#fallenonestyle

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A personal piece, well, all of my pieces are personal...but this one more so. I wrote this in a time of long silence. The result of the price others pay for the poor choices that you make. I dedicate this to my daughter, Angel. I love you. Always have, Always will, I've never stopped for even a second....and never will. Promise.

I lost my daughter due to bad choices that I made. While living in the years of Silence, I reflected a lot on the ramifications of my mistak

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Just another piece of me for the world to read....

Another poem in the life of the FallenOne. I apologize for the difficulty in reading. I implore you to please tap the link below if you're intrested in reading this poem. Simply by tapping the link, you find yourself shuttled quickly and efficiently to the familyfriendspoetry.com website were I have all my writings posted as well.

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Any Suess fans? Dr. Geisel Suess. He wrote for advertising companies before the war and during. He was a slogan writer. Making things sound good to brand and increase sales. His first children's book was written to the rhytmn of an old steam engine. Anyone know? Probably not. There's a lot SBOUT Seuss you probably didn't know. Challenge yourself, look it up. I did. And if you even know who the hell he is, which most of your little ones left home alone here on Tumbler don't, you would really be surprised at the life and journey of this man...part of my style comes from him. He was an idol of mine then and will always remain one now.

Would you come into my mind for a spell? I need to show you some things tonite. Share my pain....yes? Let me write then, shall we?

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Have you ever loved someone earnestly, openly and honestly? I did...I lifted her, encouraged her and waited for her patiently...I wasn't eno

A poem that gets written, when you do all the work, when you do what you're supposed to do...and it's just not what they need..it happens. Enjoy another FallenOne Style creation, tweeked from the nursery rhyme: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

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This is one of my muses...nursery rhymes. I love to take them and reshape them into an adult version that relates to adult feelings. When I had a writers' block, I came across this idea to get out of my funk. Now, whenever I struggle with that problem, it's an easy go-to that allows me to get back on track. After doing a few, I thought, "how many could I redo?". The answer will come as we move along my journey into the life of FallenOne. Enjoy this one for now!

This Action Rhyme was created as a nonsense poem to introduce children to the fundamentals of telling the time...my twist is created to expr

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An unusual poem. It came about by me wanting to do something, unique in perspective and uplifting. It allows a certain amount of elasticity for the reader to infer what he/she would like to, simply because i wanted it to be abstract and yet at the same time have a tone of advisement as well. Enjoy!

Infinity is a puzzle of many pieces. Every piece a beginning and an end. Today is history and tomorrow never comes. In between these times w

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Deep sadness left me in a state of great depression. Simple things became chores requiring more energy than I could seem to muster. Couldn't sleep, though exhausted. Never would my mind stop grinding its gears. Then of course, waking up and getting out of bed. All purpose and reason for living seemed to have left as quickly as the bullet that slammed into her skull. Getting out of bed was crappy, because then you have to mingle with countless people who look and whisper your tragedy to the person next to them, as if that would help them understand my desire for isolation, immobility, and deep melancholical silence...I could always see the pathetic attempt of pity and sympathy on their faces, they new nothing of empathy. No one had had to walk in the shoes I did at that age, therefore. relating to my tragedy was something they could never do, and something I needed someone to be able to do. My days , as well as my nights, were the most miserable moments imaginable. A time when tragedy brutally stole my childhood and ghosted me out of the age of innocence....I tried to connect to that sad, miserable child decades later...this piece was the result of that connection....

An afterword about "FallenOne Style"....I have fun in the doing of a piece. The creativity, uniqueness, of my writing is something that enjoy exploring. Early, I found I hsdca fascination with taking innocent little nursery rhymes. And then twisting them, wearing them. I would deliver an adaptive hybrid taken and infused with the dark emotions I needed to release, express...empty from the seemingly, bottomless depths of my souls vessel. I only do maybe one for every twenty I write, but I alwsyd enjoy each and everytime that I get to take something from a child memory and twist it into something deep, dark, and never conceived or attempted by any other poet to my knowledge. And though the emotions and feelings of each piece seem to often make my works appear to be a miserable choir for my soul to create, know, that it is in the weaving of these works, that I often find my greatest pleasures as a writer. The style, the form, the flow. Yes.....I like these things the most.

A little spin on a bedtime prayer...FallenOne Style

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Emotions...my memories often had stirred up emotions that once consumed me. I let them dictate who I was.. I ruined the better part of 13 years while trying to deal, cope, understand and express my pain, loss and sorrow in a healthier way. I found that way eventually through my poetry.

I now coin the phrase..."From great pain, comes great poetry." For surely, I would not have one if it weren't for the other. I finally found a balance for all those dark emotions. Learned how to suppress them, focus them, channel them, express them; but most importantly...I learned how to govern them, manipulate them, and trick them--i had to, it was the only way I could LOCK THEM DOWN, deep, deep within the abysmal dark fathoms of my soul. They play now only when I allow them to play.

Wrote this while I was in a dark mood...I should of tried it, but unlike my poem, I knew there was no waking the dead....