becoming nothingin the time it takes for you to register that my voice has shut off in the middle of a sentencebecoming nothing18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i will have snuck across the room
and hid myself in the darkest shadows i can find
and there i will sit and i will pick
and i will tear
and i will rip apart
every good thought i've had that night
because how dare i let myself have fun
how dare i forget that i'm afraid of everyone
how dare i feel- for even a second- that i am not the joke
the elephant in the room
anything at all
because i can boil my entire existence down to
i have spent years teaching myself
how to become nothing, part of the background, blend in with the wall,
hold my breath so it doesn't give away my existence
i have conditioned myself to believe
that i should take up the smallest amount of space possible
and i don't even deserve that much
how dare i breath oxygen someone else needs
how dare i take up a seat on the bus
and who do i think i am talking to,
no one wants to hear me anyway
push myself back
In A Servant's EyesIt's all just a simple,hopeless dreamIn A Servant's Eyes4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lavishing parties, colossal gifts, coming to me like a gigantic stream
I wish that this could never end
However sadly this is just a simple,hopeless dream as I'm awoken by my "friend"
He tells me to clean the place up from ceiling to floor
When I just don't want to be a maid anymore
I roll to my side and hope for the best
While he shoves me out the door and screams at me to get dressed
The other servants rise from their beds too
Wishing for the same thing as I which is long overdue
We clean the property from the ceiling to the floors
Until the man screams "YOU MISSED A SPOT!" and gives us harsh scores
I get them all the time, because I want to defend my friend
Servants get so much worse than the ones who play the perfects and pretend
Never Give UpGreatness once expected of me,Never Give Up9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While I welcomed mediocrity.
I'm ever striving to change.
The shame I wear
For not bothering to care
Haunts me every day.
Oh, how I've fallen,
My faith in self shaken.
Pulling myself up as by strings.
This mountain I'm terrified to scale
My skin turns deathly pale.
Here I mustn't dawdle.
Eyes turned forward,
My goal I run toward.
Now, I'm ready for battle.
Though thwarted by strife,
I take up my knife,
And slay all my demons.
FireMy dreams were filled with fire.Fire1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Flames would flicker like serpents tongues.
At times it was warm, gentle feeling, much like a campfire. Other times it was flesh eating, hair scorching, cremating fire that I never could escape.
Nights like those would cause my cries to be heard by the entire world.
However, I didn't scream for the pain. I screamed for the others I'd see, Burning just like I was.
There was a single difference though.
They had given up.