A random revelationIf ever God makes up his mind to trash me in hell..?A random revelation3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Without a question, worry or care,
I'll walk down there.
Macht der BuchstabenMacht der Gedanken? Gedankenmacht?Macht der Buchstaben2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Es heißt ein gesprochenes Wort hat die Macht die Welt zu verändern.
Was du gesagt hast, kannst du nicht mehr zurückholen.
Das gesprochene Wort hat eine Schwingung.
Es ist frei, es schwingt, es verändert...
Was ist mit der Schwingung des gedachten Wortes?
Was ist mit der Schwingung des geschrieben Wortes?
Des gelesenen Wortes?
Des geträumten Wortes?
Wo fängt es an, wo hört es auf?
Wer hat die Macht?
Wann muss ich beginnen mich zu fürchten?
© Denise Barth, Nov. 2014
I'm always there...I'm always there when you fell, yet you say you were fine,I'm always there...3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm always there when you feel lonely, yet you say you just wanted it
I'm always there when you got hurt, yet you decline my help
I'm always there when the world is against you, yet you never notice me...
I'm always there, always, yet...you never say hi to me....
I'm always there...why can't you see me, even if you're not trying?..
I'm always there....always...
For the BetterTimes Change...For the Better1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've done it once,
I've gone through the night,
With nothing but tears,
And a dim light.
All these fights, all these promises,
Made in my mind,
They're all gone,
Eroded by time.
Looking back at those days,
Made my eyes begin to swell,
I feel the pain now,
Am I dammed to hell?
I just want to be free,
Living with happiness and glee,
But until it's gone,
I can no longer be me.
I thought those days were over,
I thought it was okay,
I guess I was wrong,
More life to decay.
I feel so tired, so empty,
So shallow at tide,
What once was love,
Is now shattered in my mind.
I've cried much,
It gets hard to breathe,
My heart feels shallow,
and my lungs start to heave.
It crumbles in my head,
As I sit in my bed,
The desicions I've made,
Bought me to this day.
I just want to see the sun,
That I wouldn't mind,
But until that glorious day,
Until my burning light arrives.
I will sit in the corner,
Thinking about my thoughts,
Try to gather myself,
And glue what's lost.
These marks on my w
FeelingsWhat is your mind if you can't decide?Feelings1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What is this feeling deep inside?
Crazy feelings and wandering thoughts,
This world is a strange thing of sorts.
Round and round your feelings go,
Pain is something everyone knows,
Actions that send your heart into madness,
You should know not to love without knowing sadness.
Happiness is such a beautiful thing,
Laughter and friends what smiles they bring,
A gift to keep forever my friend,
So please don't let my happiness end.
Darkest DaysThese are the darkest days I have ever endured,Darkest Days2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart is slowly seeping as reality hits
Like a suckerpunch I'm gasping for breath
There's a pain welling inside me I cannot ignore.
A slow realisation that the hopes and the dreams,
The life I have lived for more than a decade
Is coming to an end and like a juggernaut
Its riding over me and I'm tearing at the seams.
There's a constant noise inside so maddening,
I cannot comprehend the words you are saying
Its too late to go back I've come undone
These feelings so mixed, I'm drowning.
Here I am now at the end of it all,
The man that I once was has been devoured
I stare into the abyss and say out loud
"I am not afraid and I will stand tall"
UntitledWhen I was tenUntitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I watched my grandfather pass away like a slow fade in August
Just twenty seven days before my eleventh year
She asked me what that felt like
I tell her
Not a thing like this
I've known enough death in my life to know a few things.
I know the 5 stages of grief,
Like lines in a Shakespeare comedy
They are sarcasm and gibberish and slapstick to me
It always feels like there’s a punchline and everybody knows it but me
But, maybe that’s just the pain in my gut from the loss
It just feels like I can't even breathe and
I know that even though it doesn't feel like it,
And it doesn't matter now, the
Sun will rise in the morning and set in the evening, and they will still be gone
It’s amazing how this world will never cease to turn
Even though yours is in a dead freeze and
You find yourself asking questions no one can know the answers to
Like how can I just go to work and pretend to be ok?
How am I supposed to pull myself out of bed in the morning and try to kee
The Breath of LifeThe Breath of LifeThe Breath of Life2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Keep your head down,
Don’t turn around.
You’ve every reason to frown.
For we’re all bound
To end in the ground,
Beneath a mound
Of the soil we once tread.
From the moment we take in our first breath,
We begin to die.
We are simply characters in one big story,
So ditch that idea of the ‘morning glory.’
They tell us to live
And not just exist,
But that’s not a possibility
When you’re stuck in the mist.
Relax, they say.
But every breath you take
Is one breath closer to death.
So breathe in every joke
Until you begin to choke.
And inhale those good words
Until you exhale the bad
And it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue,
Like that of the rust that has covered your joints.
Sniff in those you love
Until you sigh out their hatred
And a wretched smell is stuck
Lingering in your nostrils
Like the vinegar you mistook for vodka
That was meant to numb your pain.
Absorb every touch,
Tragedy Prt1It's a tragedy the way it all went down,Tragedy Prt12 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he took your soul away from you
now you don't even smile,
It's like he kissed your lips
and took your life away.
I remember it all started on a Friday,
you wanted to stay home with him
and he wanted to hang out with his boys,
he slapped you,
and pushed you,
you told you not to make anouther noise,
you thought that was it,
he apologized and gave you a kiss.
The next day he bought you flowers,
then the phone rang,
it was a wrong number,
he didn't believe it,
he even accused you of cheating,
he threw your flowers to the ground,
punched you in the face,
and pushed you down,
he called you a B***h,
he said, "stop lying trick
and shut the f**k up!"
The phone rang again
and confirmed it was the wrong number.
"I'm sorry" he said
kissed your lips and carried you to bed.
That night you had sex,
there was no love involved,
you thought to yourself
that this was a problem you had to solve.
The next day had came,
you tried your best not to do
Me HeartEnter if ye dare,Me Heart10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your in for a scare.
If ye dare go in
Ye will be a sin
Upon your life
Ye has lived in strife
For ages to come
Ye live your life in shun
Away from the world
Ye will grow old,
Wither and curled.
from this, ye shall hiss
to all ye has missed.
from loved to being alone,
ye shall be lonely til ye is all bone.
i tell ye not of your fate's design,
then i shall be faltering my own assign.
this be a warning to all that try,
to break the locks mine heart did lye.
to break them is a fool's choice,
cuz' in my heart they shall
never here ye voice.
so if ye try to pull someting,
i promise ye, it shall be hell i bring,
to ye and all ye family to come,
i will make sure that all ye scum,
will be haunted from thy death of me,
that mine soul will never be set free.
til death, i shall remain in solitude,
but if ye disturb me, that is rude,
so before ye try to love me,
first ye must ask for the key,
and if ye hates what ye sees,
then bring me down easy, please.
i have be so alone for year
UntitledPrzepraszam jestem tylko naiwnym dzieckiem....Untitled12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
naprawdę ranić nikogo nie chce...
mimo swojej słabości wyciągam pomocną rękę...
chociaż wiem że nie pomogą....
zostawić w potrzebie ....
żadnego człowiek nie chce ....
Lost YouthLost YouthLost Youth1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Smooth skin and brimming spirits.
Through endless fields and open seas you roamed.
For a child, everywhere was a playground.
Then you get older and skin begins to firm, your energy trickles to little.
The couch or your work desk becomes your domain.
For hours and hours you sit, staring at a screen, imagination turning to logic.
And as you sit old and weary, you recall your lost youth.
Why?Is there something wrong with me?Why?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why is my head racing in a hundred directions?
Is it just the weight of responsibilities on my shoulder?
I'm not Atlas.
I never was.
Maybe it's you who is causing these troubles.
My words may be shrouded in mystery,
Stay Away.Leave me.Stay Away.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And never come near me.
I've foreseen too much
Too much for you handle.
There is a war between me and myself and I.
And with every retort, I groan in pain;
My veins stiffen, I cringe.
You might want to step away.
You might get hurt.
Untitled 13To hell with all my feelingsUntitled 132 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To hell with right and wrong
I know this day
I cannot change
instead I'll write a song
How do you choose
of moral obligation
of choosing deeds
from selfish needs
this is my complication
You know I understand
I know your words are true
but in my heart
and in my mind
all I want is you
I know my words are spoken
these promises I've kept unbroken
but if I may
I'm not the same
and somehow I'm still true
How to cement
in words, this jaded soul
I can't express
I must repress
and try to fill this hole
Because my heart is bleeding
I'll sew up this open chest
I'll hide away
This jealous pain
and fake that I'm not needing
To hell with all my feelings
To hell with wrong and right
I know this may
Come off as strange
but I need you in my life
How do you choose
of heartfelt adoration
of choosing heed
from selfish need
I've found a new frustration
You know I understand
I know your words are true
but in my heart
Is Justice Really BlindIs Justice Really Blind?Is Justice Really Blind2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or can she truly see
My skin tone, my kinky hair
what makes me.. really me?
Is the fact that I'm black
Is my every single action an act
of violence or hatred for my fellow man
or can that statement I retract?
Can I fit outside
a created stereotype
can I be myself and remember my roots
can my race and the world, call a truce
My skin may be different but my organs the same
I didn't pick my ancestry, so choice isn't too blame
Can I turn back time... can I change my race
just do in this world I can have a chance.. a better place?