"falt" poems
why must time progress??
i need to take a rest
each falt'ring sentence brings
me closer to my death
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
A skater lone soars on new ice.
I hold my breath as I observe
His every pirouette and swerve.
Yesterday, the water lapped a chilling shore;
Today a brilliant skin holds sway.
Thickening hourly though it may,
I wonder at the nature of the glider there;
Does he consider life and death,
Or think beyond exultant breath
To be the first upon new winter's ice?
He sails along an ice-blade track,
Never falt'ring, never looking back.
Oh, I was young upon a time and flew
The way this skater now does fly,
But fear and "wisdom" hinder twice
While others soar above thin ice.
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
It approaches
That's all that matters
It comes ever closer
With a speed that none are clear of
But none can live with out knowing the result
Death is coming
And I feel her hands grasping for my neck
I see her coming
Not a threat
But a promise from reality
She is hear to make the balance
Her presents scatters all
But I wait for her
My life I wish was worth more
But because of my own mind I never allow my self
To clim
To aprouch the heart of my existence
I sat never grasping
As death Grasp for me
She is hear and it's all my falt
I have allowed my life pass me by
Just let the sand seep though my hand
I have forgotten the reson I'm hear
Never venturing
Never gaining
Just waiting for her to come
To clame what is hers
But as she grasp my through she stops
"why do u not fear me"
She said this to my emotionless face
"all Flea befor me and yet you stair at me
As if You could cair less if I came"
"I do not fear you
Since I knew you would come
I do not reglet leveling this place
For I got nothing for me"
She grasped my hand
She looked in my lifeless eyes
Her eyes was not like mine
But the opposite
Thouse eyes showed me what I missed
The crush I alow to flote by
The people I pushed away
She showed me what could of been
That crush becoming more
Her braking my heart
My frainds pick the peaces up
And me continuing my life
"I will be back one day"
She said as her eyes reflected what I could be
But not because of you
I will come for what you owe
But not now"
She left me
My complete oppiset
And I cried
Hear I am seeing nouthing but love and life
And all I cared about was the death
The heartache
But she grasped the reality of life
Death knowing more of life
Than the living
The morning after I cleaned my wound
Life seemed just the same
But I still herd deth in my head
Tell Me to live
And so I did
I coted my wounds with a jacket
And seeked what I could not see
With out death
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC
Blizzard has come to the capital city
One, that seemed calm for infinity
And so the city will fall
What a disaster to it has come.
But not all of the citizens are cursed
By wisdom and knowledge they are secured
The witch has made that blizzard come,
Luck knows, how she hates her home.
Right now on and on she is dancing,
As the snow storm keeps advancing .
He plays and plays this day all around:
Even the houses got taken off ground.
A ******* is riding to safety, yet horse ain't enough fast,
"How to survive?" He figured out at last.
He has transformed his cloak to wings,
And higher high as a bird he swings.
The queen is trapped in tower soon crashing down,
And there's no way out, looks like she is done.
Just than she remembered a lake near tower-palace,
Now it is time to jump , her greatest fear time to face.
"Luck be a lady" she said houses' s spalls evading,
She as if flight's master succeeded in landing.
And so many people survived
But most of the folks have died.
Yet falt is their, were not enough smart
And also fading witches life apart.
So the poor woman craved for revenge,
Theirs only falt, that she's rampage.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
We all win,
We all cheat,
We all lose just to face defeat.
We all learn,
We all yern,
We all **** each other for something we must earn.
We all act,
We all subtract,
We all try to impress someone that doesn't give a crap.
We all use,
We all abuse,
So tell me why man is all about power and *****
We all chose just to get fame.
We are all dumb enough to sell our souls and brains.
Is it my falt that the just goes insane.
About the ways people act everyday.
Follow what they see so often they get decieved.
No wonder why there wounds starts to eternally bleed.
We all recieve blessings,
But we are so blinded by man made projections,
We can't learn from our last lessons.
So why sin?,
why lie?,
Oh I forgot it's a trend we all do it just to "Get By."
Is it me to believe and achieve something that's higher than high,
Peace out former friends you all can pass by.
As of me I can see the codes,
Where truth unfolds,
**** the person that thinks they controls.
Is it my job to see it? No,
To be it? Yes,
I am blessed, the best yet,
On earth no contest.
My logic, iconic I use my brain as my chronic
So 24/7 I am spiritually high
Seeing heaven skies
watching my mother cry tears of joy
looking at success reign on her little boy.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
Please dont hit me
Im sorry
I know it was my falt
But the bruses hurt
So I cried
I promise I wont do it again
Ill make it up too you
And I won't say that it was you
Ill say it was my falt
So you dont get blamed
Im just stuped I know
But it will be our secret
You know about the purpel
The purpel blotches flowering
Across my brokun skin
But never mind
It doesnt hurt that bad
So I will stop crying now
Just please dont hit me again
I wont cry anymore
Because it was my falt anyway
I shouldnt have brokun it
You know the coffee mug
It was just you accidentally
Bumped into me
I wasnt pushed or anything
It was all my falt
Because Im no gud
But you love me anyway
And you show it with the purpel flowers
Circling my body
Its for my own good
Im sorry you had to hit me
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Word play,
foreplay....
Between the lines or
Between the sheets...
Her move my move,
The strategy begins...
My fault...
Her falt...
What's the difference....
She throws a dagger...
I throw a dagger....
Black and white
so what's the fight...
A heart that holds us...
A mind that molds us...
World's apart,
so how did it start...
Crippled by a cruch...
A life of fuss...
What can hold it...
What can mold it..
The question,
is only in the moment..
Only the moment,
is the eye of the beholder
without a shoulder....
To cry when tagged,
under the buds or rolled over...
Decimals demencile demanding,
in the roller coaster...
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
it fades away, but not because it’s gone.
time does not destroy
nor years the pain unmake;
scarred and scarring.
layered pain:
a heart’s a frail and terrible thing.
accumulated horrors
in the attic of the mind
forsaken and forgotten
in light still burn the eye.
time’s circle turned,
by day and night unfurled
does not the bleeding wipe away
but distance adds and
layer stacks on layer.
don’t deny the hollowness
the bleeding in your eyes.
with falt’ring step and screeching voice
it’s gone before a sigh
without a whisper,
clasped in hearts aboil,
hanging, sinking, thoughts uncurled
like bleeding bits of earth.
drown this terror,
dye that gold
don’t deny the doubter’s goals
flying, denying, it’s all the
same to me,
filling up the measure of a broken,
settled gleam.
inching forward, step by step,
we look above for light and hope,
denied this life we drink;
and blight
devours in the night
sanctified by fallen gods,
a dripping-honey angel
stooping, breathing down our necks,
to free our death’s sweet
struggle.
Alone, alas, ‘tis not to be, this dream’s
a fatal liar,
for nothing that we see tonight
will ever meet His fire.
Denied, we died. It’s time to bleed
in fire.
Watch it hiss. We kiss. We fly.
And speak of our desire.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC