"farrell" poems
"Funny, I don't remember no good dope days. I remember walking for miles in a dope fiend haze. I remember sleeping in houses that had no electric. I remember being called a ****** but I couldn't accept it. I remember hanging out in abandos that were empty and dark. I remember shooting up in the bathroom and falling out at the park. I remember nodding out in front of my sisters kid. I remember not remembering half of the things that I did. I remember the dope man's time frame, just ten more minutes. I remember those days being so sick that I just wanted to end it. I remember the birthdays and holiday celebrations. All the things I missed during my incarceration. I remember overdosing on my bedroom floor. I remember my sisters cry and my dad having to break down the door. I remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes, thinking today was the day that his baby had died. I remember blaming myself when my mom decided to leave. I remember the guilt I felt in my chest making it hard to breathe. I remember caring so much but not knowing how to show it. and I know to this day that she probably don't even know it. I remember feeling like I lost all hope. I remember giving up my body for the next bag of dope. I remember only causing pain, destruction and harm. I remember the track marks the needles left on my arm. I remember watching the slow break up of my home. I remember thinking my family would be better off if I just left them alone. I remember looking in the mirror at my sickly completion. I remember not recognizing myself in my own **** reflection. I remember constantly obsessing over my next score but what I remember most is getting down on my knees and asking God to save me cuz I don't want to do this no more !!!"
- Delaney Farrell
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
When they killed my mother it made me nervous
I thought to myself, it was right:
Of course she was crazy, and how she ate!
And she died, after all, in her way, for the state.
But I minded: how queer it was to stare
At one of them not sitting there.
When they drafted sister I said all night,
"It's healthier there in the fields";
And I would think "now I'm helping to win the war,"
When the neighbors came in, as they did, with my meals.
And I was, I was, but I was scared
With only one of them sitting there
When they took my cat for the Army Crops
Of conservation and supply,
I thought of him there in the cold with the mice
And I cried, and I cried, and I wanted to die.
They were there, and I saw them, and that is my life.
Now there is nothing. I'm dead, and I want to die
Randall Farrell (1914-1965)
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,
his stare is not with us
anymore he has forgot
whatever friends there ever was
Dead Pigeon.
Tossed like a pile of ****
ran over a couple dozen of times
by tires and people's kicks.
But he is dead he just won't react,
someone please do something!
Dead Pigeon.
The bird deserves a burial
he is calling at me
with his glossy eyes:
asking me to help
but I can't
Dead Pigeon
But he still lives!
His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and black,
point at the gutter as if to say:
Oh the Horror! The Horror!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
The lingering odour of skin, smoke stained
On fabric and behaviours learnt, torn and burnt
All the while representations of irony
Spring up and flourish by sounds of siren
Deep from within the unwound, forgotten back streets
A palace devoid of royalty stagnates, their enigma
Only to awaken a far from fairy tale kingdom
Where lowered heads confirm discouraged hearts
Discarded brown paper bags blow as tumbleweed
Searching a vast soul now yearning for salvation
Just as the clasp on an empty bottle is too a burden
Replicating the mirrored inadequacy of one's self
Hush, don't stir, be still and forget
There is no need to fret, for your secrets will recover
As before, your eyes will cry desert like tears
Fuelling a familiar marathon of isolated misery
The sound of sullen and resentful silence
Inherited on the wings of the ever sure failings
Closest friend of the indiscriminate rapacious lover
Whose failings resulted in vanquished flame
Shane T Farrell
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Have you ever gone berserk
while still at work?
You're in a rush
To touch up and brush.
You want me that much?
You have a crush.
Don't have a fuss.
Or I will start to cuss.
You want to **** my body?
Get perverted and naughty?
Get turned on?
Have some fun?
Nestle and run.
Have a party and get some?
Do you really think I'm that dumb?
You don't need me to make you come.
My type is not a broke *ss ***
Get out of here.
Take your ***
You will never hit my drum.
You think if I let you touch my breast,
that you can have the rest?
You want to thank me?
How do you rank me?
You like to spank me.
How much would your bank be?
Don't call me.
If you go to school drunk.
You will flunk.
You don't feel alive
When you're deprived.
You deceive and con.
You can try to make me cry.
Just drop dead and die.
You miserable f***
Drop cover and duck.
I hope you get stuck under the rubble.
And it makes your problems double.
I don't eat dairy.
You popped cherries.
You **** virgins.
Cause stress and burdens.
Strawberry.
do you sell condoms?
That question is the wrong one.
Colin Farrell
where's expensive apparel.
Offensive eyes.
An insulted glare.
That went nowhere.
That's not fair.
I didn't know who he was at the time
he wasn't that famous
only four years
probably only shared a few beers,
with other celebrities.
Had a few magazine covers.
Done a few movies.
Not having cable or going to the theaters
didn't help.
Nice to meet you.
Sorry I didn't know you.
Don't ask twice.
I wasn't that nice.
I'm yours for any price.
Malibu or Ireland?
Where will we spend time and money?
I wish it was you I could kiss.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
An apple core fell to the earth
released by me for what its worth.
I had no thought nor care for it
for seeds don't look like trees from birth.
The flowering trees are brightly lit
as branches reach towards where i sit
to shade the seedling while it grows
the fruit from one discarded pit.
The orchard with it's many rows
of crimson leaves, each sunset knows
the crispness of this autumn air
will ripen what the sower sows.
And all too soon the branch is bare.
I cannot reach for apples there
but eat my applesauce with care
while rocking in my Malus* chair.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
I was sitting by a waterfall
with Perry today
Here amongst the Slow Divers
We smoked the usual obligotary marley
Then we pondered upon what had happened
Someone stole Perrys soul you see
His child of hope and recognition
for the unrecognized
was now gone
A few flowers
were aloud to bloom
but they too
were eventualy
plucked and stolen
by the corporate monster
We must make everything shiny so it can be sold
This pioneer
A shadow of his former
glowing brilliance
also was weeded by the dollar
He onced wished he was ocean size
But sharks now swim in those waters
So we "smoke the roach"
and we go on down that slide man
We go on down
into the ocean
Of shiny lollapolooza
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
I must be so hard to love
How do you find it within yourself
to forgive me for my raggedness?
I find myself growing out of you
the way roots do a pot's constraint
But we cling to each other
like an addict's last hit.
We wonder which will take us first,
death or stagnancy?
-Taylor Ann Farrell
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Phoenix Park is that even on the map marked?
In Dublin, Ireland can I go there?
If he knew me would he care?
He wants to be near his son in L.A.
He owns property in both places.
He's a millionaire.
I have his 2009 calendar.
His biography.
His pictures.
Doesn't really matter.
If he knew what he'd be flattered?
Or think I'm obsessed?
Or that my life's a mess?
Or that to be together would not be best.
I don't want to be with my boyfriend anymore.
It's obvious he doesn't want a relationship with me .
If you don't see someone for almost 2 years it's pretty obvious that it's over.
He just doesn't want to admit that to himself.
I'm not going to be put on the back burner.
He took me for granted.
Too bad for him.
I'd rather be with Colin Farrell.
He is handsome, young and rich.
He dresses so nice I wish
I had the privilege of being his wife.
Whatever lady he's got is lucky.
He is so blessed.
An Irish kiss.
That's what I missed out on life's eternal bliss.
I want to follow his path.
My idol a celebrity from Castleknock is where he's from.
I wish I could get some.
I like cloudy skies with little sun.
sl*ts who abort.
Cut precious and innocent lives short.
Sinners don't deserve to have breakfast lunch or dinner.
They should starve to death and get thinner. When your pregnancy is full-term you will have a winner.
Selfish cnts are vindictive b***** who are backstabbing ***** .
There's at least one in every circle.
They don't have to stand out and wear purple.
They will dupe you and ***** you.
So watch out
Know what their all about.
Not even for one second should you ever doubt.
Take the detour route.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
A loves so sweet.
No one could beat.
That would be neat.
Here have a seat.
Next to me propose and get on one knee.
Give me a diamond ring.
and pick a song and start to sing.
Harmony that's what I bring.
You can be my king.
Will you take me under your wing.
Show me the castles of Ireland.
The Sparkles and dazzles.
The wonderful view.
A love you once to knew.
It's table for two.
A sky so blue.
Gentleman like you are so few.
Walk with me on the countryside.
I am someone you can confide.
To be on your side.
Will you be my guide?
Hand in hand we will stride.
Love me let's have some tea.
Ireland that's where we'll be.
You and me watch and see.
I might not make headlines but we can still dine.
I don't drink wine.
I am just fine.
Will you be mine?
We can hide in the trees of pine.
And I can save enough cash.
To make the dash.
I can be there in a flash.
You my mother will try to bash.
My ex smokes hash.
That's beside the point.
But I hate people who smoke joints.
They can go away.
Far & there they can't stay.
I love you Ariel
thank God the ***** donor never gave me anything venereal.
How would Ariel Farrell sound?
Too profound?
I hate being trapped here in America and bound.
Dublin is where the love is I haven't yet found.
I want a puppy from the pound.
Is my **** too round?
Maybe it's just too flat.
Too much at work in this chair I sat.
I never wear hats.
But I love cats.
I don't know any bats.
I hate rats.
Am I too fat?
Do I talk too much?
Have you heard anything of that such?
Do you want to go dutch?
My **** you cannot touch.
Do you think I'm odd?
If so just nod.
Do you believe in God?
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Man that dog is Farrell
He got me like I’m single
Got a lighter for a lady
Come and say maybe
Spend some time with me
Show enough we keep
Stepping on a beat
Come dance with me
I think he got me on a leash
But I can speak fast
When my mind unwrapps
Bout to tap that
But walking in the street
Feels clean to me
Stopping on Ferret
Gonna win that bet
No ciggerettes please
But my lungs got needs
And I can’t stop thinking of you.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 11:03 PM UTC
Tell me Whats Real?
I wake each morning
That constant pounding
Neighbours banging on walls
Why are they doing this?
They know I can hear
I look out the window
I see my familiar man
He goes through the bin
He too knows I'm watching
There is no familiar certainty
I see him
At the Shop
On the Bus
Walking past
Is it just coincidence
OR am I truly being followed
Watched
I find myself asking them to appear
I search for their cameras
Maybe a microphone
I turn the TV off and Wait
I sit in the darkness listening to hear them
I am fooling them
They think I'm in bed
Only I know I'm not
They are listening for me
I am listening for them
Until finally I fall asleep
Then the day starts again
That constant pounding
By Shane T Farrell
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC