My Name Spells Love, Not PainI think our namesMy Name Spells Love, Not Pain1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are something we grow into
And that the growing pains
Are more pronounced for some
Than for others.
I hated my name.
Had become a swear word,
Borne on the lips
Of playground antagonists
And the one who christened me.
Ache dully still
In the corners of my mind.
I've undergone a shift
From falling to flying,
Like a bumblebee
With poor aerodynamics
And an iron will.
Now it's time to write
And rewrite my name in Braille--
Sky blue E,
Hot pink I,
Two red S's,
With a teal overlay--
In my mind's eye
Until it spells love, not pain.
I will make poetry of it,
Into my verses,
Until I believe they're true.
I will sing along
With the Allman Brothers
That I'm someone to come home to
Until the song sings me.
And although I often flinch
When others say it,
My cheeks will always flush
And my heart will always flutter
And my knees will always buckle
Any time you say it
At random, like I asked,
Because it's sacred on y
Night BeachThe sun is settingNight Beach23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The ocean is flowing softly
People are playing in the sand.
Families are talking amongst each other
Food is being cooked
I am by my self
A 21 year old writer
Sitting at one part of the cove
But I am not lonely
In fact I am happy
To be at the beach at night
Skin DeepA mirror reflects my innermost haunting fears.Skin Deep1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Inside I'm screaming and flooded with invisible tears.
The ritual now begins,
A new cycle
A secret beneath the surface, that my skin can only tell.
No one knows I've been living in my own private hell.
And each time I defy reason and convince myself "I'm simply just fixing my skin"
And I scratch and I squeeze and I dig and I pick,
like I'm trying to find a hidden treasure buried within.
Hours go by, and my mind just lingers on one thing,
"Just this one, and then I'll stop", but then I just end up doing it over and over again.
And then at some point after the hours have flown by,
I'm too exhausted to keep going, and I see my face and I break down and cry.
I see all the red and I panic, "Oh God no! Is that blood?"
Overwhelming pain and guilt seeps in and buries me in a confusion flood.
These bloody constellations
Form a cold shattering realization
And an explanation
Of an excavation
Of the truth that I can not deny
I have done
Dreams To The HeartI know i dream but I dream of you I see you smiling at me as you walk by as I stare deep in your eyes and dream of you holding you close saying your name more an more of my dreams make me want these images to come true as I dream of us holding hands only does my heart beat more for you, racing to give you my heart and dreams, racing and dreaming dreams of you being my queen only in my dreams do i feel your passion for us to grow only in my heart can i see these dreams i dream come trueDreams To The Heart23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Possession and EntirelyAfter losing my best friend to diabetes and other diseases that run in the family, I met someone new. I didn't know their name but it started with a “d”, ended with an “n” and rhymed with 'possession' because after a number of years, I became their possession, I became theirs even though I didn't want to be.Possession and Entirely1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I grew up believing that happiness was temporary and sadness was permanent. I believed that I was not supposed to be happy ever. I believed that every time I was happy, that I would have to face consequences later for leaving my friend for a few seconds, minutes, hours, days.. days the maximum because my friend always found me after a few days and hurt me so I wouldn't leave for weeks, months, years.
The problem with my friend is that no one else believed me when I said they were there. I would ask them to listen to me, and they would, until I mentioned my friend.. then they would laugh or say that I wasn't.. ugh, what's that word? Distressed? Maybe.
But I k
UntitledEverything has began to feel numb, cold and clammyUntitled6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I not say a word to anyone.
About how I feel, how I worry, and how I wish I was dead - or at least feeling better.
I'm trapped. Trapped between wanting to lash out and calmly explain how I feel to someone.
I know that there is SOMEONE UP THERE who will always be with me and listen to me but...
I need another fellow human to be there for me too.
I want...to scream. But for neigh, I hold my tongue and keep my peace. Why? Why would someone want to listen to ME anyway?!
Oh...That's right. The real reason why know ones listen to me is because I constantly lie and say "I'm Fine!" or "I'm good!"
To spare them of having to listen to me - about everything.
They go ahead while I stay back and stay put in the same spot. Day after day.
I'm tempted, my fingers are itching to take a small knife and slowly slide it across the surface of my skin. But I won't do it because...I know that if I did it would hurt t
The Bitch In YouThe bitch in youThe Bitch In You1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw the bitch in you
She walked out and said hello
She smacked me upside the head And almost ended me, like I was Macbeth or Cyrano
I saw the bitch in you
She looked me in the eyes
With a heart full of jealousy and lies
Took advantage of my emotions And left me drowning in a tear filled ocean
I saw the bitch in you, she was hard to find
The bitch that said I'm less of a man,
For breaking down to cry.