Submissions by AlwaysFalling
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I speak through my poetry. I have no voice. Only a beautiful flow of words.
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st May 2019 1:48am
1st May 2019 1:48am
Addiction Is
You pick up that bottle for the first time thinking,
“I’ll never let myself become addicted.”
You inhale the smoke from a plant because,
“No one has died from it.”
But you did these things not for the fun of it but
to mask the demons dancing around inside your mind.
Life happens.
Tragedy strikes.
Now all you feel is numb inside.
You pick up that bottle and smoke till your lungs turn black
to try to kill the pain.
One day you wake up and your vices aren’t working anymore,
so you seek out the next best thing.
Now you’re in big...
“I’ll never let myself become addicted.”
You inhale the smoke from a plant because,
“No one has died from it.”
But you did these things not for the fun of it but
to mask the demons dancing around inside your mind.
Life happens.
Tragedy strikes.
Now all you feel is numb inside.
You pick up that bottle and smoke till your lungs turn black
to try to kill the pain.
One day you wake up and your vices aren’t working anymore,
so you seek out the next best thing.
Now you’re in big...
#alcohol
#drugs
#marijuana #addiction
#marijuana #addiction
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2017 3:44am
18th Aug 2017 3:44am
Marionettes
Marionettes have strings
and you pull them,
yank them,
spin them and twirl them.
You make them dance, sing,
and do your bidding.
You control the story, the show.
If they don't do what you want you burn them.
You kill them.
You throw them away because they are no use to you.
How can you put on a puppet show with a rebellious marionette?
I have no strings to hold me down.
I refuse to talk for you.
I will not be pushed and pulled around.
You can't make me dance.
You can't make me sing.
I guess I'm broken to you. ...
and you pull them,
yank them,
spin them and twirl them.
You make them dance, sing,
and do your bidding.
You control the story, the show.
If they don't do what you want you burn them.
You kill them.
You throw them away because they are no use to you.
How can you put on a puppet show with a rebellious marionette?
I have no strings to hold me down.
I refuse to talk for you.
I will not be pushed and pulled around.
You can't make me dance.
You can't make me sing.
I guess I'm broken to you. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2017 7:08am
11th May 2017 7:08am
Coming Out
All these questions float around in my head.
Where will my soul end up when I'm dead?
I love who I love;
there is nothing wrong with that.
I love who I love, she's my best friend.
I won't stop you from loving your mate,
in fact I have respect for you.
All I ask is for you to return respect to me.
I love who I love;
I can't stop that.
My feelings are true.
My desire to stay with her is true.
Stop making me second guess!
Now the God part -
Sin is sin,
there's no questioning that.
God is just, loyal, and peace. ...
Where will my soul end up when I'm dead?
I love who I love;
there is nothing wrong with that.
I love who I love, she's my best friend.
I won't stop you from loving your mate,
in fact I have respect for you.
All I ask is for you to return respect to me.
I love who I love;
I can't stop that.
My feelings are true.
My desire to stay with her is true.
Stop making me second guess!
Now the God part -
Sin is sin,
there's no questioning that.
God is just, loyal, and peace. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2017 7:08am
11th May 2017 7:08am
Fire and Rain
He was like fire.
She was like rain.
They both harbored so much deep pain.
When the storm came
they danced
and sang to a melody all their own.
She tried to put him out while he chased her away,
but fire and rain -
they always stay.
The fire grew stronger as the rain fell softer.
He consumed everything he saw.
She wept with tears of brokenness as he came to a halt.
The rain fell harder and the fire grew dim.
He was drowning in her sorrow -
The sun came out.
Everything was new.
Fire and rain became sand.
She was like rain.
They both harbored so much deep pain.
When the storm came
they danced
and sang to a melody all their own.
She tried to put him out while he chased her away,
but fire and rain -
they always stay.
The fire grew stronger as the rain fell softer.
He consumed everything he saw.
She wept with tears of brokenness as he came to a halt.
The rain fell harder and the fire grew dim.
He was drowning in her sorrow -
The sun came out.
Everything was new.
Fire and rain became sand.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th May 2017 10:21pm
9th May 2017 10:21pm
Nights and Early Mornings
Nights and early mornings
Are the hardest to get through.
With you gone
Nothing feels whole.
I'm a broken mess
That you left in the ash of your wreckage.
A beautiful disaster.
Are the hardest to get through.
With you gone
Nothing feels whole.
I'm a broken mess
That you left in the ash of your wreckage.
A beautiful disaster.
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2017 10:19pm
9th May 2017 10:19pm
All Alone
All alone now I stand
here with empty hands
that once held yours.
Here I am vulnerable and tired
of the fight I have to face
with you gone
while you fly high to escape.
It used to be me and you,
you and me,
us,
a team.
Now it's just me, alone, numb,
cold, weak.
Who am I without you?
I'm incomplete.
I need to find me without you here to love me
while I continue to love you
in a new way and
carry on
in the way you would want me to.
I need to hold on to the memories I keep while making new ones...
here with empty hands
that once held yours.
Here I am vulnerable and tired
of the fight I have to face
with you gone
while you fly high to escape.
It used to be me and you,
you and me,
us,
a team.
Now it's just me, alone, numb,
cold, weak.
Who am I without you?
I'm incomplete.
I need to find me without you here to love me
while I continue to love you
in a new way and
carry on
in the way you would want me to.
I need to hold on to the memories I keep while making new ones...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2015 7:52am
25th Dec 2015 7:52am
Die or Fly
Some people were born into an easy life,
destined for greatness due to their stability with emotions.
Some people were born into a life of crime
and bad choices.
Some people have it that every decision they make
is right, correct, perfect;
and some people suffer no matter how hard they try.
They try to be good.
They try to do things right.
They try to measure up to the standards
of everyone they see around them
because those people seem to know how to handle life!
It's hard to be that one person
struggling to be responsible,
to be...
destined for greatness due to their stability with emotions.
Some people were born into a life of crime
and bad choices.
Some people have it that every decision they make
is right, correct, perfect;
and some people suffer no matter how hard they try.
They try to be good.
They try to do things right.
They try to measure up to the standards
of everyone they see around them
because those people seem to know how to handle life!
It's hard to be that one person
struggling to be responsible,
to be...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Nov 2015 4:46am
5th Nov 2015 4:46am
Death Wish
Life has taken a fucking bat to my brain.
I'm doing all I can to stay sane.
This ball of emotions thought it'd play a game of catch,
but there's four walls for the outfield
and I'm up to bat.
I'll try to knock it out of the park
and hit a home run,
but the ball always bounces back.
I've made it to third but I'm out.
Back to square one.
This life is a grenade thrown at my feet.
I'm not getting any sleep
as I wait for it to explode.
Around and around in circles I go.
When will the timer stop?
When will this madness end?
My...
I'm doing all I can to stay sane.
This ball of emotions thought it'd play a game of catch,
but there's four walls for the outfield
and I'm up to bat.
I'll try to knock it out of the park
and hit a home run,
but the ball always bounces back.
I've made it to third but I'm out.
Back to square one.
This life is a grenade thrown at my feet.
I'm not getting any sleep
as I wait for it to explode.
Around and around in circles I go.
When will the timer stop?
When will this madness end?
My...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2015 4:40am
12th Oct 2015 4:40am
Flightless
Flightless,
her wings are clipped.
They once were white
but now
a charcoal grey.
The darkness around her
flees with the glow
that's left in her wings.
A fallen angel of light
stuck on earth,
trapped amongst death.
Wishing for a soul to hear her cry
she drops tears from her eyes.
Longing to fly
she has her limits,
but she'd trade her heart
if only the chance ever came.
Flightless.
She closes her eyes and
folds her hands,
locking around herself.
Who could ever love her?
She's a broken doll.
Her wings are...
her wings are clipped.
They once were white
but now
a charcoal grey.
The darkness around her
flees with the glow
that's left in her wings.
A fallen angel of light
stuck on earth,
trapped amongst death.
Wishing for a soul to hear her cry
she drops tears from her eyes.
Longing to fly
she has her limits,
but she'd trade her heart
if only the chance ever came.
Flightless.
She closes her eyes and
folds her hands,
locking around herself.
Who could ever love her?
She's a broken doll.
Her wings are...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 6:51am
26th Sep 2015 6:51am
Internal Turmoil
Kiss my frozen dead lips.
Wash my blood stained eyes.
Dry my salty tears.
Give me wings to fly.
I need freedom from the madness.
I know I'm not alone.
Send someone with me,
someone I can hold.
People crave to be loved
but even love can't set us free,
Out minds are the cage hell trapped us in.
The moon and stars are majestic
yet have to stay on course.
My joy sits idle while meteors crash inside
my forever crumbling heart.
Life is one big game
that never seems to end.
Take me home.
Have me go extinct.
Player two can...
Wash my blood stained eyes.
Dry my salty tears.
Give me wings to fly.
I need freedom from the madness.
I know I'm not alone.
Send someone with me,
someone I can hold.
People crave to be loved
but even love can't set us free,
Out minds are the cage hell trapped us in.
The moon and stars are majestic
yet have to stay on course.
My joy sits idle while meteors crash inside
my forever crumbling heart.
Life is one big game
that never seems to end.
Take me home.
Have me go extinct.
Player two can...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 3:30am
23rd Sep 2015 3:30am
Save Me
Someone save me from
my anger
towards every thing that lives.
I see myself screaming
and pounding on the walls
of my chambered heart.
These bricks lay everywhere
surrounding my broken body.
Everything fell down.
I have no strength to build it
back up.
The darkness looms overhead
and stars
burn my skin.
White light should be beautiful
yet the agony clutches around my throat.
Someone tell me,
am I alone?
Someone help me.
Reach to me your hand.
I'm sinking and have forgotten
how to swim.
my anger
towards every thing that lives.
I see myself screaming
and pounding on the walls
of my chambered heart.
These bricks lay everywhere
surrounding my broken body.
Everything fell down.
I have no strength to build it
back up.
The darkness looms overhead
and stars
burn my skin.
White light should be beautiful
yet the agony clutches around my throat.
Someone tell me,
am I alone?
Someone help me.
Reach to me your hand.
I'm sinking and have forgotten
how to swim.
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 3:25am
23rd Sep 2015 3:25am
My Feeling of Empty
Golden notebook pages,
empty,
resting on a broken heart.
They wait for the writer.
They wait for a song.
They wait to have ink
spilt
and run across their golden lines.
Empty hallow spaces
needing
words to learn new faces,
teach me how to live.
Black and blue ink
destroy
fragile hearts
until ink drys on
golden notebook pages
to fill
empty
hallow spaces.
empty,
resting on a broken heart.
They wait for the writer.
They wait for a song.
They wait to have ink
spilt
and run across their golden lines.
Empty hallow spaces
needing
words to learn new faces,
teach me how to live.
Black and blue ink
destroy
fragile hearts
until ink drys on
golden notebook pages
to fill
empty
hallow spaces.
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