Entries By Tom Fall
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raise
I’m trying to raise myself. To bring myself up the the occasion. To expectations or maybe just an attempt at meaning something. But everyone knows everything means nothing. Right?
Posted By Tom Fall On 09.05.2010 @ 7:45 am
cheek
Cheek. On the face, a slap. A slap for being cheeky. It wasn’t really his fault that he had large cheek bones, but I guess in the end it just made them easier to slap.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.31.2010 @ 8:18 am
mist
I wake up and I’m in a world surrounded in mist. Like a smooth sheet of silk that rubs against the landscape in millions of interwoven connections. I feel trapped, yet free to slide through the white entrapments like a spider of the forest.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.24.2010 @ 9:40 pm
rustling
Rustling around in corners I can see. Maybe leaves or rats or just my mind reminding me that I’m still awake and my ears still work.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.24.2010 @ 8:06 am
understood
I understood the challenge, but that didn’t mean I was going to buy in to it. I hadn’t lost that much sanity. Others would think I had backed out. But wasn’t I already playing their game?
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.21.2010 @ 7:51 pm
under
We sit under the trees, hidden from the wind. The helicopters whirr above. It feels like a different world. We’re apart, detached. But my sun is your sun. You’re just a little closer to it up there.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.20.2010 @ 6:39 pm
saved
Saved in the grey box that sits in front of me. I try to escape this prison but the warden will never release his grip. Always there to save me when I begin to jump.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.15.2010 @ 12:29 am
sponge
A sponge and again I come back to my mind as a metaphor. My mind as a sponge or not so much any more. It got that dried up and smelly texture that can be reproduced by wiping up vomit and leaving the sponge in the sun to wrinkle and dry.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.12.2010 @ 5:50 am
whiskey
Whiskey. I received a bottle from my late grandfather once. It was called Blue Label. There isn’t really anything more behind that story. We weren’t close at all, though I know we really could have been. We were so similar.
Posted By Tom Fall On 08.08.2010 @ 11:34 pm
mud
Mud. Does it splash or does it stick? Does it ooze or does it slide? Like an avalanche mud balls crash down on surprised tourist in their final moments. How wonderfully cruel mud is.
Posted By Tom Fall On 07.05.2010 @ 8:51 am
common
A common place scene. A normal state of mind. With the sun out and a gentle breeze. How could the drudgery get worse. Emma sat up from the park bench and closed her mildly entertaining book with a unsurprising slap. She wasn’t really processing the words anyway.
Posted By Tom Fall On 07.03.2010 @ 7:06 am
spike
A spike in curiosity raises me from my stupor. What is this she’s babbling on about? Rights, free speech, a march against oppression? Soon I realise the words were only meant to shock and not to inspire at all, so I let my head once again fall in to the arm of my chair.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.29.2010 @ 3:14 am
beach
The beach. Sand, waves. Blue. Yellow. Grey. I remember grey sand. Kind of like sludge or grime. It was like holding billions of tiny black rocks. An unfitting beach for a beautiful coast.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.24.2010 @ 5:11 am
tide
The tide to wash us over. We will sway the tide of battle. Rise up and crash over. Like waves we will build. Surpass and overcome.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.23.2010 @ 9:56 am
bleach
Bleach. This word will forever be stained to me. Stained by adolescent fancies. Too bad the bleach is too weak to ever get it out.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.22.2010 @ 5:14 am
revolt
What will we need? What will be our spark? When will our time come. A time to stand up, challenge and fight. Will we continue to be hindered by our indecisions? No, it is our day. Our time, for revolt.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.20.2010 @ 4:22 am
without
Without is the absence of with. With or without, something is there. Or is nothing always there, lingering like a large cavity of absence of space? Without this thought, can we survive suffocated by the absence of nothing?
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.19.2010 @ 5:54 am
leap
I wanted to leap forward, not look back and not worry. But the gap was so wide, and the pit was so dark. I felt it’s jaws would swallow me whole.
Posted By Tom Fall On 06.18.2010 @ 3:03 am
