PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymorePORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screamingLost14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the darkness, in your bedroom.
It can be when the fresh smell of tea
(earl grey, hot)
in the morning
makes you unsure what to do
with your hands.
judeon these bittersweet mays,jude8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mild and warm
he imagines music on her lips
through which her poison passed.
kisses on her wrists,
from which the blades drew breath--
but he would not be one to love her,
they both had known.
too fickle a storm, he always said,
but not the may they lay her down
in the tomb in which she rests.
Low...Stupid kid with bad ideasLow...2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
thinks too much and can't see
that he's basically nothing
but few hopes and lame dreams
more numb than novacation
but writes daily and draws too
even while he's in school
quiet dude, is what he be
sucks worse than DSP
smart mouth like Double Dee
and guess what
that kid is me
Do you really understand?I understand your frustration with your group,Do you really understand?2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oh, you understand.
Then you get that I was humiliated.
That I was betrayed, ignored,
Made to feel worthless,
and they could've done better with communicating,
In a class that I took,
(Ironic that you were the one taught it)
I was taught,
At it’s basic level,
some form of the imparting or interchange
or information by speech,
or signs…funny how that never happened
which they all fully admitted when apologizing
I never got a sorry,
A my bad,
Or even an oops.
But I’m sure it’s my fault.
and asking that I give you a good grade,
Like that makes it any better?
Oh, so the fact that I got an A,
Means that I should forgive,
Forget, and move on.
which they all thought you deserved.
I’m so glad,
That I deserve an A
Philosophical ThoughtWe live in such a beautiful world and yet... we regret it.Philosophical Thought7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We create our own little world to keep us hidden from reality.
Our own reality against the world's reality is very different.
We do this to hide the horrifying truth that this beautiful world of ours bear.
GarnetThe garnet's not a precious stoneGarnet3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not like the gems you promised me
The ones I never got to see
Although that does not bother me
As your words are memories
That I sometimes take and see
Every time I think of thee
I have a box kept far from view
Full of little parts of you
Of dates and times all old and new
Of happy rhymes and things I drew
Some fictitious and some quite true
Of thoughts I've kept, you never knew
But now the coffees all gone cold
The record's scratched and getting old
And you are sick of the same tune
We have no time, you have no room
For you to breathe and share with me
What a waste we've grown to be
The garnet's not a precious stone
No amethyst or a ruby
Topaz is now all you'll see
Some new friend that she will be
Although I hope you can still see
That you still mean the world to me
Er WundEr Wund3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dein Samt ist giftiges Moos
hart und hell
grinst du, dein offener Mund
feigt meine Ohren
das mir die Augen zufallen.
Mein Blut rauscht uns um die Arme,
weil dein Knie mir ins Gesicht knickt
es bleibt kein Zentimeter
und dem Abgrund in den du mich stürzt
Lieb gekost hab ich dich
Welk bleiben deine Finger
dann in meinen Haaren hängen.
Du zerreisst meine Kopfhaut
als du mir ins Gesicht fahren willst
Ich warte auf den Punkt den ich
nicht setzen kann
weil du schon einen Doppelpunkt
über mein A und O
Dear Someone, Sincerely No OneDear Someone,Dear Someone, Sincerely No One16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You probably don't know who I am.
Just know I'm a grain of sand underneath your feet.
You know me, dear Someone.
I'm that person that wishes too much; that dreams too big.
I'm that person who says she hates this and that, when in reality, the thing I hate is myself for caring about you too much.
Perhaps you know me better as No One.
Now do you remember?
That student you gave up on?
That friend that would give you the moon and the stars if she could?
That shivering creature huddled in the dark that you ignored like the plague in December?
Yup... That's me.
I do not wish for your guilt; your shame.
I don't want you to say you're sorry or pray for forgiveness to whatever God you have.
I want you to realize that our heart beats are the same, even if I am filth compared to you.
I know you have better things to do than listen to an old stair or the crackling of a dead leaf.
I know I am nothing but an annoying crow to you.
I know... I know... I am noth
AthenaI am Athena.Athena1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Born of the King’s screeching cranium.
I sit here to contemplate my fate,
As builder of rockets and death,
Architect of life.
Or so I tell myself.
Wrap my arms a little tighter to my sides.
Pull my sleeves a little further down my arms.
Hope words don’t show through,
Thick and hairy hands grasp at plume,
To tear it off.
It is glued with bonds of time.
Of days speaking lies
Holding on the paper smile
Telling them I am the Orpheus they see.
But of what use is paper to me?
I can’t build a body of paper,
Let alone a life.
So I sit in the shower
And recite my new name over and over.
“Hi, I’m Athena. Nice to meet you.”
I can’t say it aloud,
Reconcile me and the world.
Thus plunge myself deeper into the web.
You have your revenge
For I am beaten by my own mind.
I no longer have words say,
They catch in my throat.
I sit through hours with nothing to show
Except red letters on my arm.
Speak to me now,
UntitledLa gente se alzaba, clamaba al tiempo vida,Untitled3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
y los recuerdos se aferraban al saliente que ocupa la muerte.
El cielo abovedado, cuarteado de lágrimas, se deslizaban en silencio,
el cielo gris atravesaba los techos y llegaba a todos,
era el aviso inminente de que todo iba a cambiar.
Un viento celeste cubrió de nieve la ciudad,
parecía una novia triste, de ojos grises y boca de fuego.
El dragón soñaba con tener una princesa,
se enamoró de la novia triste.
La ciudad sospechaba que el mundo giraba diferente,
ahora que los cuentos no existen,
ahora que las lágrimas han terminado su carrera por la bóveda,
ahora que el tiempo es escarcha.
Ahora es cuando se congelan los recuerdos,
es época de cosecha y la muerte va preparada con su guadaña hecha de esperanza.
Escrito por: Victoria García Gómez.
AgapeStop. I beg time to stop.Agape2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I beg it to give time for you to remember
what I can't force myself to forget.
I know you; I perused your soul.
Looked into your eyes and saw a mirror
Saw all our hopes and dreams staring back at me.
Stop. The rush of time is unbearable.
Yet there are moments that slip through; tender moments
that I know you remember too.
How can I marry him, when I love you?
Every time I think time has made him kinder, less cruel
I think I maybe I can marry him; then I can't breathe.
Because he is not you.
He will never be you.
He will never understand when our laugh is not just a laugh
and those precious moments, when you look at me just a certain way
Everything in the world is as it should be.
Those moments you forget control and your touch, your gaze lingers...
I cannot stop loving you.
Each time I think I can marry him, I remember yo
elenashe writes in blood on linen presselena11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
at eventide by candlelight.
burgundy blisters on her ivory dress,
her fingers rattle,
her face all paled white.
"i loved you," desperate letters trail,
hanging their heads like a lovers' last fight--
o, here she watches the now-night sea,
and drops the untidy plume.
they found her by dawn's sickly light
dead, inside her room.