Fallen poets

Three Angsty Young Adults? || shan & deAngelo & ZiXo

[fallenpoets]

castaway

i aimlessly drift 

as days

shift & bend,

bleeding seamlessly

 into each other 

until

night breaks

and i lose myself,

revel in the comfort i found

in a room that still clings to the remnants 

of darkness before a dawn;

i sometimes wish would never come

~ZiXo

[fallenpoets]

In Memoriam

I still visit the tear soaked pages

in my journal; and recite the words there,

like well practiced eulogies

in memoriam of the person I used to be before;

Before nothingness was the only thing

that reverberated within my ribcage and sometimes;

Sometimes it escapes, passed my lips

and engulfs me in a soul sucking vacuum; nothing

bouncing & recoiling thunderously

off the ceilings and stained glass walls.

And I am nothing;

Nothing but a spectator

in a cathedral of ghosts,

daydreaming of sadness

Or

anything

but the nihility I’m cursed to endure.

I still visit the tear soaked poems

in my journal; and recite the words there,

like well practiced eulogies.

The ink has long smudged

and rests as unrecognisable as

the weathered headstones in necropolises.

But

I-

I still linger on the emotions

embedded in the pages.

~ZiXo// I want to feel again // Gone too soon

[fallenpoets]

I flee to flower fields to be free

Free from falling figures

fraught with frantic feelings.

I fear I have never fallen apart,

quite like this.

Fraternal and fatherly fond

like a friendship found in fall.

I forgot my fear of failure

and fly further with the flora and fauna.

Fountains flow freely and force

feather like kisses on finicky feet.

Fiery flight blossoming from furtive glances.

This feels like forever

fin

F to pay respects

fallen poets

[fallenpoets]

And if it's any consolation

I only crave you on rainy days

when I'm desperate for

the glimpses of stolen sunlight

hidden behind your smile.

I only miss you on cloudy nights;

lust after the nebulae in your eyes

so I can waste wishes even though

there isn't a star in sight.

If it's any consolation

I only love you during hurricanes

when the ocean rages as earth trembles

And my sense of security is torn apart.

I only love you in chaos.

It's not enough

But it's a start

Zixo // hurricane season's gonna be a bitch

[fallenpoets]

Cranberries in Plaid

They're rats outside the station,

No more human

Than the spectres

Lumbering inside,

No less driven

This husk is a memory,

Living, barely,

Tongue heavy, words

Lighter, descending

Stumbling

Ad-hoc

Inchoherent

A sort of, kind of,

Almost order,

Almost poetry,

A prelude to the end.

~deAngelo

[fallenpoets]

you only love me

in the midst of tornados,

when the fury of the wind cannot be borne alone

and your roots rise above their stable homes,

to greet the heavens//

you love me now, but 

only until the dust settles

you only love me 

in the coldness of dusk,

when the shadows close their eyes

and your bones are cold enough 

to want more body//

you love me now, but

only until someone sees

~shan

[fallenpoets]

You make my dick hard

And my heart beat

~A Valentine's day poem

[fallenpoets]

the ocean's in love

while reckless feet splash and weary hands rid its filth in her mellow blue; she, frost covered and melancholy, masochistic in her ways, always returns for more -s //daily dose #1

[fallenpoets]

Lullabies sung at a Wake

lull me to sleep oh midnight choir

weary of the blues, sombre nocturnes

dot my dreams, like barbed wire

noose.

~deAngelo

[fallenpoets]

An unfinished series of unfinished thoughts.

He spits her name and absolution in the same breath, It’s funny how

- she’s the opposite of forgiveness. For him

she’s forget.

… but who cares

We’re the same person, different lives,

Fresh demons, still self loathing

~deAngelo

[fallenpoets]

Ne'er-do-wells

When is nothing too much?

My hands are too heavy to hold themselves, I

Tried letting go, but

Nothing came out, I'm

Empty wishes, I'm

All whims - I guess.

My tongue is choking, enough

Swallowed screams maybe,

I'm just restless

~deAngelo "a ramble"

[fallenpoets]

Peanut Butter and Ash

I don't want to hold your hand,

Darling you're shaped liked the

Ocean and I'm built like the tide,

I love you, but I'm tired of breaking.

I wither like roses, scatter like dead

petals thrown to the wind, Same old gray,

This pallor never fades & your eyes never dim,

Just like peanut butter and ash

~deAngelo

[fallenpoets]

Love is suicide

How long till these

Kisses turn to gunshots,

Spin the barrel, pucker up

Blank, blank, blank, blank,

Mwah, You-

your tongue tastes like

Peanut butter & raw steel,

Goosebumps and cold chills,

The butterflies died, Now my stomachs a noose

Wings shriveled, teeth clenched

For a fall.

~deAngelo "Strawberry sunshine"

[fallenpoets]

Marlboros

You-

Smell like cigarettes in November,

The musk of raindrops and smoke

clinging to day old perfume,

~deAngelo "Bitter but familiar"

[fallenpoets]

Tropical

Winter's make believe -

for me, we dance in the rain

Like pebbles glanced off

Earth's edge, never seen snow

But I imagine it's the color of

Lost love and sugar.

~deAngelo "bluish white?"

[fallenpoets]

In the silence

I still feel you pressed

Phantom lover, phantom touch,

The warmth of memory - vs - The delicacy of

Skin

~deAngelo “I want you here”

[fallenpoets]

In Memoriam

I still visit the tear soaked pages

in my journal; and recite the words there,

like well practiced eulogies

in memoriam of the person I used to be before;

Before nothingness was the only thing

that reverberated within my ribcage and sometimes;

Sometimes it escapes, passed my lips

and engulfs me in a soul sucking vacuum; nothing

bouncing & recoiling thunderously

off the ceilings and stained glass walls.

And I am nothing;

Nothing but a spectator

in a cathedral of ghosts,

daydreaming of sadness

Or

anything

but the nihility I'm cursed to endure.

I still visit the tear soaked poems

in my journal; and recite the words there,

like well practiced eulogies.

The ink has long smudged

and rests as unrecognisable as

the weathered headstones in necropolises.

But

I-

I still linger on the emotions

embedded in the pages.

~ZiXo// I want to feel again // Gone too soon