• Prophecy
  • is writing a book..lol...title is undiscolsed until i get it patented


I stood tall for a while with my relief I'd sigh
I could look up and watch my hope fall from the sky
I picked you up once so you'd stand taller than the rest
& you pierced my soul the first chance you got and it hurt
the pain was deeper than any words could express
I must confess it was expected and I saw it was coming
but I just felt you ignorance wasn't worth confronting
I held you in my hands with a grasp so tight
that although I knew my fate everything would be alright
because knowledge is what you lacked most of all
you see I wasn't the only one to fall no lie
so before you kick back and take that relieving sigh
know that I held you & when I dropped you left my hands and fell faster than I
remember I AM the Prophecy and I bounce back fast
just like I did in you attempts to trip me in the past
so I admit you brought me down but what damage did you really do
see I may have fallen but I still stand taller than you!

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bforibus commented on Fallen


excellent sense of pride and such an inspirational poem. great write.

dave005 commented on Fallen


i Loved this one, well written with good imagery and emoitn

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Prophecy’s Poems (9)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Hope 2
Fallen 2
I come to you.... 1
submit and let go 1
Luminance (mislead and lost) 0
A Simple Look 1
Jinxed 1
Hush 0
Bustin Loose 1