"freefalling" poems
Today the winter is not as chill, nor as gray. An azure depth backdrops the "fade"-to-white and the eyes remember what to see beneath patterns that shift and flow. You hear your footsteps and ...feel the silence leave your mind.
"Inside A Snowdrop..."
Driplets - droplets
pitter and pat
echo and float
...and the sun is here
its touching
tracing
edging patterns smooth and
flowing.
Feel the air
- its fingertips grasping
finding each bit of you all at once
...teasing and tickling your cheek,
nose THEN down the throat
filling and growing 'til
becoming an exhale
becoming you out and upon the world.
Feel as each hair lifts and spreads,
gathers and becomes waves eddying and rising free
freefalling and floating and rising again -
riding the unseen exhales as the world
- your world - flows by-and-by
grasping and tasting life
grasping and BEING life for all the other exhales
to find and feel and be felt in turn.
Reach - palm up...
wait
...wait
then
catch a miracle!
- a world within worlds within -
a snowdrop
a single glass to gaze in-and-in
to focus - deep
deeper still
... 'til
I see you
...behind my eyes
and the shadows and shades
surround and enfold
tightening
tighter still...
holding me
gentling me
becoming ...me.
I am lavender ghosting in the air
the taste and sweetness of your skin
the softness of each lil hair flowing by
the lips that found their home on mine.
Breathing is one long purr
and life is gently kneading into the softness
...of you.
Chris
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
The light pollution
from the lives of little people
in the big city
reflects off the lowriding clouds,
the same way my knees reflect
in the little puddles
from the big rains.
It hurts my eyes to look up
without sunglasses,
hurts my lips to think of tasting
the subway oil that
drip
drip
drips
I speculate at the transformers,
part automatic, part people
in their pre-ripped jeans,
learning to get their Ns
to drive themselves away,
yarn trailing from their sweaters
like parade float streamers.
Citizens run so fast
to catch the early train home,
freefalling down the stairs
breathing in the exhales
of the other racer’s exhaust.
Marking their triumphs
with participation ribbons.
The pacific pants at toes,
a puppy that only occasionally misbehaves.
Impatient for attention,
waves wagging back and forth,
up the imitation river,
past the downtown.
Kicking the sea wall with it's gravity boots.
The geese are on hiatus
until they can take back the city.
Making the drains overflow,
creating their own habitat,
they’ll strut their haughty markings,
distinguished from orcas,
away from any saline nonsense.
Were we to retrain the population
to turn blind eyes,
we’d be much more efficient,
stop wasting time contending
to society’s obsession
with documenting itself.
But then, what would we do all day?
Creating light pollution
must give immediate gratification.
Once all the lights are turned off,
the influence won’t continue,
creating a lack of permanence,
making our need to be remembered
seem trivial indeed.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
I remember sitting on your back porch
Back when we first started hanging
I knew at that point that I liked you
But I wasn't ready for the feelings
That consumed me when the sun
Met your eyes and mine
I knew you had brown eyes
But when the light hit them just right
I fell so far
Into the golden flints reflecting back at me
I lost a piece of myself that day
And you never gave it back to me
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
Divergent as always, I'm flying a kite in an avalanche zone.
Inevitably, from your safe harbor, you will judge me.
I yell, "this, this is liberation!"
But you don't see me as a revolutionary.
You'll take me for savage.
Medicate the unprecedented out of my veins
Cover me in a quilt of your culture, label it safety.
Repression of variation, of the noise and the bold, is optimal for this society.
Freefalling enthusiasm isn't exhilarating to you, and paint splatters aren't modern art
They are just a mess on a clean canvas
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
**~-~-~
Promise after promise
Fell into my head
I carried them with me,
I took them to bed
So hopeful, I waited;
To hold your forever
Intentions negated
This jaded endeavor
Yet, lies soon took shape
And doubt would take hold
Your dormant coercion
Cementing the mold.
You never came through
You never came back
The woodchips, they faded
The bracelets, I lacked
Trapped under my instincts
My innocence, vanished
The moon was relinquished
My purity, famished
Young as I was
I’ll never forget
The impact you left me;
Your stark epithet. . .
You took something good,
You found something pure
My will cut in half
Rose white, and demure.
The root of my psyche
You’ve yet to discern,
Who plundered my childhood;
My chastity, burned.
Existence forgotten;
Defined from within
I’ll never evade you
You’re etched in my skin.
Scar after scar
Fell into my arm
Your ink swam my bloodstream
Your slander, your charm
I swindled the rabbit
And powdered my nose
Freefalling in choices
Defining your prose.
With tasty white pills,
A hand in my throat
A liver that’s grilled;
The bible I quote.
With no one on earth
To save me from me
I sampled the bottle
From under our tree.
I cannot begin
Nor pretend to describe
What happened to Maple,
Who am I inside?
The loneliest girl
In the entire world
The events I’d mistaken
The chastity; hurled
All that I know
And all that I think;
Is this monster within me
Was born in a blink
But who’d tune in now?
The opinions are set.
My mind is jay walking
The lines of regret.
The holes in my person
The doubt I can’t sever;
My husk of normalcy
Braving the weather. . .
For what you don’t know
Is what you can’t nurse
Assumptions you draw
Are making me worse.
Conclusions concocted
Your story, enhanced
My path interrupted
Dismissed by a glance.
So I’ll say goodbye;
There’s no seeds to sew
For this is my truth. . .
Confession bestowed.
Still treading his words
That flood to the brink;
Harassed, used, and left
In less than a BLINK.**
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
i can't know
my artifice of kneeling doesn't change the fact
at Delphi
gasping words
from wide silken eyes
mating doubt and trust
in seizmic gnosis
fissures claim
even olive sky
freefalling streambeds
tossed
chests of gold heave
spill with ******* lovers
mingle debts
and portents laid
denuded
over cool marble
shimmered under earthquake suns
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ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα
Hèn oîda hóti oudèn oîda
"I know one thing, that I know nothing"
Socrates, paraphrased from Plato's Apology.
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Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
Whatever happened to the ambition
The youthful enthusiasm of dancing in the wild
As the synth rhythm guides each limb
In accordance to the sentiment given by the DJ
We were nothing more than broke kids
There was something beautiful about the way our spirits
Would float like wisps in the wind
Freefalling past the worries that held us back
From seeing the 5am sun
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
i want to love myself
but i don't know how
drifting in and out
between the reality and my delusions
trying to search for that vigor
that will to be alive—
to be excited of the sunrise
and feel calm
soaking under the afternoon sun
and love the changing hues
of the skies at dusk
and wish the moon a good night
never fearing the dreams to come
then adore the peeking light at dawn
reflecting the days waiting to be lived
but then it's gone
all that's left was a monotonous black
accompanied by a crippling silence
followed by the surge of doubts
storming down my confidence
its lightning striking
as i look into the mirror
staring at my silhouette
with its pieces shattering one by one
just as how, piece by piece
i slipped into the pit
freefalling
and finally losing
the will i tried so hard to keep
leaving me with nothing
but a void
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 2:05 AM UTC
We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
but produce.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Freefalling in the depths of dreams
Searching for the love you'll bring
When I find you, I will never let go
And when I wake up it's something I will stow
With your sparkling eyes, I see stars
Through you, I Finally learned to soar the skies
Never before that I have felt this way
A feeling! More than words can say
You were a swan, when I first saw you
On a lake called dragon's mouth I found you
And together we flew and sang the sweetest
Most restful music heard upon this earth
Somehow I know we belong together even before birth
I finally found love, a reason, a way to escape the hurt
We are fated to be here, tangled tight in this world
With an embrace so warm, so vivid and so bold
It's time to wake up! Snap back to reality
Only to know that in my world I am sad and lonely
Never a moment I wished I could sleep and dream for eternity
If that means being with you even if the odds are highly unlikely
I know it was all in my mind the way I longed for love
I've never been there before, I was always been so sad
Not till' I found you in my dreams, Caer Ibormeith my Goddess
At least even in my sleep, for a moment I can escape my sadness
So here I am again, waiting for the fall of darkness
Longing for the touch, the embrace of my Goddess
Closing my eyes now, preparing to sleep
Hoping this time it will last longer, as I slumber deep
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 2:49 AM UTC
Endlessly... we fall...
connecting through
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
trembling hands
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
climb as
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
it started with me alone in a field
it was somewhere in long island, I think
yeah, I know they don’t have fields
I was spinning real slow
well, more like normal speed but in slow motion
and my hands were ****** to the sky all dramatically
and I was wearing that white sun dress
and then there was thunder that was really quiet and lightning that was blue
and then I fell down to the ground
and the tall prickly grass felt soft and warm and I was going to stay there forever
I remember that part because I screamed it real loud
but then you come out of nowhere and just picked me up
and I was real mad cause I screamed I want to stay here forever and
don’t you know what forever means?
but apparently you didn’t cause you picked me up and carried me like Superman—
actually no, you dragged me by my left arm,
I don’t think it hurt that much;
at some point I looked up at you expecting caring & sympathetic eyes
but was startled by your ugly indifference—
yes, indifference can be ugly, you know that—
you dragged me for about an hour,
until finally we reached a lake and you let me look:
it was a ***** lake,
matching perfectly to the dark sky and unimpressive trees,
and it went on for infinity which I thought was weird for a lake;
you helped me stand up,
your touch delicate but so firm,
and as we held hands and looked together at this majestic lake,
the reflection of the cloud filled sky disappears,
and I bend to get a closer look and I see that this isn’t a lake at all—
it’s a cliff.
a cliff that stretches down for miles, no, light years,
and I look at you in astonishment,
and instead of seeing your non-caring & sympathetic eyes,
you have no face
and your expressionless faceless head ***** to the side a bit,
kind of pensive-looking,
and at the same time I feel your delicate but firm hand in the middle of my back,
and I feel myself falling forward in slow motion,
my feet slowly tearing away from ground,
and I take one last look back at you
and your face is back and looks caring & sympathetic at my body lifelessly freefalling
so I blow it a kiss and say I’ll see you soon
because I know when this is over you’ll be waiting at the other end
and I know it’ll be worth it to see your face one more time.
it was a pathetic dream.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
The cool blue ripples reflect a solemn memory of a friendly smile once almost near
Of long dark hair freefalling from a faded star; a young mind once so clear
You put it in your vein that night you went to sleep under the cool blue rain
Why was it so soon? I stop to wonder inside the golden garden
What did you mask? I sit and ponder as the graceful leaves saunter to the ground
From green to gold they turn, then back into the soil for the silent rain to churn
They saunter to you as I sit and stare at the grey water that remains though you have left.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
With a joint in the ashtray
and a pen in my hand
I travel through vapours
to my neverland
awareness fades slowly
to the drum beating time
as I float, now enraptured
slow-captured, sublime.
Where I am an island
no hurt at my shore
here grief doesn't beckon
'cause I love you no more
but deep in minds shadows
l feel you draw near
my bringer of sadness
sweet wringer of tears
I hear your dark whispers
rekindling our ties
I'm fighting, freefalling
through love laden lies.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
My heart starts and stops--it's indecisive like that.
Where is this all going?
I mean, when is the ******
The aha moment?
There isn't one, I'm sorry darling
This just is
Just is what it will be
Me
Sitting here, wondering
Is my heart started
Or stopped
It's all starting to feel the same
That breathless feeling
Freefalling in my dreams
Sickening
Exciting
The newest part of me, and I'm
Embracing me, embracing this
You
Trusting what I feel rather than see
Because my eyes will deceive me
And that is something I can't allow
You and I, remember
We're going to define forever
Because I still believe
In forever
In love
My hope is perpetual
And I'm relentless
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
Sometimes you feel like you're
Absolutely free falling
And there is nothing at the bottom
To catch you.
What a frightening thought;
Falling forever,
The world rushing past you,
Constantly anticipating the moment
When your
Fall fall fall
Turns into a
Land land land
Or a
Crash crash crash.
When there is no stable thing,
Nothing standing still,
Except you,
Effortlessly cascading into
The so unknown.
At first, it's a beautiful, peaceful thought.
Then you realize you have
Nothing in the world to hold on to.
Nothing
To keep you from that inevitable plummet
Into nothingness.
What a
Lonely lonely lonely
Way to live.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
so this is delicious.
this warm sticky syrup in my cavity,
cherry-flavored love.
makin' my head hurt with all this
milk-chocolate love...
my favorite ice cream flavor,
so-sprung-i-got-brain-freeze love
can i be the cookies? and you be the cream?
it's bittersweet...
but it's beautiful. like warm rain in the South,
walking down the sidewalk barefoot,
like the most amazing kisses, biting lips and ******* tongues,
like climbing a tall mountain,
like freefalling from a plane.
need that high from his needle; i'll deal with the pain tomorrow
our skin tones together in a blender, his eyelashes,
the taste of **** of tenderness...
how come i can't bottle this moment up
and get tipsy off of it, whenever you’re not near?
if i could bag this feelin’ up and sell it on the block, i'd be rich.
but like a shot,
like a slap, like counting stars rolling past,
it's gone.
no words. no fingers. no warm flesh,
just gone
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
My heart, the very center of my being, has been locked away,
thrown carelessly into the expanse of space I hold so very dear,
locked inside a glass jar, a glass jar full of embalming fluid and Earl Grey,
to hold me inside, to contain me, to comfort me,
as I float away, as I watch the stars from inside my glass prison, my chosen media for viewing the galaxies that held me alive,
as I die among my hearts,
among the stars, each one another poet,
freefalling.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
approaching dusk,
the darkness followed,
warm air passed over hay,
mind evade and baffle,
with a moment of hesitation,
reach and let go,
the place secluded,
agonizing and tormenting,
the desire soon fail,
with harsh noise scraping,
rough wall crumble,
the raven on edge,
the old well,
empty and filthy,
finally at dawn,
painlessly exposed...
(c) Ko Win Khine aka. D Hlaine (December 18th, 2014. NYC)
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
My CD player starts
spinning,
songs singing,
eyes seeing.
In that moment I recede from
reality and into the page.
Elevated to new heights;
a symmetrical splash
into a new world.
A solid shore serenated
by a storm of new music.
No two beats the same—
Each with its own aura that
sings of fallen life
worth a memory
as it disappeared in smoke
to weave a story like a river.
They all glisten with
unparalleled perfection
as their story is penned
during a 45 minute decent,
freefalling to their own rhythm.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Born to be mine,
Baby innate,
Borrowed in time,
I've made my mistakes.
Sleep in vicinity,
Pretty dreams,
I won't wake you from sleep,
Keep dreaming about me
And I'll keep thinking about you.
Goodnight butterfly,
Cocooned in my arms,
Released from your grip,
But not from your heart.
Good morning freefalling,
It's time to come round
What's the point in getting high,
If we never come down.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
i think I want to go to sleep.
Drifting, Drifting,
Beautifly.
Softly.
Like nobody would even wake me again.
Like I would never wake again.
That's what I want.
I beg you.
Drift me to sleep, And never wake me.
Never.
To fly away, Slowly, Softly, Just bouncing on the waves of time
That's what I want.
I don't think they can feel anymore. I think they've come too far for that.
I guess I'll never know, because today, today is the day I drift myself off and never wake.
I like to think
that I might be remembered for something other than this.
That I might be remembered for my art.
Or the way I smiled at the birds.
But I know they won't remember.
They'll just say they're sorry.
They'll just say they wished they'd done something.
But that's a lie. I'd rather just drift away then believe that.
I pray to drift me away softly, Boucing on the riverbed.
I hope nobody ever finds me, I don't want to be found.
I want to be hidden away in the folds of the earth, to stay buried and blanketed by the world.
Without a distrupion in sight, I want to lay, covered by sound and time.
But I can't want anymore. And I won't want anymore.
It's time to do.
I think I want it to be beautiful.
I want to jump off a cliff, and for that one moment, to be suspended in time, freefalling but really not falling at all.
Soaring.
Above it all, Above emotion and conciousness.
I just want to float in time, So they all forget about me.
So I can stay forever blanketed in the world's folds.
Just me, and whatever is on the other side.
Just promise you won't forget me.
Promise.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Leviathan / by: butch decatoria
Linger, loiter longer
Leviathan,
These Lovelorn Lanes Fast
with lustful highs …
Fly
Farther, furthest, way Far away
To Starlight
/sweet nothings,
Interstellar sighs
Of space/ time
Feel the Empty / pain / bleed
Except great expectations’ need
To accept, expecting none
(Yet most believe doing nothing)
It’s Not for reflecting / empathy
To tragedy then forgetfulness,
On purpose, disposable friends distract,
Life’s strange viscosity hopefulness
Motions forward….
Oh monstrosity!
Wishful obsessions, stiff upper lip...
The Silent servants’ musk, mask of milk
White cream silk whips
Aftermath of drunken trippin’
The rush of us who trust, slippin’
On the white, on the hip
snow man fall melts, drip dry
The poles and hell rains down from on high,
Hush now, The storm hither comes...
Torrential
The colossus of silence beyond
Jupiter’s red eye, Ort cloud shroud—
The yearnings surpassing blood,
To feed
The human gargantuan greed
The need for love…
Soon On sale, flesh compliant
A Commerce for feelings to
Galvanize
The Giant
Drowning in his Whale Songs
moonlighting the deep...
Anglerfish
Amidst the pitch of dark sea
Tocold vastness
Go there
That other ocean
infinite canvas interstellar interstate
The Void of space,
Deep Emotions pace
Times asleep & awake
(elsewhere)
Swim my assuaged dreams,
All of thee: ye
Makers bright,
Meteorites brief
flash of freefalling lights
Like my hollow heart’s leap:
Blind,
But for a feeling,
The monster that I trust.
In the human ocean of emotions.
Leviathan.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
These words are long overdue
But each time I sit before the screen
It seems too impersonal
A keyboard is incapable
Of showing how my hands shake
This paper holds the tears I shed though
All of the late nights I spend praying for sleep
I am unable to because I know
Miles away you lay on your floor
Music pulsing
At the same tempo
As the blood that flows freely
How am I to sleep
When I know you stare at the same night sky
I feel you lie awake
Making me unable to close my eyes
But when I think of this
Tears threaten to overflow
I no longer can pick up my phone
To see if you are truly awake
Sometimes I hope you think of me often
But I don’t want you to feel this pain
I have lost my tether to reality that was you
And no matter how you feel now
I know you lost the one
Who knew you the best
How have you been Dear?
I wish I could have called you last night
My mind was slipping
And the walls were closing in
But I couldn’t call you
I had to fall asleep on a tear soaked pillow
Trembling in fear
Thinking of what you would have said
Has stopped helping
Now I think of your tired voice
Telling me it will all be okay
Makes my throat close
And my head spin
It’s scary to think of
How things change
Who do you talk to now?
Who has taken my place?
Do you love them
Like you loved me?
Do your fingers hover over my number late at night?
Can you feel that I need your strength?
Has it crossed your mind
That I’m scared to let someone else in?
Once I recover
From the constant shock
That I can no longer call you
My fingers rest calmly above someone else’s number
But my heart races
If I let them in
That means you will never come back
I already know you won’t
But letting them see
All that you have seen
Will finalize it
I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet
But I know I need
A new tether to reality
‘Cause freefalling
Isn’t healthy
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
The angels cry
I feel it on my skin
It falls as rain
I know just what it means
Wickedness and sin
Desolate pain
From the times when I've been wrong
All the things I've done
The angels cry
In morbid fascination
Feathers and freefalling
I know the reason why
When the sky breaks
So do I
And so do they
The angels cry
From whence they used to pity
Now they only grieve
They saw the birth of fires
The watched them as they grew
And swallowed us all
From the times when we were broken
And the truth of being hopeless
The angels cry
Only hoping their teardrops from the heavens
Will drown us in their mercy
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC