Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

Out of the Box

Wings of an Angel that are not so white...
                                             Mine are just a little discolored
                                                 from what should be right...
                                    I tried to sing but silence stole the stage...
                                              I'm now trapped in a box of
                                                 of words without a page...
                             I will scratch on these walls till it makes some sense...
                                            And then whisper a song until it
                                                     tears down the fence...
                             On the other side I shall stand upright with my pen...
                                             And in the air I will scribe from
                                                      where I've been...

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Judy Ball March 7, 2012 at 7:22 PM I think writing is the way we all purge certain demons. It's great therapy. A fine write here my friend. God Bless, JB

Dawn Mclaughlin February 27, 2012 at 1:29 AM I like very much Michael...x

Dinda Minardi February 25, 2012 at 10:05 AM This is greatly written. You dug inside you mind to gain all these creativity. Such a miraculous minds, you great poets, have here. :)

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 25, 2012 at 7:57 AM most descriptive write Michael luv.. going to my favs today .. but u know u are my fav poet right??? .. and those Angel analogies of your inner self are outstanding expressions luv.. enjoy a fun weekend... we are doing some sight seeing today ourselves..luv.. JG forever xoxoxoxoxo

Charmaine Chircop February 24, 2012 at 4:41 AM you will always find a way to write and give us music with your words.The song is in your pen which breaks the silence of each wall trapping inside who we are.Discoloured wings we all do carry,cos we are human after all.. So if there's someone with white wings that would be God above us all.Beautiful poem ,really sounds like music-tmfvs-Charma

Anne-Lise Andresen February 23, 2012 at 10:29 AM There is many good and brilliant writers here in PSoup and you Michael are one of them, very true indeed!Love "Out Of The Box"....Bravo!! - oxox love Anne-Lise

Carol Sunshine Brown February 23, 2012 at 8:48 AM I am enjoying reading a vast array of poetry this morning. I am glad yours was amongst the ones posted here that I was able to read and truly enjoy Michael. Love, Carol

Poet Destroyer A February 22, 2012 at 9:42 PM Michael, nice.. and expressive... thank you for sharing..pd

Debra Squyres February 22, 2012 at 5:24 PM Speachless !! Wonderful !!! Scribe in the air...wow !!

Deck Fitzgerald February 22, 2012 at 4:28 PM A most enjoyable read Michael , Declan ...

Cory Long February 22, 2012 at 4:28 PM love it our most inner feelings come from where we have been.. I loved this one my dear poet friend. cory