Poem for somebody important - Everything Was Illuminated |
Yes it would seem that I had another revelation. It couldn't have come at a better time, AND it meant a swift goodbye to my writer's block. Result. Seriously though this one's not right cheerful.
Ever...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 02:15:00 PST |
MUSHHHH |
Oh dear, it had to happen. Spring has well and truly sprung, all the flowers are out and all the birds are singing; it does strange things to a poet.
Daisy Chaindaisy chainperfectbone china drygrasped...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Tue, 13 May 2008 02:11:00 PST |
Short whiney poem |
This is too short and whiney for my liking, but it does the trick. BLAAAAHHHHH my head's annoyinginginginging!!!
Untitled 3I can never give myself fully to the sunWhen it rises affectionatelyOver soli...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:32:00 PST |
Comedown |
The title is fairly self explanatory; it hurt to write this poem, it hurt to redraft it, and it hurts to read it now. I think the sheer abscence of serotonin is palpable, ha. But then what are Sundays...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 10:09:00 PST |
WAKE UP |
Isn’t it shit when you’re having a nice dream and OH you have to bloody wake up don’t you! Wish I could fall asleep in the first place (yeah that’s right it’s 20 past 2 i...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 06:29:00 PST |
I didnt want this poem to go to waste. |
Although I wrote this in mid January, during my "creatively obsessed with the idea that a new year means a new start" phase, for some reason something was stopping me from showing it off. Anyway, whic...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 06:39:00 PST |
Im shit at talking. POEM! |
I find that, when faced with a night time situation where my vocabulary and knack at slotting words together would be rather useful (if not crucial), I immediately lose any ability to form s...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 08:08:00 PST |
Early morning self pity/another "proper poem" |
Well actually it's not that proper, that would be a sonnet or something. Tried to write one of those once cos I'm well ironic. Failed. Nobody wants to read a shakespearean coke metaphor. Speaking of h...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 07:14:00 PST |
Proper Poems! (not for performance) |
Untitled - November '07
clouds filling up my glasses
and I'm down for the count
all XY are the same
but you seemed worth the gamble
liberation in your brief kisses
freedom in your idiosyncrasies
the...
Posted by JESS FALK poetry on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 03:55:00 PST |
