The sword fell to the ground, making a loud ‘clank’ as it hit the hard concrete. Then it was the sound of a thousand soldiers, the metal of their armor creating a loud crashing noise in the depths of the cavern. Fall, falling, fallen.
Discarded, now among the fallen she resigned herself to the fate of her solitude. It wasn’t always like this. As once before she was dancing in the clouds.
you in the mirror, illustrious.
staring back with your hooded eyes and luscious lips, even in the dying afterglow of morning’s light, you are still beauty.
you are still irresistible, the pinnacle of dorian grey, fallen.
ive written about this fucking fallen thing so many times, when will it stop. urgh. ive never fallen for anything and never would like to, i see my parents and oh my fuck, marriage, what a disaster is that huh? im not missing out on anything, deifntley
fallen. how many times have a i fall for a stranger i walked by across a street? answer is many, as strange as it is. and i wonder how many times theyve fallen back. god this sounds like pathetic poetry
I’ve already done this one, give me a new one… seriously. Like what do u want me to write here the same thing again? Pasted:
“I have fallen from the top of a tree and I felt as if the sky has unbeknownst to me destructed the unearthed beliefs that lay deep within my heart. I heard the sound of an aching bird struggling to stay a float, kept up by a very thin thread that threatens to be torn at any second.”
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Fallen. Haven’t I had this word just yesterday already?
Where does it come from now?
Fallen from the sky?
Fallen from a tree?
Fallen into my hands?
Oh, what kind of irony.
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I’ve fallen.
I don’t know how it happened, but
I’ve fallen
into a deep hole with no signs of
getting out.
Every move I make
to get out of this
dark
horrible
place
just hurts me
more than I could have ever expected.
To have fallen, one must have risen first. Is a cycle that we do, for if we fall me must rise? As it is said, “they have fallen and must arise anew to become one again.” I forget who said it, but it was worth saying, and truly understanding. Do we understand or not?
Silence has fallen. Favorite words from a favorite show. I just wish that they hadn’t come true. The year is 2020 TC, after the Time Council joined our league of planets. Who knew that the creators of that show had been so visionary?
Everything either comes to an end or falls. But when you fall you can either stay down or choose to get up and shine. There’s no where else better to go anyways, I mean you’ve already fallen. Just believe and rise.
Taeyong tidak pernah mengerti dan mengetahui, kapan ia terjatuh. Tapi nyatanya, ia telah jatuh begitu rupa. Begitu dalam. Ia lupa bagaimana mulanya, bagaimana caranya; tapi ia jatuh.
i had fallen down a huge cliff and i had broken my leg from the force of the impact once i had fallen i couldnt have got back up to the top of the mountain again i was distraught about not being able to conquer the mountain
fallen leaf lined coblestone path, bugs sliding fig leaf, damp dew run run, clicking tree tops and muscle headed raccoons pirouetting cross the bows, across dappling the pinwheeling fog.
“I’ve fallen for you.”
“What do you fucking mean, Alice? We met literally a month ago, we go on ONE life-changing adventure, then we declare our undying love for each other? What is this? A shitty romance movie?”
the fallen angels weep
as they descend
from their place in heaven
to the depths of hell
for they have sinned
and are no longer welcome
inside the golden gates
of paradise
but what is paradise
when you can’t be
who you are truly
meant to be?
they were once gods favorites
now cast aside
Like a kid’s broken toy
the funny thing is
they truly are broken toys
they were used
looked up to by humans
praised for being perfect
but is anyone or anything
ever truly perfect?
they weren’t
and they were thrown
away
is that what God wants us
to know
if we are not perfect
will we be sent to hell?
is there even a god?
does anyone hear
the prayers
that we all desperately send?
do all of our wishes
fall upon deaf ears?
do all of our dreams
mean a thing
to anyone
but us?
the fallen angels weep
as they realize
they have been played
used
broken
thrown out
and forgotten
the fallen angels weep
and so do we
as we realize
those fallen angels
are really just humans
they are human
and hated
because they are not perfect
they are hated
for the same reason
we hate ourselves
Fallen.
F
a
l
l
e
n
ever deeper, ever longer.
I don’t know what to think anymore,
for my whole existance is a bore,
I don’t believe I will ever die,
since I’m not sure whether
dying brings you to life.
They say that the mighty have fallen – well, I say they’re brimming with sh**. The mighty are sitting around this table right now. They’ve drunk your coffee. They’ve eaten your croissants and other buttery pastries that you bought at the café downstairs. They’ve taken a dump in your bathrooms and laughed about the smell. They may not be wearing armor or crisp, clean suits, but they’re still running the operations around here. And all they had to do was shake your hand and give you a shiny gold badge to make you believe you’d beaten them.
Ouch!
What?
What do you think?
I’m sorry I asked.
No. No… I’m sorry. Just edgy, you know. With…
I know.
I know you do.
We need to keep moving.
Yes. Let’s go.
The empire has fallen, and only darkness remains. Except for the red eyes that glow in the dark, there is nothing to be seen; the trees, the tanks, the military vehicles and the masses of armed, bloody soldiers standing at attention have all been swallowed by oblivion and then spat back out in the form of this ugly, dark emptiness.
I’ve fallen so many times
I’m inherently trained to jump up
because if they see you down
you’ll look as you’ve given up
you’re never gonna stop
chasing your goals
and growing and learning
and adjusting your role
so be brave and move forward
knowing well enough
that with the love you find
you’ll never lose touch
But, yesterday, when we were young, we thought that the fallen were instead the fallen might of giants Who’s splendor was what kept nightmares at bay and stood as stoic reminders of how to make the make-believe and dreams a reality.
Her palms hit the pavement and she felt skin being torn away from her knees. Fuck. She tried to stand up, but had to stop and steady her breath and slow her heart rate first.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up. It used to be funny, but now it’s a reality. This is what it’s like to get old. Suddenly you worry about falling. It’s not a fun feeling. I’ve fallen before and it’s scary. And the aftermath? Forget it. Don’t go breaking my heart. I’ve fallen in love before. It’s not worth it.
A fallen angel? Is that what you are? Listen the last time we had a fallen angel in here, the entire place turned to flames, and we had to evacuate, and two people died. So excuse me if we are not exactly welcoming, but we don’t serve your kind in here. Fallen angels, honestly, nothing but trouble, for everyone all the time.
fallen angels
such a cliché
yeah, I am a cliché
but listen
we have built it all on clichés
instead of scaffolding
i am lying again
on the bed you didn´t sit on
our beginnings never end
our endings always begin
again and again and again
with me wondering
how to improve the next time
if fallen feelings faded out
they´ll show up again
again and again
flawless is not the word
journey is
The Fallen Angel is a turtle who is circling in the mud, searching for the shell of its egg.
The sword fell to the ground, making a loud ‘clank’ as it hit the hard concrete. Then it was the sound of a thousand soldiers, the metal of their armor creating a loud crashing noise in the depths of the cavern. Fall, falling, fallen.
Discarded, now among the fallen she resigned herself to the fate of her solitude. It wasn’t always like this. As once before she was dancing in the clouds.
you in the mirror, illustrious.
staring back with your hooded eyes and luscious lips, even in the dying afterglow of morning’s light, you are still beauty.
you are still irresistible, the pinnacle of dorian grey, fallen.
ive written about this fucking fallen thing so many times, when will it stop. urgh. ive never fallen for anything and never would like to, i see my parents and oh my fuck, marriage, what a disaster is that huh? im not missing out on anything, deifntley
fallen. how many times have a i fall for a stranger i walked by across a street? answer is many, as strange as it is. and i wonder how many times theyve fallen back. god this sounds like pathetic poetry
I’ve already done this one, give me a new one… seriously. Like what do u want me to write here the same thing again? Pasted:
“I have fallen from the top of a tree and I felt as if the sky has unbeknownst to me destructed the unearthed beliefs that lay deep within my heart. I heard the sound of an aching bird struggling to stay a float, kept up by a very thin thread that threatens to be torn at any second.”
It’s really a cool and helpful piece of information. I’m
happy that you simply shared this useful information with us.
Please keep us up to date like this. Thanks for sharing.
Fallen. Haven’t I had this word just yesterday already?
Where does it come from now?
Fallen from the sky?
Fallen from a tree?
Fallen into my hands?
Oh, what kind of irony.
I see your blog needs some fresh content.
Writing manually takes a lot of time, but there is tool for this time consuming task, type in google; murgrabia’s tools
I’ve fallen.
I don’t know how it happened, but
I’ve fallen
into a deep hole with no signs of
getting out.
Every move I make
to get out of this
dark
horrible
place
just hurts me
more than I could have ever expected.
To have fallen, one must have risen first. Is a cycle that we do, for if we fall me must rise? As it is said, “they have fallen and must arise anew to become one again.” I forget who said it, but it was worth saying, and truly understanding. Do we understand or not?
Silence has fallen. Favorite words from a favorite show. I just wish that they hadn’t come true. The year is 2020 TC, after the Time Council joined our league of planets. Who knew that the creators of that show had been so visionary?
Everything either comes to an end or falls. But when you fall you can either stay down or choose to get up and shine. There’s no where else better to go anyways, I mean you’ve already fallen. Just believe and rise.
Taeyong tidak pernah mengerti dan mengetahui, kapan ia terjatuh. Tapi nyatanya, ia telah jatuh begitu rupa. Begitu dalam. Ia lupa bagaimana mulanya, bagaimana caranya; tapi ia jatuh.
Pada Doyoung.
i had fallen down a huge cliff and i had broken my leg from the force of the impact once i had fallen i couldnt have got back up to the top of the mountain again i was distraught about not being able to conquer the mountain
fallen leaf lined coblestone path, bugs sliding fig leaf, damp dew run run, clicking tree tops and muscle headed raccoons pirouetting cross the bows, across dappling the pinwheeling fog.
“I’ve fallen for you.”
“What do you fucking mean, Alice? We met literally a month ago, we go on ONE life-changing adventure, then we declare our undying love for each other? What is this? A shitty romance movie?”
the fallen angels weep
as they descend
from their place in heaven
to the depths of hell
for they have sinned
and are no longer welcome
inside the golden gates
of paradise
but what is paradise
when you can’t be
who you are truly
meant to be?
they were once gods favorites
now cast aside
Like a kid’s broken toy
the funny thing is
they truly are broken toys
they were used
looked up to by humans
praised for being perfect
but is anyone or anything
ever truly perfect?
they weren’t
and they were thrown
away
is that what God wants us
to know
if we are not perfect
will we be sent to hell?
is there even a god?
does anyone hear
the prayers
that we all desperately send?
do all of our wishes
fall upon deaf ears?
do all of our dreams
mean a thing
to anyone
but us?
the fallen angels weep
as they realize
they have been played
used
broken
thrown out
and forgotten
the fallen angels weep
and so do we
as we realize
those fallen angels
are really just humans
they are human
and hated
because they are not perfect
they are hated
for the same reason
we hate ourselves
Fallen.
F
a
l
l
e
n
ever deeper, ever longer.
I don’t know what to think anymore,
for my whole existance is a bore,
I don’t believe I will ever die,
since I’m not sure whether
dying brings you to life.
They say that the mighty have fallen – well, I say they’re brimming with sh**. The mighty are sitting around this table right now. They’ve drunk your coffee. They’ve eaten your croissants and other buttery pastries that you bought at the café downstairs. They’ve taken a dump in your bathrooms and laughed about the smell. They may not be wearing armor or crisp, clean suits, but they’re still running the operations around here. And all they had to do was shake your hand and give you a shiny gold badge to make you believe you’d beaten them.
Ouch!
What?
What do you think?
I’m sorry I asked.
No. No… I’m sorry. Just edgy, you know. With…
I know.
I know you do.
We need to keep moving.
Yes. Let’s go.
The empire has fallen, and only darkness remains. Except for the red eyes that glow in the dark, there is nothing to be seen; the trees, the tanks, the military vehicles and the masses of armed, bloody soldiers standing at attention have all been swallowed by oblivion and then spat back out in the form of this ugly, dark emptiness.
I’ve fallen so many times
I’m inherently trained to jump up
because if they see you down
you’ll look as you’ve given up
you’re never gonna stop
chasing your goals
and growing and learning
and adjusting your role
so be brave and move forward
knowing well enough
that with the love you find
you’ll never lose touch
But, yesterday, when we were young, we thought that the fallen were instead the fallen might of giants Who’s splendor was what kept nightmares at bay and stood as stoic reminders of how to make the make-believe and dreams a reality.
Her palms hit the pavement and she felt skin being torn away from her knees. Fuck. She tried to stand up, but had to stop and steady her breath and slow her heart rate first.
I’ve fallen and I can’t get up. It used to be funny, but now it’s a reality. This is what it’s like to get old. Suddenly you worry about falling. It’s not a fun feeling. I’ve fallen before and it’s scary. And the aftermath? Forget it. Don’t go breaking my heart. I’ve fallen in love before. It’s not worth it.
The Democratic party has fallen from its ideals. “Progression is the only way forward. Be Progressive”
A fallen angel? Is that what you are? Listen the last time we had a fallen angel in here, the entire place turned to flames, and we had to evacuate, and two people died. So excuse me if we are not exactly welcoming, but we don’t serve your kind in here. Fallen angels, honestly, nothing but trouble, for everyone all the time.
“So, fallen anel huh?..”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Did it hurt when you-”
“Finish that sentence and I will drop you from heaven.”
“Alright calm down.”
fallen angels
such a cliché
yeah, I am a cliché
but listen
we have built it all on clichés
instead of scaffolding
i am lying again
on the bed you didn´t sit on
our beginnings never end
our endings always begin
again and again and again
with me wondering
how to improve the next time
if fallen feelings faded out
they´ll show up again
again and again
flawless is not the word
journey is