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Happy song

8/1/2013

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Happy happy happy
i'm so happy
ya!

Happy happy happy
happy I am 
so!


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fineerie

8/1/2013

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you
turn
sorrow
back 
and then
forth
I chased the night too late to
live right
I chased the moon so white
lies bright
I chased the tell-tell eyes to
silence whys

you 
turn
sorrow
back
and then
forth
I'll face the gods and howl 
wolf-like
I'll face the entombed dead and take
what is mine
I'll face the tell-tell eyes
until I'm blind

I'm blind, I'm blind, I'm blind
and I tell    tell        myself
i'm fine, i'm fine
it crawls up my spine
i'm fine
i'm fine
i'm fine
i'm fine, i'm fine
i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
i'm fine, i'm fine
i'm fine
                     
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The song about another song

8/1/2013

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This is a song about another song
the one i've been putting off too long
because i'm not much good for
a love         grah!
story          grah!
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect
dream


They all start with kissing
and then inevitably lead to fucking
what            is
love            grah!
anyway      grah!
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect 
dream


Go ahead and flaunt your wings
reach your hand across to me
oh, no         baby
i don't know
what you mean
it's better for a man like me
to disbelieve
in the perfect, the perfect 
dream

The love song

It's not your fault
that you fit my ideal
all i think is that your kind and sweet
all i know is i adore who you choose to be
in a thrush of blush our blood presses to our surfaces
mouths move our muscles grove to moist mutterances
when it's done i can't help but think its not just fun
it is only temporary
in the morning
i watch the birds fly
between the 
window frames
and our pair of 
I's
are like two black holes
absorbing
oh, no
i dreamed


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Escapees

12/27/2012

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The alarms are buzzing
two patients are missing
the magnets are broken
the orderly boys are chasing
the kids can taste liberation
freedom fuels their fleeing
the ones left behind scream in their minds
Run! Run! Run! Run!
the police have been called
they'll use their dogs
in their escapism
we are all glory eyed

They tuck themselves by a river bed
"Kiss me, I'm so cold," she says
he lands his lips his hands they grope
long suppressed love is made
their up again, running again
hearts elated, hand in hand 
against the sirens against the dogs
against the thoughts of
security in asylum
they pound the pavement 
to a place he knows that's safe
at least what's safe to them

Their figures caught in a spot
cop cast shadows against the fence
the boy he's cunning as fuck
drops his voice to say
"Go, baby. I'll meet you there.
Don't worry. I got this,
Their dogs are slow-minded. 
These pig's are nim-wits."
She runs away
only to hide
the siren's start, her ear's bleed
red and blue oscillations leave

She moves on
to the place 
where he said they'd meet up
there's a man on the doorstep
he beckons to her discreetly
she approaches wearily
"Have you seen him?"
"No we haven't."
He leads her in 
and down the stairs
to a circle of 
youngjunkysouls


He's being
handcuffed but
before he got 
caught he
fought like he might
die

She's being 
fixed up
taught it doesn't
matter it
doesn't matter

either
way you
look at 
it they are
caught--
--
--
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Fragile morn

12/27/2012

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fragile in the morning sofragile in the morning
sleepless i make the coffee strong
so fragile in the morning why so fragile in the morning
i twiddle my thumbs  
finding distraction 
from stirring my own
blood

it's the same sound the same voice
i fought a fight with last night
it's the same sound the same voice
i've been fighting all my life
if i
don't win
i might
die 

(instrumental)

i myself am bold, strong and noble
a genuine good-willed soul
i myself am bold, strong and noble and
i'm not the only one to struggle
with 
an unreal
mental 
anguish

i must abolish you
i must abolish you
i must abolish you
i must abolish you
you've con-
trolled me
long e-
nough

(instrumental)



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Turning Friends to Diamonds

12/10/2012

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friends gathered in a circle
like stones for a sundial
because i needed them to
keep a good time recollectable

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
the best of them turn to diamonds
when we start to shatter we come together
to share the pieces of each other

laughter, adventure, true love
sought after those crushing periods
with pals to patch your mind
refortifying the pass of time

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
the best of them turn to diamonds
when we start to shatter we come together
to share the pieces of each other

then there are those that are no longer apart
in this world of impermanents
they spread all the shards they were made from
and gave to me a permanent peace

and, i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
i'm so glad
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barrel fever

11/5/2012

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Led by the orderly to
another white barrel
empty like my
mind withdrawing
from
before
rehab kids are
talking outside
my door

the therapist affirms
you have to get along
you'll be here until
you're done

and the psych doc takes only
30 minutes to
redistrubute the usual
line of pills

the nurses all stare to see 
if you'll be a problem
and the other kids well they just
size you up

this feels just like a 
dream
this is my new 
home
and i am the 
new kid on the
block.


In containment we are
forced to focus
our own problems
resentfully held in as
what is
known
sourced from a common place
real world fucked
and teenage angst

i need my friends now more
than anything and 
they were all that kept me sane 
you took them away

our bad histories lead to
war stories 
and the kids here each share
their piece of the glory

though they're all different
they carry the same
desperate and disowned
blameful feeling

disassociate
abuse and rape
homelessness and poverty
homosexuality
problems in the family
and loved ones gone
through drugs and drugs and drugs.

Magnetically we are 
bound to be
in this place
cornered by society's
pitiless
inhuman race
depreciating hope for
our
selves

in a lethal blunder 
with his chosen apparratus
the nurses find him and emerge 
with a boy bleeding

haggard on the highs and
somber on the lows
though the nurses are more mature
they sometimes lose control

the kids are all silent
trying not to rethink death
until we're forced to ask 
why are you here

because you re-
mind me of a 
friend-
-------
and you're the kind of
people I want
to help.
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runsaway

10/25/2012

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runaway runaway runaway runaway
from before from our homes what is know our selves
our selves our young selves hoodlum kicking our old hells

there are others here 
like me on the streets
and one who i like
especially
and we're mad at the things 
that make us scream until we cry

abandoned 
and abandoning
the world is so cold, 
so cruel
so irrational 
rather turn our backs
and inoculate 
its apathetics
they tell us we'll go nowhere that way
but where has their world gone to
and they act like we should share the blame
they'll make you change you have to change
they'll make you change you have to change

or they'll press down their prowessed palms
and cage your emotions 
in the fingers of their hands
rip me away i'm intoxicated
rip me away i'm unstable
take me to a place that's safe
and you control how I grow

underneath it all 
we're just kids
testing drugs and alcohol 
some are suicidal
we're mad at the things 
that make us scream until we cry
rather see through narrow eyes and
laugh through blurry smiles
this is a good feeling thing
something to hold onto in the dizzy spinning
we may not know it all
but our youth-lust will lead us
through a vicarious self-
discovery
they tell us we'll go nowhere that way 
but where has their world gone to
and they act like we should share the blame
they'll make you change you have to change
they'll make you change you have to change

or they'll press down their prowessed palms
and cage your emotions 
in the fingers of their hands
rip me away i'm intoxicated
rip me away i'm unstable
take me to a place that's safe
and you control how I grow

you have to change
baby I have to change
or they'll rip me away
baby they'll rip you away
or I could just
run from

everything.


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Dopamime

9/24/2012

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Every time the ambulance drives by
I think you might have died

your powder and mask-error-a
captured suburban girl's fears
caught in pinned holed mirrors

take me to the corner then take me to your room
take me to a place where i can shoot down the moon

your powder and mask-error-a
captured suburban girl's fears
caught in pinned holed mirrors

belted and framed syringe drained
i take you to lie listen to you cry
the tracks on your arms 
trained to dopamine dreams

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the wind goes

9/23/2012

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oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

the chimes come together
make a different sound
then the problem that my head
keeps turning around

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

she brings me a 
gift of
flowers and leaves
a sleepytime tea


oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

like a raven's wing 
across my sky
black feathers
black feathers

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

the sun scratch-
es a fire's
progression
in dawn's ascension

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

breath of the
world presses me
back down
back down

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go 

The ket-
tle steams
the tea is
calming

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go

oo-
ooh
i watch the
wind go
the wind
go


It re-
minds me
to let go
its just so.


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