“Falling,” a Compilation

I Saw A Man

I saw a man hit the ground today

He recollected, falling helpless, memories.
Of knotted heartstrings, paper chains,
Silver rings are what remains.
Metered lines of loving loss, sleepless nights and cloudy skies
A universe full of brilliant stars, blacker than he.

He watched as life went flying by
As if through windows, familiar, blurred.
He blinked to clear it; ten months passed,
The time sinking downward like feather’s fall
to alight upon glistening blades of grass.

He wished, as he fell, for a gust of wind
To blow right then, back then, before.
He ate and breathed to feed his grief,
Mourning golden days of heroes and happiness,
Wholly broken, cast aside.

He recognized, inches away, reality.
Of believers, hidden love, visible only now.
He blinked to clear it; not enough time.
Metered lines of grief and loss, echoing still.
Yet all he saw were stars; undimmed, unbroken.

He broke on impact, spilling songs.
Of symphonies never composed, stories untold,
Scraps and echoes linger now.
They swept his hopes, mopped regrets,
But dreams stain the sidewalk now.

I saw a man hit the ground today.


Cliffhanger

The gap isn’t long
but the chasm is deep
looking off the edge
with life on the line

It’s not far to jump
but it’s so far to fall

Just a leap of faith
and your problems are solved
after crossing this abyss
happiness awaits

It’s not far to jump
but it’s so far to fall

It’s terrifying
standing on the edge
crumbling, intimidating
but you can’t help looking down

It’s not far to jump
but it’s so far to fall

You could just wait it out
no need to go just now
but the ledge is always there
whether or not you cross

It’s not far to jump
but it’s so far to fall

More crumbling
losing it
balance is hard
should you try?

It’s not far to jump
but it’s so far to fall


Super

I wonder if Superman ever had his doubts
if he felt a bit lost
or lonely
sad
If Lois left him
and Luther laughed
would he still call himself a hero?

He knows he helps
somehow
If people need him he’s there
I wonder if he helps himself
or if he knows he needs it
he’s invincible, right?
he’s a hero, after all

I wonder if Batman ever felt afraid
if he stopped to think
about risks
death
If his enemies didn’t share his rules
broke his spine
left him empty

If Alfred stayed silent
and the Joker laughed
would he still call himself a hero?

He knows he helps
somehow
If people need him he’s there
I wonder if he worries about himself
like the other people do
He knows he’s not invincible
he’s a hero, after all

I wonder if heroes ever stop to think
why do they do what they do?
would they still help out
if it left them lost
and broken
and if everyone forgot them
and if they didn’t know what to do
and if they weren’t sure they were still helping
would they still call themselves heroes?
nobody’s invincible
we’re all human, after all


Fear

I’m scared of heights
but not of falling

of boats
but not of drowning

of knives
but not of cuts

of life
but not of living

of death
but not of dying

I can balance
and swim
and handle a blade
I can breathe
and walk and talk
and love
I can hurt
but I can hope
and love

I am afraid
but I’ll do it anyway

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