InsanityYou have given me all this painInsanity1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You didn't do this when you were sane
But now you are filled with pure insanity
And I must ask why do you do it to me
Now you're filled with pure insanity
This is not how it was meant to be
Now your insanity is too strong to tame
Even I doubt that you'll be the same
But for now I am stuck waiting for you
And I wonder do you miss me too
Both of us know this is not how it should be
Don't worry it's just pure insanity
DeadYou were with me,Dead3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are not.
You were alive.
I saw you.Minä unohdan.I saw you.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Se tulee niin kuin kaikki muutkin ajatukset.
Mutta se on usvan peitteessä,
Liikkeeni pysäyttää vahva savu verho.
Savu verhon läpi käteni koskettaa tyynyä
Kehoni vajoaa pehmeään linnaan.
Suljen silmäni hetkeksi
Ikkunan takana verivaahteran lehdet tanssahtelevat
syksyn riemuisen sävelen mukana.
Hiljainen laulu yhtyy lehtien huminaa.
En istu enää omassa huoneessani,
jonnekin paljon kauemmas päädyin.
Myskin alta nousee tuoksu
ja raottaessani silmiäni
sydämeni lyönti tihenee.
Näen sinut istumassa vastapäätäni
Kynttilä valossa me katsoimme toisiamme
En koskaan unohtaisi tuoksuasi.
Mitä antaisinkaan kuullakseni sen vielä kerran.
Ja niin kuin kauan sitten,
Kuulin vanhan hiljaisen kaiun
toivon siitä ikuisuudesta.
Mutta kun räpäyt&
HeartbreakA sudden slip into the void, emptiness bloomsHeartbreak3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
letting the quicksand pull you down a hole
your stomach drops as you fall in the dark room
where you sit face to face with hurt
He will not back off with his punches
and you can't run
You sit there, and all the world's clocks stop
in that moment, in that time you wait
and so is the lump in your throat
and every thought is a puzzle
and you think:
How beautiful to be able to cry
Brutal Mind and Weary Heart... I ask you this...I search for the words escaping my mind,Brutal Mind and Weary Heart... I ask you this...11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Anything to try to be cute and creative,
Because you are no where near boring and dull,
You deserve something more, something imaginative.
Even when you are brutally honest,
I feel my mind constantly wander,
How your smile makes my day,
And yet I know I should ponder...
What is it that may come for me,
Whether my past or future, you don't seem to care,
From my brutal mind to my weary heart,
I feel cautious, but my curiosity makes this a dare.
How do you look at me from time to time?
A sister, brother, "grandparent" or mother?
Age is a number, but the number creeps on me,
Would you see me the same, even as a lover?
The words are difficult to speak verbally,
I find my throat tighten and in my flailing plea,
I feel those words escape through my writing,
Would you go out with me...?
#ThatguyYou make me the guy in the movie theater with my phone out [texting you and chuckling quietly to myself at the bad jokes you crack] because the thought that your words could rest in my pocket unattended to is too awful a thing to bear. No movie, no cute actor or score, regardless of it’s stupendous bars could make me forget that you sent me a cybernetic message in a bottle of radio waves sailing through the ether and silently into my pocket, until my phone vibrates excitedly upon reception in the venue. You make me that guy. The one everyone stares at and can’t help but smile, #ThatGuy; the one with the radiant glow. Something amazing happened to you lately didn’t it? https://yesitdid.com_youchangedme/#Thatguy2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
#ThatGuy You know him right? You’re getting there. just keep following the back of my hand that you’re learning so well and I will take a sharpie and draw a pound sign on it so that when you look for me, I will always be at the top, at the top, top of your b
Path to healingTears, like glass they run down my bodyPath to healing1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With every drop more flesh is cut
and with every deep cut, comes a new scar
But I want to get it out, the pain inside
because the pain kills me, wounds can heal
So I watch when tears get mixed into blood
I Cry, for hours, but I haven't become stronger
Even a breeze shatters my ground, I cry again
and like a drug it soothes me for a moment
Still it hurts inside, it hurts like hell
Why can't I make it stop?
Soon, I know, crying alone is not enough
medicine for sorrow is not sorrow itself
Fight or give up, I say, the options besides misery
The flow of shards slice me
all visible in my scarred skin
Fight or give up, I shout,
I shall no more be slave to my wicked thoughts
I finally begin to feel something
something as brittle as thin ice
as gentle as the skin of a new born
Warm breeze of surging joy
following immediate pain
Dark shades merging into color
What Pains Me So? Tick tockWhat Pains Me So?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is the sound of what I did not want to hear.
The bell strikes ten, and rings ten times towards my ears.
They will not be happy with me.
What is it with this sound?
Damn this clock that haunts me so, and burn it to Hell for eternity!
Thus, I threw the clock into the fireplace.
Why does it pain me so?
So I go through numerous stairs, zigzagged, upside-down, and sideways
Looking for the exit that I am looking for.
What was it that I was looking for again?
Ah, I remember what I was looking for.
It was the memories I have burned into the fireplace with my pocket watch.
My Heart Has CapsizedMy heart has capsizedMy Heart Has Capsized1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am afraid
Down with the ship
I must go
Swim you tell me
Grab hold I hear
I am sorry
Too late for me
My dearest friends
I have sunk
In a heart like Swiss
So full of holes
Deficient of love
I am broken
And lost at sea