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So here we are, Fallen Angel's poetry page. I thought about arranging them by subject, then I thought about arranging them by date, and then it all started getting rather complicated, so I decided instead just to stick with a plain and simple A to Z by title. Want to see all the poems with titles beginning with C? Just click the 'C' and as if by magic the poems shall appear! Them squirrels that run this place ain't half speedy!

This is my assorted collection of poems spanning the years. These cover many times, places and feelings. Some have details of where I was when I wrote them, what I was doing, and what inspired them. With others, it's so long ago now I've no idea where they came from, only that I liked them enough to keep them around.

Some were written as 'me', some for other people, and some while I was trying to get "into character" for whatever I happened to be writing at the time – the weird ones, I'm claiming insanity grounds on. ;–)


Nightmares of reality

Biting and clawing,
it will not lie down.
Eyes flicker open
and stare in innocence;
teasing and goading,
wide with fear
for a living death.
And through the hot, cloying night
the screams resound,
lingering, breathing through the wind
and the trees,
through the whispering of their leaves.
Boughs that beckon,
swaying this way,
pulling that...
And in the woods there's a place
where the leaves are barely shifted
but the ground is still warm
and eyes stare wide
with fear of the living dead.
Nails claw at soft earth
fetching blood and drawing hatred,
and it's clawing and biting
and breathing through the wind.

Because it's hard to bury
something not yet dead.


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Nightmares of reality II

Some ghosts of the past
can't be banished
like childhood nightmares
by sweet warm milk and a goodnight kiss.
Their power doesn't wane over the years
and in darkness they grow unbidden,
always there in the shadows
like some uninvited guest
in mansion haunted.
In the daylight they cringe,
cloaked in the shadows,
but in the darkness of the night
they roam in the shadows of the mind
night after night.
Some ghosts can't be banished
by sweet warm milk and a goodnight kiss.


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Nothing is impossible

Bumble bee humble has no-one ever told you why,
Aerodynamically you just can’t fly.
With a round hairy body and stubby little wings,
By the laws of nature it's not possible, it's just one of those things.
Your superhero striped body, that cuts no ice,
An aerodynamically unsound body has to suffice,
Yet you don't let that stop you as you buzz from flower to flower,
It seems that you do it with pure and simple willpower.
Although it shouldn’t be possible, you still manage to fly,
It just goes to show what we can achieve if we try.


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Nothing special

My life was nothing special, just average, run of the mill,
Until my life shrunk down, into an endless succession of pills.
It wasn't much to speak of, just normal everyday things,
But now I know with certainty, the pain and drugs my life will bring.

But now I want my life back, I want sunshine, outside and mundane,
I want humdrum, ordinary, common place,
Just an ordinary life, free of this pain.

I don't know how to get there,
I don't know if I can,
But try to overcome the physical barriers I must,
To prove that more than this I am.


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Now I want my life back

It wasn't much, but it was mine,
It was special to no-one but me,
And I gave no-one permission to take it away.
I didn't ask for hospitals, needles and pills,
I didn't want the sunshine to be turned out,
Or the world to stop turning.
I didn't want any of this.
It wasn't much, but it was mine,
And now I want it back please.


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