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Below are the all-time best Red Falcon poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Bottoms Up

I sit here and i wonder , why i have my soul in my lap and this pen in my hand, i've earn my stripes they said, and the blood is not mine to keep, but as the rounds tumble to the ground i lose more and more of my self , 

  i wake up to the sounds of automatic gun fire,this time ever so close, sweat drips from my body heavily, with only one choice , i move thru  the rocket propelled venom that's spitting thru my walls, i hear there screams as i tumble this body into the night torwards there cries, evil breaks the sound barrier has it rockets passed my head into the crooked pictures on the wall, i arrive , there they are two children, in pure terror , screams you've never heard and never want to. 
   
   i can only take one ,reaching down, i scoop up a boy, he as well is drenched in sweat, tears ,snot, and drywall,

   i exit the room crouched down i scream to my partner move! grab the girl!! 
here arms are over her head covering it like the depleted uranium rounds wont pierce thru her skull as they pass thru the house , again another piece of venom passes by my head breaking the sound barrier , reminding me , i am all alone , i can not go back , i must move forward leaving them, 

   i run into the never ending darkness with a boy in my arms and his little hands grasp tightly around me, we run , stumble thru the darkness, to are savior , a porcelain bath tub we collapse inside and i pray for the machine gun fire to stop, screaming her name hoping to hear her voice still. i hear nothing .

i dont care if you like this poem ,story whatever you want to call it, and i dont care about spelling errors , or poets or poems, it was solely for my peace.

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Bumps In the Night

the bumps in the night spark my curiosity,
evil things always have excited me,
is it the thought its darker than me?
or just the thought of bleeding on my knees

the absent from light are a part of me 
just like being human is my species,
the thought of deep dark creatures 
horde and fowl,
spilling from hell screaming like hell

high were the lights is not my concern
the the things i have done will keep me beaneath.
it's not that im scared or nervous or filled with dread ,
its how much i will enjoy sawing off heads
no repercussions insight 
the darkness brings my inner artist to life.

the tormentor they scream as i devour there souls
young,old there all Delicious,

reigning in hell will be oh so magnificent

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Melmoth the Wanderer

they say i'm mad cynical ,  im down for the pentacle. all i see is you me, spiritually we've come to be .. different in so many aspects, that i expect, that you regret, you  had the stones to make the step, that you now accept .. an eagles eye drops deep inside, and if you follow the tunnel ,you'll find your mind. nestled next to your sanity,insanity, post apocalyptic visions of the cryptic mystics, please regress they ramble there jaws as you battle your cause... they message your arteries ,as you fight to breath, taking everything ,take could, would, and should be.

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Simply Speaking

I saw your face delicate and tired .
Esacapeing from the hate I so admired .
designed acknowledge and help inspire.
 
Inside of your heart and mind I have many things.
None of which I have ever touched ,heared ,or  before ever seen
Within my heart you lay so dear , thats why I keep you far but near.

 To let you in would break a  rule . One that was made under the  ridiculous rule.
Of  a feeble minded bitch I could say the least , but to admit just one would be the least.
There might have been some souls before . But nothing touches the one I adore.

 Its you my love 
The one I keep 
Deep in my heart
and far from least.

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She Believes In Hell

She believes she loves alot.
but Believing in love she says  is an empty thought.
She claws and gasps for for this one true love.
But even when brought to her she turns and shrugs .

 Will she ever take what is rightfully is hers.
The chance to be loved ,held, carressed and adored
Time will tell like it shows all true things.
But will that man be there to hold ,heal,and mend those strings.
 
 Twisted and  tangled, life loves to weave .But for some the twisted path, it seems to be

 She believes she can love so much
But how can you love when you take so much .
All thats mine has always been yours .
So why do sneak behind closed doors.
 
 I only wish that she could see 
Some things in life are truly free
No recipient for are exchange
Not like the past , but true again.

 She says she loves with all her heart 
But if so ,why does she doubt .
Her ability to make such common choices
that most in life do without any hesitation.

 I'm never the one to make the choice .
But how long should I stand before its moist .
Stagnant,rotten and moldy.

"Hell has spoken there is no glory for the hollow"

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Eres Una Diosa

i take the time, redesign, the mechanical, but maniacal , lucid flow,  inside me .with no disguise in sight .. i motivate ,while i retaliate, permeate, while i desecrate. the catastrophe of this artistry limits me and humbles me, to make one sea, we all must be,, conjoined as one beneath the sun, its just begun so lets have some fun...