Unfortunate ThingUnfortunate Thing8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing
Whom I found in our garden shed
Hes seven foot two, with shiny black nose
And horns on the top of his head
Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales
Which hadnt been polished for years
All covered in dust and speckles of rust
From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost
A vision of gloom and despair
Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing
Needing some comfort and care
Poor Thing said I, Whats the problem
whatever is troubling you?
And proceeded to give him a cuddle
( .which proved quite a hard thing to do)
Whilst blowing his nose on some sacking
Still sobbing, he tried to explain
How his rather unfortunate features
Had caused all his troubles and pain
I love all the creatures of nature
I love all their beauty and grace
But they all run and hide when they see me arrive
Because of my hideous face
And oh, when I look at the flowers
Lego and RainbowsIt used to be simpler.Lego and Rainbows5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Workloads were lego
and gameboys were bigger.
The world was greater
when rainbows were an end
to be followed, by the intrepid
and yelling storm-chaser.
How to spend my gains,
when youth drifts further
and further away?
On more lego? The toyseller
would laugh and say
I was mad. So I shall show
to the world that I am old-
Swear on my quietly thinning soul,
at rainbow's end I found no gold.
Little DreamerIn the corner of the garden is the tree where dreamers meetLittle Dreamer6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
So sleep little dreamer sleep...
Let sweet slumber take you little dreamer close your eyes
And I'll meet you in the garden where we'll dance with fireflies
We'll search for fallen stars that have crashed into the sea
We'll outrun the sands of time, little dreamer, you and me
Capturing moonbeams in bottles, sending wishes on the breeze
Lying back in the long grass under the canopy of trees
Watching as night fades away and the sun begins to rise
Now it's time to leave the garden little dreamer open your eyes
In the corner of the garden is the tree where dreamers meet
So sleep little dreamer sleep...
warning: fragile.no, no, please don't hit him.warning: fragile.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
look, linda, he's all ready,
all ready to give you all he has,
all of it.
put that down, it's too
long too pointy too dangerous
- ouch, don't, just don't -
he would crack open his mouth and
deliver happiness wrapped in garish
greens and arterial red from his ribs
and his hipbones, give you the fireworks
and confetti right from the spaces
between his clavicle and legs.
his limbs are far too sluggish to-
- justfightbackyoucowardjustfightback -
he'll do anything, yes, he knows
you're mad; you can't reach what
you want, he has too many layers.
he knows frustration raises your
hand and exasperation brings it
down and that hope-for-more just
tears him ap[parently, it's ]art.
ouch - no, please - ouch.
he has been dropped too many times,
battered by too many child-hands. his
pieces have lay broken on the floor and
no one cared to pick up anything but
whatever sugar they could get, because,
of course, no strings attach
Kevin 11000 out of reacha chance metingKevin 11000 out of reach6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
this is kind of a back story to my kev out of the n.v dev story ( kevin side of the story) where just like in the ken 10 ep Kevin had never gotten out of the null void at the age of 16 or earlier and had never gotten to know gwen as a teenager now as adult's kevin kidnap her what will happen when they end up spending a lot of time together how will kevin and gwen began to feel about each other when they begin to get to know each other
warning some milled mature content
kevin 11000 walked throw the empty city head in the clouds it was 1:00 am and the sun wasn't even up yet he was having a hard time sleeping as angry thought's fulled his head "he had spent most of his teenage life in the null void he had been stuck in the null void from the day benjy had put him in there when he was 11 year old that miserable hell was h
+Lorax+Lorax: Alternate ending+Lorax+7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The once-ler threw the seed,
so perfect and so round,
and the seed let off a quiet sound,
as it bounced its way to the boy,
now having a heart full of joy,
as if it was the best treasure ever found.
The boy picked up the seed,
And finished off his deed,
by running oh so fast
and stumps and stumps he past,
for the forest would soon get a feed.
He found the Lorax,
behind the smog of smogs,
his face so dim,
and mourning with the sadness,
and having little madness,
but more looking grim.
But the boy shared his tale,
and how it looked like a fail,
but he never let in,
instead, fought with a grin,
and showed the seed on his nail.
The Lorax smiled, as he did,
and ran as fast as a little kid,
and finished the need,
of planting the seed,
for his pain just flew and hid.
He dug a hole in the ground,
for a home, the seed had found
as the Lorax gave it water,
he'd raise it like a daughter,
and covered the seed in a big dirt mound.
Now, that Truffula tree grew,
and sprouted a
All Cats Have Asperger SyndromAll Cats Have Asperger SyndromeAll Cats Have Asperger Syndrom6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
By Kathy Hoopmann
The First Signs of Asperger Syndrome are usually picked up very young.
An Asperger child looks at the world in his own unique way.
He likes to be near those he loves...
But doesn't want them to hold him...
Preferring squishy places to a hug.
Instead of coming to people for comfort he may be overly attached to a toy...
Or a pet.
It's possible he may be extra adventurous with no sense of danger...
And he uses up some of his nine lives all too quickly.
An Asperger child often has exceptionally good hearing...
And loud sounds and sudden movements may scare him.
His other senses can be heightened too, such as touch...
Yet things that bother other people may not bother him.
He's often fussy about what he eats...
And wants the same food presented in the same way day after day.
He isn't interested in the things other kids his age do...
When he's forced to mix, he doesn't know how.
Other kids make friends...
But don't invite him to pl
Nursery RhymeTen little Indian boys went out to dine;Nursery Rhyme5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One over slept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there where three.
Three little Indian boys walking in a zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hung himself and then there were none...
Norway x Male!Reader (Let it go, Songfic)Norway x Male!Reader (Let it go, Songfic)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the queen. The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside, couldn’t keep it in heaven knows I tried.
He stood on the mountain, looking out over the town. He was quiet as another came up by him. Silently the two faced each other and mirrored a stoic look. Their hands overlapped and a spark of magic appeared, growing steadily larger. They dispersed their hands and the magic created a wave of power, blowing the snow off of the trees. The flurries danced around them.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see, be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know. Well now they know. Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back any more. Let it go, let it go, that perfect girl is gone. Here I stand, and here I’ll stay, let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered me anyway.
They created a howling snow sto
Wise words or somethingGive a kid a camera and it will think he is a photographer.Wise words or something3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
But give a kid a red towel he will tie it around his neck so it will be like a cape and run around jumping on most things saying that he is superman.
Go to Sleep - ExtendedGo to Sleep (Extended)Go to Sleep - Extended7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Ill hold you gently,
support your head,
tuck you safely up in bed
read a story
of wonder, glory,
wish you dreams
of peace and love.
Ill sing to you
of gentle things
tinker bells, butterfly wings
til you fall asleep
gone those restless nights
When you wake
to the morning light
song thrush, robin
and on your shoulder
will softly alight
to banish for now
the dark of night.
Zutara smugYou know you love meZutara smug7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You know you need me
You know you want me
You know Im beautiful
I know you love the way I smile
The way I move
The way I talk
I know you love everything about me
You know I need you
You know I want you
You know I think youre perfect
You know what I love
You know how to treat me right
You know everything about me
You know I love you
Make-BelieveA ship and a breeze—Make-Believe1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word
If I had only these,
I would sail on the glassy sea;
Or a dagger and shield
I could fearlessly wield
And slay a mad dragon or three!
But these things have I none,
A pearl and a rose,
If I had only those
I could wake fair Penelope;
And a saddle and steed
Are all that I’d need
To join ranks in the cavalry!
But those things have I none,
But. . .
Ink and a pen,
If I had only them,
I could write of the story of me:
How I sailed along on a barbarous sea,
and slew the dragon armies three,
and rescued fair princess Penelope,
and rode home at the head of the cavalry. . .
And wrote of t
Face Book Conversation lol XDDMiranda:Face Book Conversation lol XDD7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
u r blah
u are nothing
ouch. that one really hurt. real witty miranda
AT LEAST IM NOT SHORT
WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT YOU COULDNT EVEN SEE THEM WITH A MICROSCOPE!!!!!!!!!
i had an ed moment
u always have ed moments
u just try to copy his coolness
cause u have none
pshh. i dont try to copy him! it just so happens that we both dislike being called short. but i would just like to mentionthat he is shorter than i am!
i had no idea
well, at least anime ed is shorter. i dunno how tall he is in the movie....
taller than u probably
and these emoticons suck
DA ones r bettr
miranda, if all u care about are emoticons in a conversation. its probly a pointless conversation. hehe
it is kinda pointless talking to u while your in the same house as me
point in case, STOP TALKING TO ME
i noe u do
elisa and math.elisa wakes up in a house where the heat doesn't turn on and the stove ran out of propane 11 days ago.elisa and math.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
she goes to the bathroom first to check on her split lip.
it's healing nicely so she'll have to remember not to pick at it.
it's only 7:34 and her new father leaves the house at roughly 7:52, so she has to wait.
school starts at 8:15. meaning if she runs she won't be late for the 26th time this year.
every time she bursts in the door, she can feel ms. m's eyes on her.
they're an honest shade of blue and she only marked elisa late the first two times.
that was before elisa started coming in with dishonest blue and black eyes.
but elisa has never lost count and is waiting to get detention as an excuse to not be home on time.
her new father is always home for lunch when she comes home from school.
she drags her feet and doesn't speak.
but sometimes that doesn't work.
this morning elisa counts the number of bruises on her small arms.
5 fingers, 5 fingers, gripping onto each arm equals 10.
sleep among youhush little babysleep among you5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
don't you cry
not everyone in life
will tell you lies
now ease your sobs
she'll hear you sniff
then momma's gonna
call you a piece of shit
depending on the context
i flash back
to my apart-
and miss the red
steel front door,
and the free
nasty macaroni on Sundays
and some days i even
miss the bullies;
they gave me
something to oppose
nowadays, i fight
the void, and for my existence
slipping into it, but what's
the point, i've seen an
innocent girl's belly grow
and good, gonna-be-someone
daughters turn into hoes
and this is how their
puff little lady
fade those eyes
your heart says you need
this so fuck the price
on welfare with kids
no child support
now you gotta make a
living like a low-life whore
and what's more is,
the door is open
whenever i go back
like i'm invited to return
to my childhood and
unpack, but my vision
of the other side is black,
my old home isn't my home,
just another excuse
for the happiness
i lack t
Cookies"I give you a cookie, you give me a cookie: we have the same amount of cookies, plus a friend.Cookies4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I steal a cookie from you, You steal a cookie from me: We still have the same amount of cookies, but also an enemy"
My Name is AutismMy Name is AutismMy Name is Autism6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Hello. Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is autism. Perhaps you know me or know of me. I am a condition, "disorder" that affects many people. I strike at will, when and where I want. Unlike Downs Syndrome or other birth "defects," I leave no marks on those I strike. In fact, I pride myself on the ability to infiltrate a child's life, while leaving him or her strikingly handsome. Many people may not even know I am there. They blame the child for what I cause him or her to do. I am autism and I do as I please.
I am autism. I strike boys and girls, infants and toddlers. I find my best victims to be boys around the age of 2, but any child will do. I like children and they are always the true victims, though I take hostage the others in the child's family as well. It is a bit like getting two for the price of one. I affect one child and "infect" the entire family.
I am autism. I strike rich and poor alike. The rich combat me with education and therapy. The poor
Who am I?Who Am I?Who am I?2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Snow is white and Ice is blue
Winter is nipping you
On your ears and on your nose
On your lips and on your toes
Who am I?
A playful smile on a cheeky face
I never stay in one place
Up high or down low
You shall always feel the cold wind blow
Who am I?
As the day comes to an end
I have no home to make amends
And as the children get older still
I shall stay in this body till
The children have their memories lost
For I’m the one and only
The RiddleThe RiddleThe Riddle10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
What glitters and glimmers,
sparkles and shines,
And can be of the magical kind?
These mystical yet elusive things
had once been in the vaults of kings.
But now they are beyond all sight,
for thieves had taken them by night.
So tell me now what you would guess,
and I will grant your greatest wish.
.the girl who flew on light.i remain..the girl who flew on light.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
i am the vault of each secret of the stars.
i am the lights carrying each sailor to safety.
i am the dream voice healing your wounds,
draining you of blood and breathing in blue.
i am the light.
the Dread of the Night.
every night i hypnotize
the very children of the earth,
who bulge out of the ground
but cannot break free.
their faces i see with eyes and mouths naught,
their tongues i see battling with its flexibility.
muffled cries of desperation,
all my lovers scream.
i need a lover i do not need to love.
rest i never shall, til each unbroken
shall be broken once more.
i am the light.
Llorar en silencioLlorar en silencio9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Se supone no debería estar sola
¿No era que alguien cuidaría de mi?
¿Por qué a nadie le importa si me duele?
no es justo... es como llorar en silencio
Anoche nadie vino a contarme ningun cuento
a nadie le importó si tenía frio,
nadie me arropó, a nadie le preocupó
nadie supo si esa noche tenía pena
no es justo... es como llorar en silencio
Ayer solo buscaba un abrazo
donde cerrar mis ojos y buscar descanso
en cambio sólo recibí tu fria mirada
poco te importaba si por dentro me desangraba
no es justo... es como llorar en silencio
¿Por qué haces como que no existo?
¿Por que aún tus labios no pronuncian un "te quiero"?
¿No se supone que amarme estaba escrito?
y no me miras y no me tocas
¿Acaso crees que eso no me duele?
Claro! nunca lo haz notado
porque aunque ya estoy grande... y no te necesito
Aún sigo llorando en silencio