Michael J. Falotico Poet Lyric

Behind My Words

I'm picking paper from the floor...
                                             Missing pages out my door...
                                             I never really told the truth...
                                      We were two in one that made a group...
                                          It was easier to mold my words...
                                   In a time where honesty was never heard...
                          
                                           I'm picking paper from the floor...
                                            Lost in pages I could not ignore...
                                              I seldom ever told the truth..
                                          You had me falling through a hoop...
                                           You never looked behind my lines... 
                                          So we melted in two seperate sky's...

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Lillie Williams November 12, 2012 at 5:07 PM I enjoyed reading this poem Michael. It kept my interest up, and the more I read, the more I wanted to read. Nice and excellent job!

Bl Devnath October 27, 2012 at 2:35 PM Excellent poem enjoyed bears a philosophy behind it. Enjoyed a lot. Loved always, bl

Cory Long October 24, 2012 at 7:09 AM Your words paint a beautiful picture allowing the reader to see your soul and heart. have a great day Cory

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 20, 2012 at 11:13 AM soup mail about done contest luv

Justin Bordner October 17, 2012 at 10:56 PM Its so easy to neglect the things that can give us the most - I respect your metaphor ' you never looked behind my lines...', there is alot of gravity to that expression - J.A.B. %

Vicky Tsiluma October 16, 2012 at 11:43 PM Wisely penned Michael! Words mean nothing if the meaning behind them goes unnoticed. Nice!

Carol Eastman October 16, 2012 at 1:59 PM Again a very original way to say what you did. Your poems intrigue me.

Poet Destroyer A October 15, 2012 at 7:53 PM Hello, Michael I'm intrigued with your 1st and 7th line,, it gives your poem a venture of the past, that should have been. Love this poem, and about that game... I've been in the hospital with my mother.. she is okay now!! I guess :-( :-( but, thank you for the reminder of the game.. LOL..glad i missed it... I knew you guys were gonna kick our football butt's.... oh! well maybe next year.. xox~pd

Andrea Dietrich October 14, 2012 at 2:57 PM wow, I love this, Michael. So we melted in two separate skies. That was sure a great ending!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 14, 2012 at 9:32 AM FOND MEMORIES SEEM TO LINGER MICHAEL LUV ..YOUR WORDS DEFINE THE MAGIC ONCE THERE SO STRONGLY .. ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL AS U SHARE DEEP EMOTIONS .. NOW I NEED A SUPER HUG FOR JETER LOSS .. BESIDES ANDY PETTIT JETER IS A FAV OF MINE BUT IBANEZ WILL STEP UP LUV .. KEEP THE FAITH .. HOPE ELI IS ON TARGET ..GO GIANTS .. ENJOY FOOTBALL SUNDAY .. HUGS TO U FROM JG FOREVER ..XOXO

Lucilla Carrillo October 14, 2012 at 8:45 AM Micheal; This is good. In a time where honesty was never heard. Good lyric. Thanks for sharing. Lucy

Anne-Lise Andresen October 14, 2012 at 6:38 AM Sometimes it is written more between the lines than in the lines ..... Very well written Michael. - (But, lying is not nice.) Have a lovely Sunday. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Russell Sivey October 13, 2012 at 9:15 PM This is a beautiful verse my friend simple beautiful! I really enjoyed your inspirational write that you have written! I just love this wondrous and positively fantastic poem! What a superior piece, Great Work!!

Kash Poet October 13, 2012 at 9:48 AM A great poem here Michael!Enjoyed the read.

Leo Larry Amadore October 13, 2012 at 9:26 AM I enjoyed reading this today...a nicely realized piece with quite a bit of meaning...(if it were my poem, I think I would add the word "and" at the beginning of the penultimate line and delete the last line altogether....)....but it is your poem, and it is, of course, yours to finish as you see fit! Good work.