Submissions by AlwaysFalling
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I speak through my poetry. I have no voice. Only a beautiful flow of words.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2015 00:39am
26th May 2015 00:39am
Why Do Roses Have Thorns
I want to know
why
every rose has
thorns.
Is it because everything
beautiful
has to protect itself
from pain
that ruins them?
If so,
why?
Why does pain have
to exist?
Why do thorns have
to prick
when all you want
to do is
enjoy the pleasant
aroma
the flower gives?
The flower does not trust.
Every time people
receive
pleasure from
her sent
she is moved,
uprooted,
left to give and give
in her last
few days.
That is why roses
have thorns,
to protect herself,
to stay...
why
every rose has
thorns.
Is it because everything
beautiful
has to protect itself
from pain
that ruins them?
If so,
why?
Why does pain have
to exist?
Why do thorns have
to prick
when all you want
to do is
enjoy the pleasant
aroma
the flower gives?
The flower does not trust.
Every time people
receive
pleasure from
her sent
she is moved,
uprooted,
left to give and give
in her last
few days.
That is why roses
have thorns,
to protect herself,
to stay...
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 11:27pm
31st Mar 2015 11:27pm
My Own Wonderland
I was at a tea party with an elephant, George.
"George, George," I say, "how are you today?"
He glares at me.
Pain. Pain.
All I feel is pain!
He got up out of his chair.
I fell through the hole.
The black hole in the mud.
A fish swam by.
He didn't talk.
I'm alone.
It's dark in here.
What?
Stars?
The stars are out and it's a beautiful and magical night.
The breeze is feeling bright.
Bright as light shines.
Piercing every inch of skin I have exposed.
"Who's there?" I ask.
A fox looks at me....
"George, George," I say, "how are you today?"
He glares at me.
Pain. Pain.
All I feel is pain!
He got up out of his chair.
I fell through the hole.
The black hole in the mud.
A fish swam by.
He didn't talk.
I'm alone.
It's dark in here.
What?
Stars?
The stars are out and it's a beautiful and magical night.
The breeze is feeling bright.
Bright as light shines.
Piercing every inch of skin I have exposed.
"Who's there?" I ask.
A fox looks at me....
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Mar 2015 11:24pm
31st Mar 2015 11:24pm
No Room, Alice
No room.
No room.
No room for you, Alice.
We have no room.
You're not welcome here.
Get lost. Get out of our house.
We have no room
here at our table.
You get no tea.
Don't breathe, Alice.
You will wake the
door mouse.
Little tea pots all around.
No chair, for you,
to be found.
No room. No room.
Leave now.
My dear Alice,
you must be brave.
You need to stand
your ground.
Alice, find yourself.
You get no help.
No room. Get out.
We have no time
to spend on...
No room.
No room for you, Alice.
We have no room.
You're not welcome here.
Get lost. Get out of our house.
We have no room
here at our table.
You get no tea.
Don't breathe, Alice.
You will wake the
door mouse.
Little tea pots all around.
No chair, for you,
to be found.
No room. No room.
Leave now.
My dear Alice,
you must be brave.
You need to stand
your ground.
Alice, find yourself.
You get no help.
No room. Get out.
We have no time
to spend on...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 8:45pm
23rd Oct 2014 8:45pm
What's the Point
Wake up and
go to bed.
Brush your teeth and
get dressed.
Do your chores and
pay the bills.
Find lasting friendship.
Try.
Life.
Why were we made?
Why did God create something
that would only break his heart?
Why would he make something so
insignificant
to love?
From day to day
we have no control
on how we are treated and
how life flows.
What's the point?
There is no point.
Life is a game and
a cruel joke.
God made us to live and
follow him.
What does living mean?
Does living mean to stay...
go to bed.
Brush your teeth and
get dressed.
Do your chores and
pay the bills.
Find lasting friendship.
Try.
Life.
Why were we made?
Why did God create something
that would only break his heart?
Why would he make something so
insignificant
to love?
From day to day
we have no control
on how we are treated and
how life flows.
What's the point?
There is no point.
Life is a game and
a cruel joke.
God made us to live and
follow him.
What does living mean?
Does living mean to stay...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 9:04pm
13th Oct 2014 9:04pm
I'm a Monster
It's so damn funny
how people think
my perspective is positive.
When I say I'm not the
same person today as
I was three years ago
I'm not meaning it in a good way.
No.
This heart of gold
has burned to ash.
This light has been
turned off.
No longer am I
little miss good-
no,
I've become a monster.
I can't escape myself.
Why should I keep playing
cat and mouse?
What's the point?
I'll just embrace the demon
I am
as I watch everything
around me
crumble like sand.
There is a distant voice
and...
how people think
my perspective is positive.
When I say I'm not the
same person today as
I was three years ago
I'm not meaning it in a good way.
No.
This heart of gold
has burned to ash.
This light has been
turned off.
No longer am I
little miss good-
no,
I've become a monster.
I can't escape myself.
Why should I keep playing
cat and mouse?
What's the point?
I'll just embrace the demon
I am
as I watch everything
around me
crumble like sand.
There is a distant voice
and...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 7:55pm
7th Oct 2014 7:55pm
What's Become of My Poetry
Fire set ablaze
and turned to ash.
This calling of my name
found an escape.
No longer am I ready
to fight.
I've cowered and
given into the night.
Trying to survive on
anything I can.
Everything I have
is now turned to sand
that falls through my very grasp.
It's taken by the ocean
to a brighter shore.
Traveling through time and space
my dreams are discovered by
someone new.
I stand alone on the sand-less shore
replaced by concrete and
cement walls.
My voice only echoes
back to me. ...
and turned to ash.
This calling of my name
found an escape.
No longer am I ready
to fight.
I've cowered and
given into the night.
Trying to survive on
anything I can.
Everything I have
is now turned to sand
that falls through my very grasp.
It's taken by the ocean
to a brighter shore.
Traveling through time and space
my dreams are discovered by
someone new.
I stand alone on the sand-less shore
replaced by concrete and
cement walls.
My voice only echoes
back to me. ...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 3:23am
28th Sep 2014 3:23am
Troubled Teen
A troubled teen,
she wonders the streets,
a paint can in her hand.
She wants someone to notice her.
She wants someone to value her,
so she will receive her value from afar.
In the middle of her artwork,
amongst the city canvas
comes a cop car on patrol
staking out a scene.
Her hood is up and she's in the zone
when she hears,
"Hands up!"
Dressed in black she drops the can
and takes off sprinting down the block.
Fear has found her.
If she gets caught it will be her death.
How will she be found without her art?
Who...
she wonders the streets,
a paint can in her hand.
She wants someone to notice her.
She wants someone to value her,
so she will receive her value from afar.
In the middle of her artwork,
amongst the city canvas
comes a cop car on patrol
staking out a scene.
Her hood is up and she's in the zone
when she hears,
"Hands up!"
Dressed in black she drops the can
and takes off sprinting down the block.
Fear has found her.
If she gets caught it will be her death.
How will she be found without her art?
Who...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Sep 2014 3:20am
28th Sep 2014 3:20am
Her Reality
She was in the corner when I saw her.
She was broken and alone.
Only I could see past her jaded smile.
She looked frozen like a statue made of stone.
Her eyes were not bright anymore
and her voice was full of doubt.
Her chest was filled with pain
each time she breathed in and out.
No one else in the room
saw or even cared to look her way.
They all saw a girl who chose to go this way.
From the sadness in her eyes I knew she had been through a lot.
She didn't choose to be this heavy needy burden.
She didn't choose it at all.
Instead
it...
She was broken and alone.
Only I could see past her jaded smile.
She looked frozen like a statue made of stone.
Her eyes were not bright anymore
and her voice was full of doubt.
Her chest was filled with pain
each time she breathed in and out.
No one else in the room
saw or even cared to look her way.
They all saw a girl who chose to go this way.
From the sadness in her eyes I knew she had been through a lot.
She didn't choose to be this heavy needy burden.
She didn't choose it at all.
Instead
it...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Sep 2014 5:02am
25th Sep 2014 5:02am
Your Sorry's
Your sorry's don't
cut it anymore.
You never think
before you speak.
Don't you realize
you always
end up
hurting me?
Everyone I tell,
they see it too.
I'm so naive.
I look right through
the situation.
I experience the pain.
If this is all life is
then I'm
tired
of this game.
cut it anymore.
You never think
before you speak.
Don't you realize
you always
end up
hurting me?
Everyone I tell,
they see it too.
I'm so naive.
I look right through
the situation.
I experience the pain.
If this is all life is
then I'm
tired
of this game.
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ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2014 4:52am
23rd Sep 2014 4:52am
S.O.S
Why are you doing this?
I thought you were on my side.
Was I so wrong to
believe you when you said
I could grow up to be and do whatever
I wanted to do?
Now in this dark time
when I need your encouragement
the most
you just push me away with your
words of pain.
You cut me with
every syllable
and scar me with your
pride.
How can I live my life knowing
I'm the cause of your pain?
I never wanted you to
loose sleep.
But this is my choice.
This is my battle with God.
Even he seems far away
now more than ever....
I thought you were on my side.
Was I so wrong to
believe you when you said
I could grow up to be and do whatever
I wanted to do?
Now in this dark time
when I need your encouragement
the most
you just push me away with your
words of pain.
You cut me with
every syllable
and scar me with your
pride.
How can I live my life knowing
I'm the cause of your pain?
I never wanted you to
loose sleep.
But this is my choice.
This is my battle with God.
Even he seems far away
now more than ever....
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