fallen from grace?...
we are bold, we are softspoken. we stick out and stand out and blend in and hide. we hurt, we are numbed and scarred, but most of all we feel. we are black, we are white, we are caucasian government hating assholes and african true blue americans. we are students, we are teachers. we breathe the words we write, we live not off the air, but of the electricity in emotion (or lack there of) we find there. we lie rigid on our backs, awake late at night next to psychopathic wives. we cry in the shower on our knees with our wet hair sticking to our backs and getting in our eyes as we contemplate the loss of our latest boyfriends. we hate our periods and our hard-ons that make us carry large notebooks in front of us or tie flannels around our waists. we change the world. we work so hard to put everything back the way it was. we are philosophers and philosophes and couch potatoes who don't think about it, just write down what forms in our heads. we have loved and lost and lost and lost and fallen in love again, we have hated and hated and rolled over and gone back to sleep. we are alive, we are dead. we're just like you, you're nothing like us. we're all in this together. we are fallen.
Welcome to the Fallen Poet's Society
In it for the romance? For the philosophical thoughts it envokes in you?
Are you in it for the lust? For the expressions of hot passion? For the pangs of desire it makes you painfully aware of in your loins?
"Why do I write? Because I find life unsatisfactory"
-Tennessee Williams
Poetry, prose, journals, timed writing assignments, it's all some half-hearted attempt to express what we feel onto others. We have ideas we want to share, emotions we want to explore, confessions to make, and desires to fulfill. We live through our writing. Today's society has pulled us away from that to tv shows like Loveline and Cops: Live in New York. Whatever happened to the intellectual side of life, the love, the loss, the passion, the raw emotion? 20th century life has taken that from us. The Nintendo generation has royally been screwed over by baby-boomers trying to deal with their stress and their jobs and their imposed labels. The Nintendo generation is just that, grown up on electronics and AOL and artificual feelings, artificial art, artificial lives. We've got to get back to understanding ourselves and taking the time to get closer to people. Americans have become cold fish.
"...elbow deep the border line... i feel something..."
-Tool
The Fallen Poet's Society is something that I have started to try and help myself and others find and understand our own emotions, and the so much more there is besides sex and violence. There is so much more.
This small compilation of poetry is only a mere sample of what I, and others who have decided to try to get away from society's new-found perversion of blood and cold-heartedness, have composed to try and feel something, to try to show someone something, to try to understand a litlte bit more and hate a little bit less. Please, read what you will and don't be afraid to email the authors about what you think.
The poetry and artwork of Seraiah and Raphael.
The poetry and artwork of nine talented individuals. Includes bios of each person, and his or her works.
There is still room to apply and possible join the ranks of these acclaimed poets! Follow the link for details...
An assortment of sites that I feel to be acclaimed in the field of poetry or prose.
If you have something you'd like to submit, please e-mail me at
UrielsPoet@aol.com and put something along the lines of "Fallen Poet's Society" or "Raphy Sucks" in the subject box.
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