Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes
The Merry TownRun run little oneThe Merry Town16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Run run till the time has come
Along the strange but merry trail
That Seekers will come to find shells
But until the sun dies down
You will always find adventure in the merry town
Across the horizon and past the sea
The merry town is as happy as it's believed
With people dancing far and wide
All the way to see the circus on the dancing tides
All day and all night
These people come to cast their fright
To go and find another life
With their cares all cast away
They play and play until daylight's rays
And there is where the fun will stop
Because they are limited on how they sought
To become as real as the day
But until then they have to stay
Fading into the sunlight's rays
StringsThat’s not how friendship works.Strings5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's not how any of this works.
He doesn’t see anything.
How we’re living next to each to each other, instead of together.
This won’t work, old lad. It won’t.
I’m not for free. At least I will
Take your love. All of it. Territorial desires.
We’re still predators, you know.
Now say amen
And shut up until I’m somebody else.
Until you sucked all the war from my tongue.
You’re not angel enough to be a good death.
I can’t possibly love you this way.
You’ll remain missing overtures
And a door that is locked.
Something that is not quite me
UntitledThis abysmal rain,Untitled14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it matches the sound of my pain,
I try to run,
but I can't escape form it hun.
Now I'll let my blood run down the drain.
Antique LoveAre my feelings antiquated to you?Antique Love6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just a relic from the wreckage
Of your feckless past?
Then my guilt is dated.
You hold no more sway.
I tie stones to you, witch,
And watch you sink beneath me.
There is brick dust on my door step,
And black salt in my pocket.
At night when you try and sink
You’re rearing teeth into my bowed soul,
I nail my hands to my heart
Like a notice of eviction,
And command you to leave this vessel!
It leaks no more under your downpour,
The volcanoes inside me have not quieted,
You will never douse out my rites of life,
I celebrate my liberation from my home.
I hope one day you’ll make yourself
Grow bored, finally all tuckered out,
And maybe sit down and let yourself
Feel something other than anger.
UntitledMalevolent. Treating me like my feelings irrelevant. Walk into the room and they're right there like the elephant. The look in your eyes that reveals the truth, shot into my head like John Wilks Booth.Untitled13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The silence, the virtue.
The pain that won't hurt you.
Every little thing, of each and every day.
Confidence, belief. Assurance, conviction. All this back and forth like a crippling addiction.
I was blind, helpless.
Words I don't understand.
Through the shining light, all I saw was your guiding hand.
I was dumb, clueless. Void of reprimand. I truly believed I was able to do this.
GiftArtGift17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The making of art does not require much
And yet it requires
A hand to hold onto, wrinkled, pudgy or lithe
A whisper to capture like a firefly and stow away in yesterday’s pants pocket
Two tubes of pigment and a bottle
Ink for the blackest of blacks
Against the drips of mascara tumbling down the bags of my eyes
Three pencils to grasp onto,
One: to teach patience
Two: to teach concentration
Three: to teach courage
And the grays in between to teach compromise
Two chipped coffee mugs,
Weathered and beaten with brushstrokes and lipstick stains from the nights
I remember eating alone; you loved the sea
“Happy Birthday. I’m sorry this is all I could get for you.”
“You drew this?”
Two toned- paper and I spiral through a tunnel, one stroke up, down, left, right,
A rustle under the blankets and I see your eyes
Waking up to the moonlight
“Tell me a story, mommy”
Jade swirls into lavender, the princess breaks free
Today Was Yesterday, But With a TwistPut on the white cloakToday Was Yesterday, But With a Twist18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you Journey into town.
Cover every nuance
Baked in god and stoned in the spirit.
Shout out your name so all shall hear it.
Never ease the ache through the days your aren't committed
And in their hand, upon every face all will have spitted.
But you finally got there just to hate the holder
And you never exchange again, only look around the shoulder.
Soil and seed keeps bonds of hell together
And when failing, never scare is medication for this endeavor:
Liquid and Smokey,
Foreign covered places.
And in other worlds
You find revealing stasis.
Have fun in the temple
And stay away from me.
I have no reason to care
About your grand atrocity.
I hope your mind withers away and dies
Like all of your hopes and dreams.
You never fought adversity
You only plucked at it's seams.
The Wanderer: When I Was YoungThe Wanderer: When I Was YoungThe Wanderer: When I Was Young21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young
I knew I wanted
To wander around the world
To climb up mountains
To wander without stop
To run away from this world
I knew I was to enter the a whole new world
I knew I was going wanderer secret paths of the world
To find where the saddest people are
To be a wanderer
I knew that when I young
And my name is Alice
Va plutot cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphereRongé par des idées suicidaires à cause d'une fille,Va plutot cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphere22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mais arrête de me faire chier avec ta crise de lycéen.
Comme tous les autres c'est du réconfort que tu recherches,
Va le chercher ailleurs,
Je n'ai pas été enfanté pour réconforter le monde.
Je le sais que tu passes tes soirées en larmes
Dans tes draps à attendre que les secondes passent,
Je le sais que tu camoufles ton désespoir
Derrière des masques de "dark connerie"
Va plutôt cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphère
Et arrête de croire que ton entourage est plus heureux que toi !
J'attends que tu caresses ta peau à coups de cutter,
Et si tu ne veux pas le faire pour toi au moins fais-le pour moi.
C'est difficile de vivre lorsque plus rien ne te satisfait,
Ni la musique ni les jeux vidéos,
Tu n'arrives plus à étudier,
Tu foires tous tes partiels,
Va plutôt avaler cette plaquette de somnifères.
Pandora MotherFrom the watch towerPandora Mother18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of my pride,
The minor chord
Of my self-esteem
Carries on the wind,
Like an overblown ego.
The routine of the critic
Doubled over with disgust
For my whole fucking world.
None of you matter,
And neither do I.
Even my idols
They age and they die.
Meaningless when why
Is just an empty word
The slang of my suicide:
Lonely complex of voyeur convex
My mind is a New Orleans dome
With homeless thoughts.
Your memory is a shit stain
In my guest room.
Some filthy joke I hideaway
To entertain the unsavory
And keep our love at arm’s length.
Your heart is dybbuk box
Of unclean thoughts,
Pandora who eavesdrops
At my confessional box.
I want you to know
I get off when you struggle;
A gremlin pissing on your future
Far from subtle.
Ironic ghost of the grid
Who is without guilt? Those without sin
No freedom without frisson
No church in the wild
So fuck your redemption.
Blinders on that suffrage
Don’t hear no recompense
In that utterance.