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  The Call

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  Please come back to me if you were ever hear at all, My broken heart can only be mended by your Call. You were the roots that made my branches strong, You were those thoughts that made nothing seem wrong. You were the sun shining don to give me light, Now all i see is the darkest of all nights....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Broken Roses

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  I as a human am just an adorned rose, For when it rains, I quietly close. If you leave me alone I will shrivel and break, A rose, you see, can't handle much to take. My fragrance will fly unto a newborn soul, Thus resulting in a beautiful scarlet rose. My petals won't wilt, my petals...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Charcoal Sky

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  The charcoal sky releases heavens tears, After months of trying to stay awake, sleep in this pain slowly appears. I thought maybe he'd be the one to wait for me, I thought maybe he would let my pain be released. I fought my feelings for so long, Yet when i came around he was gone. Smile s...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Delicate Fingers

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  She holds the blade with her delicate fingers. Her aching soul and darkest thoughts still lingers. She doesn't know how to say goodbye. Or tell them all she wanted was to die. She appeared so joyous as if nothing could get in her way. Yet she never wanted to wake up the next day. She woul...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  My dad was drunk again. I hate it when he gets like this; so drunk he doesn't even realize what he's doing. "Dad, please calm down," I say as softly as I can, but loud enough that he can hear me through his garbled mumbling. He's pacing the floor. Well, as much as one can pa...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware II

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  THOMAS "You almost done dude?" Troy yelled over the music. I lifted the barbell again. "Almost. Four more reps," I said grunting at the weight. One, two, three, four. I cautiously let the barbell drop back to its place and picked up a towel. Troy slapped my back and handed me ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Never let the music stop

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  I don't exactly know what to write. i just sort of saw this pen that's shiny and black, and there was this blank page in front of me. i just wanted to write something. Okay, that's total bull crap. i was forced to sit here and write something. i was put in this "therapy" th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Riddles

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  My chest starts to cave in on my heart. That's what it'll take first. My soul is detaching from my body. That's what it'll captivate next. My whole life is full of riddles. That's what it tells me. My mind can't understand what's happening. That's t...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Never let the music stop II

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  "Run away from a ight, Hayden," she yelled. "That'll get you real far!" i ignored her and went into Toby's room. The light was off, but i knew he wasn't sleeping. he was so delicate and small. like if he fell, he would just shatter into a million pieces. i think th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Why, oh why?

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  Reds, blues, black, greys, yellows... So many colours fly by me in a whirl. Family, sports, picnics, school... So many memories flying past in a daze. Voices; deep, high, monotone... So many voices in my head, coming from all directions. Why, oh why can't this stop? The blazin...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Silently Falling Tears

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  A tear, so small and delicate, But opposite of a raindrop Whose noise is like a drum. A tear, so quiet and smooth… It trickles down your face While you silently wish that it could be seen… A tear, so invisible yet bold. It stands out so bluntly But is hidden by your mask. A tear, so ha...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Letters to Past Regrets Part III

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  “Please, may I have some paper and a pencil, Laurie?” the old man, Constantine Leroy, asked his nurse as she walked into his hospital room. “Of course, Mr. Leroy,” Laurie replied and hurried out of the room. Might do me some good to write to me boy, Con thought solemnly. Laurie hurried...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  He's Too Far Gone

  

  By Falling.Up., unknown, United States

  He almost opened his eyes last week. i don't understand it. why would he hurt us like this? didn't he see how much we struggled to help him? no. he's selfish. he doesn't care anymore. he never did. he almost opened his eyes yesterday. i just don't understand it. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Isolation

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in. Isolation is to feel alone in your dark corner. Isolation is to want but never receive. Isolation is hard. Isolation is loud. Isolation is to never be able to share your thoughts that haunt you. Isolation is to not have that one person to be ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  What's Wrong With You?

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  What’s wrong with you? You see that she hurts you see that he needs But you don’t care. You just wallow in your own self pity While they are starving for the love Of a father Of a mother Of a friend Of a sister Of a brother… You see that we hurt you see that we need But you don’t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Can You Hear It

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  He is here don’t you know The love He fights for us is so relieving Lift up your hands Lift up your voice The kingdom of Heaven is calling you Just close the noise coming from those around you and listen… Can you hear it, I whisper to you Can you hear the beautiful angels singing in h...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Letters of Past Regrets Part II

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  Dear Roman, You probably don’t have any idea who I am and why I am sending this letter to you. My name is Rosalie Evans and I am your mother. I hate to have said it so bluntly, but for eighteen years the thought of you having a different mother and father has just ate me up! You are most likely...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Lost Himself

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  He lost himself before the battle He lost himself in the battle His presence makes its' way to me As i cry for the loss Of the one who lost himself...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  When words fail tears fall

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  They keep me away From what I want today As if that will help This aching in my heart This missing part That should be filled Because I am left alone with none of my blood...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Letters of Past Regrets

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  Dear Nathan, I don’t know how to start this letter. I haven’t talked to you in a while. How are you doing? Do you have a family now? I’m doing great. I have a nice job in Denver, still not married though. But that’s okay with me. I guess I also wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, for what ...
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  This thought is known

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  Very sneaky he slipped in the night Always-careful not to make a fright He jumps and he slides He slips and he glides O’er the hills and through the woods He’s getting closer and closer to all of his goods The boy lies the boy steals The boy sneaks and the boy make deals Back in the days...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Unexpected

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  No one thought it would happen this way not even me, and that’s saying a lot considering I was his best friend. We’d been friends since kindergarten when he shared his crackers with me because I had forgotten mine. He was the nicest kid anyone could ever possibly know. With the best smile, laugh...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Double Take

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  C’mon Jenna! You’re going to be late for ballet practice if you don’t hurry,” I say to my daughter. My beautiful, wonderful daughter. She has her mothers’ eyes and smile. It was her mothers’ smile that had caught my eye the night we met. Her name was Kara. I had found that out from her...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Runner

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  New school. New state. New family. New life. I’ve been in six foster homes; been adopted and put back for adoption two times; ran away five times. I’ve been to nine different states. Utah, Pennsylvania, California, Idaho, Montana, Texas, Wyoming, Alabama, and my most recent one – with my sixth...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  The Message.

  

  By Falling.Up., Brownsville, OR

  I spend time with Jesus everyday and talk to Him. I know I may not hear an answer back, but I always know when he is there. I can feel his presence. A time when I really needed Him was when I found out I couldn’t talk to or see my real brothers. My birth mom, Melissa, has had five kids, all wit...