Ecanus•net :: Poems
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. ;–)
It burns with white hot fire,
it cuts like a knife,
It's crushing, pounding power,
pervades every aspect of my life
It shatters thoughts still unshaped,
turning reality to unreal,
Until the world around me disappears,
and I'm trapped in this twilight surreal
I'm trapped in this bubble of pain,
looking out at my plans and my dreams,
knowing there's a world outside of this pain,
but ensnared I silently scream.
It snatches words far from my grasp,
while crushing consciousness down to a core,
until the pain is everything in the world,
and I canít remember life before.
It's waves crashing, grinding is endless,
and into it's depths I withdraw,
allowing myself to be smothered in darkness,
and I want pain, nor life any more.
Through fog I swim blindly, I'm drowning,
as the pressure pushes down on me,
I float on the current I can't control,
and the shore I cannot see.
This torture it is ceaseless,
my sole refuge from it sleep,
but even this brings no solace,
in darkness silent tears I weep.
In sleep it seeps through layers of consciousness,
entwined with the fabric of dreams,
so that every night is a nightmare,
and I flee from a terror unseen.
But sometimes I see light down the tunnel,
a flickering light from afar,
and I know though the journey is hard,
I must keep on and reach for that star.
Perhaps I'm only paranoid,
But I'm sure I heard you go.
During the night while the wind
When you told me you loved me so.
And I woke in the dark
to find you gone.
Perhaps I'm only paranoid
But I'm sure you said you'd be there.
And I wake in the dark
And find I'm alone
And I think perhaps you donít care.
Perhaps I'm only paranoid,
But I'm sure they're all looking at me,
Wondering why in the bright of the day
I cry tears for a love
that they could not see.
Playing outside the rules
They make 'em,
and I break 'em.
They are on the whole
superfluous, bureaucracy gone mad.
1984, Big Brother's here and now.
I opted out long ago.
I care nothing for their games and
Life's too fucking short.