,
I'd walk along the dirt
flowing streets into town
stopping to tell all the farmers
how you were out there
making time stop.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
hiding behind the
dark makeup.
blinded by lies.
never showing who
you truly are.
pain attacks.
icy eyes close.
fallings.
nothing but the
darkness of sleep.
deep, dream free sleep.
the light burns.
makeup smeared
down your face.
blood at your sides.
pain attacked.
unconsciousness.
you’re alive.
fourteen hours
have passed.
as well as a bottle
of Xanax and
a pathetic razor.
he’s telling you
this it is not
your time to go.
stop hiding
behind your pain.
open your
heart and let
the world see you.
forget the pills.
forget the blood.
love yourself.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
what she said about
all her loves and
the fountain of sleep
the spring of thirst
have just showed me
this resonant truth
like an oracle
I am still trapped
in this echo: that
I am as mad as
I've always been
maybe even worse
cause now I can see
the stars and the voids
in plain daylight
and I want to say
with all my waters
with all my earths
with all my deaths
with all my fallings
into the sky
Frida said
come what may
I wonder if she feared
the bloodflood
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 2:03 AM UTC
fickle fallings fail i see
as i within the veil should be
lo, lowly it does call to me
enticing ever melancholy
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
The prettiest of things have a wash of black
there is a beauty in the dark
shadows favor your lining
fallings have left their mark
for her skin is light, soft and sweet
but wrists, hips and shins
hold pigments of brown
though none is tainted as her heart
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
Stars belt in orbit
should I stand too fast,
so I sit back down,
enjoy astrophysical
apperception's fancy flight.
Make my wishes upon
fallings off, this one,
that one, the other.
I wish it all away,
this pill, that pill,
the other. The spills,
the spells, the other tells
of declining lucky stars
intermittent with
shooting gratitude
for love given and taken,
laughs giggled and shaken,
and discovery of
Pluto's big heart.
Hope still, is in course.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
Run, fall and get up but Portraits are not pictured.
All things placed with movements of fingers look down at toes only to wonder ;
Of questions that seam through groves leaving worms and dirt in friendly shoes.
It's no begging or request but no eyes lift up to appreciate.
Thy garden is thine own with no fragrances throned.
It's not what thine does but is not what is done as others do.
It is to be different but expectations don't differ.
As thy ought to be cheese that be easy to slice as well rot.
No truth to be seen in close proximity but a fake city in all it's vanity.
Positions and steps with words profound Every inch and move is as a hound;
To be cured of fallings and errors bred.
For each move in thine thought endings are to be fed
As Portraits belong to sequestered sets.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
What roof are you climbing or did you already fall and break?
You know it's going to hurt but you can't resist the take
'Cause problems feel less real when you're the only one awake
But be careful oh my angel, new ones always come out late
Do you even care that your heavens' fallings are at stake
Oh what was a careful girl in search of the cation-less
Go ahead and ring the bell, she's been dying for too long
Heart shells empty and fall full from above
Let her sky go on, it's so torn up down here
Choirs calling out to the moonlight (sing, sing, sing)
Take the fall on open wings
Let the self-taught be free (fall, fall, fall)
Let her go, it's all so freeing now
When you're at the sky fall
Take it all in, watch as she flies
Leave me behind
And she was hiding troubles, such downtrodden things
And we, we couldn't save her, we didn't know the way
But she was so full, stars felt their first glow
All because she took the fall and we didn't make her stay
What a terrible price the good always seem to pay
I'm not talking of death, heaven's gates aren't for today
But leaving all you know takes breathing pains away
'Cause oh the air down low it's so heavy with our sin
But the air up high is so unimaginably thin
Only angels fly when it's so hard to live off heaven's falling glow
Let her go, it's all so freeing now
When you're at the sky fall
Take it all in, watch as she flies
Leave me behind
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
Flying here is alot like falling
Only falling here seems.....
To be like bumping into a long lost friend....
One your not quite sure
You had ever missed until
You speak again
The words spilling out
Like *** over poured inside a tiny
Flask....
You begin remembering dvery detail
Of those forgotten days
And memories seem
To reappear... only different...
Like you forgotten why
You had ever stopped trying to
Fly....
High as you were in those younger days...
At least theres braincells left
To recall why
Sometimes its best to
Leap in good faith.....
Remembering......
That only birds fly
But fallings bliss
And lifes not forever
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
As I peer over the edge of this cliff,
Into uncertainty,
The bile rises in my throat,
It’s familiarity a truthful testament to my existence,
Teetering on the edge.
No one sees the strings attached behind me,
The other ends lost in the hands of the incapable,
Ironic that the only power they hold,
Is ultimately all the power I depend on,
Loosen their grip and I slide closer to the depths of desolation,
If they pull together then I’ll be saved,
But they aren’t aware of the limbo they influence,
So focused on their greed they don’t see my strings in their hands,
Every waking hour I recite words of encouragement,
Support,
I lend an ear,
Offer a shoulder,
Plead and profess in the hope they will listen,
But I’m fighting blind,
All the time my eyes are focused on the darkness below that reaches for me.
I don’t even see those that I try in vain to command,
Some days my confidence sustains me,
They listen,
Pull me back from the edge,
Give me moments of peace and fragments of relief,
Then they drown my voice in their petty squabbles and loosen their grip,
I slip,
The bile returns and I find myself teetering once again.
I don’t know why I haven’t lost it,
Jumped into the void just to save my own remnants of sanity,
Often I think it would be better to deal with the darkness that awaits,
Than wrestle with the insanity of fools,
Maybe I’m the biggest fool,
For allowing myself to be tied to the end of a madman’s noose,
It no longer matters how I ended up here,
Only how long I can live with it.
If I didn’t care I would of jumped long ago,
But I do,
And that’s my kryptonite,
That why I’m scared to scream at the insolent,
To command my requests in words they can’t mistake,
Because if there’s a chance to coax a rescue,
To wrestle a reprieve from the minds of my ignorant masters,
Then I’ll fight for it.
But it’s hard,
Every second of every hour of every day,
It’s hard to be this puppet,
With a painted smile and a funny dance,
I make my watchers laugh,
Never will they know what is happening on the other end of my strings,
They’ll never even see them,
No one else know how little control I have,
And why should they,
I’m a puppet on a string,
And I invited the puppeteers,
You want to know the real kicker,
I have scissors,
I could cut my strings at anytime,
I’m not scared to fall,
I’m scared to give up.
Fallings easy,
For the weak,
I refuse to fall,
Regardless of who holds my strings,
I refuse to fall.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC