to the girl still kneeing her eyesnot much has changed;to the girl still kneeing her eyes2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I still listen to the red-lipped boy
frightened back to the closet
passing comfort under my door
to every disarray he left
I still close my eyes in winter
mornings, hoping the sun warms
my breath and melts
the dewy tears from the nights
don't worry, love
not much has changed;
I still listen to a thousand brittle piano keys
breaking into a sinus rhythm
and blasphemous hymns
I still sing along
I still think of strangers sweating
I still hope no one knows
hold my breath till it hurts
more than the crunched cluster
of pain he left
I don't hurt over wonderland
and fucking him to submission
I don't have friends the way
I used to
I don't tear up at the thought of god
even if I secretly hope he finds
it in him to love me still
but I still wish on grains of sand
till they are washed away to silt
and find life within their centers
I still write to ventilate
and smile to validate
the wrong done unto me
I still dance harder tha
Mirror, on my wall.Mirror, on my wall.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mirror, on my wall
mirror, mirror, on my wall,
tonight will I have any food at all?
mirror, mirror, look at my hair,
because I have food it's not falling out everywhere.
mirror, mirror, look at my health,
so maybe for five minuets, I can stop thinking about myself
mirror, mirror, I have a family that love me,
unlike some people in these different countries.
mirror, mirror look at my plate, I have ate,
but some people would hate the fact, I didn’t finish my plate.
mirror, mirror, I have parents who love me, friends who care,
unlike some unfortunate people out there.
mirror, mirror, I wont cut my arms,
because the solution for all my first world problems,
isn't self harm
dead friendsghost intentions, messy and uncleardead friends3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
are no longer welcomed here.
brief memories of longer walks
four a.m. talks, now blood like chalk
that shakes loose from an intravenous knife—
rife with death
and weak with life.
the struggle with love now hooks me less
and i am tired of these messes
loose ends, dead friends
no one slithers into me now.
i have red flags to stab them with.
i lost you, and so here’s my turn:
the fire at the years old bridge
begins its thankful burn.
Isaiah 53:4-6Surely he took up our painIsaiah 53:4-62 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
There's Ever AfterThere’s no fairy tale endings.There's Ever After2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Conclusions are bitter-sweet.
Star-crossed lovers die apart.
Friends are lost along the quest.
Heroes can fall in battle.
Love is sometimes not enough.
Fate will always rule the way.
Destiny can’t be foretold.
But if I had just one wish:
I’d pray for you happily,
And your dreams- ever after.
kign arthuri want to berry my dick so far in your ass that whoever could pull it out would be crowned king arthurkign arthur2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Small TalkAm I alright?Small Talk3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No I'm fine, really.
A collection of restless tossing and turning
and skin peeled off my bottom lip,
No, I lied, I'm not fine.
To be honest,
I never will be fine.
Not your definition of "fine",
I promise this isn't the pessimist in me,
it's just the truth.
You see, I am a lot of things.
scared of everything and everyone,
but most of all, scared of myself.
But I'm also loving,
goofy, emotional, sensitive,
ridiculously clumsy, easily falling for everyone,
giggly, quiet and loud, soft and hard;
I am a lot of things,
are more interesting than "fine" or "okay".
I'm tired of making myself feel shitty
just because I'm not "okay" by your terms.
My recovery can't move on your time,
only on mine.
And you see,
I'm fine with not being fine,
There's nothing wrong with the tears
that soak my pillowcase sometimes.
This is what my body needs to not just survive,
but to live.
So leave me the hell alone,
I dream of the seaI dream of coves and coasts and cresting waves,I dream of the sea2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of saltwater and limestone caves,
And stars that dot the silver shore,
That make me miss you all the more.
There’s biting, whistling wind and chilly skin
And freezing tide that rushes in.
The lonely night clings to the air,
And powder sand is everywhere.
I dream of music ringing from my bones,
Melusine kings on coral thrones.
I turn around and there you are.
You’re silent; distant like a star.
But through these sounds of spray I think I hear,
This strong belief that you are near,
And spiral shells you find for me,
I know I'm dreaming of the sea.
What I have LostThe following poem is a tribute to the late Mr Lee Kuan Yew, founding father of Singapore.What I have Lost3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I stare up the sky
And I let my tears run dry
for what I have lost
The stars dim
The sky grim
As I mourn
for what I have lost
My hopes sever
for what I have lost
What we have lost...
The thoughts of youMy thoughts have been travelling down paths long left unkempt and overgrown.The thoughts of you2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here is not a place I remember well, for it was so short lived the last time I came here.
The thoughts of my fingers grazing your skin, chasing your laughter with my lips, lay in the afternoon sunlight.
The thoughts of your smile, a lighthouse beacon in my weary storm, illuminating every corner of my dark mind.
The thoughts of a simple look, enough to know a sadness, an anger, a lust.
The thoughts of swaying with you, dancing out the sorrow and the pain, your body close to mine, your head against my chest.
The thoughts of holding your hand being enough to cause me arrhythmias.
The thoughts of your lips gracing my cheek enough to boil me red.
The thoughts of you.
WallsWhen I die, I just want my body to be cemented into one of the whitewashed walls of my childhood home. Any wall- be it the living room, the kitchen, or the bedrooms; preferably the one that used to be my own.Walls2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There should be no papers printed with ‘FOR SALE’ or ‘TO LET’ pasted all over the front door or plastering the bare, curtain-less windows- unlike most vacant houses for this is no ordinary vacant house. I am no ordinary person.
This is a final resting place for a soul- or should I say a CORPSE now that I'm dead, with a sprained mind and a twisted heart. And there's no way I'm allowing anybody else to live in my beloved old abode after I'm done living itself, breathing in the air confined behind the space its walls have to offer.
Anyway, it isn't as if anybody would be interested in THIS home- probably shrinking away at the mere mention of its name just because a body lies behind its walls, haunting it for eternity.
ConstellationsAshes and constellations. Skin, white, as fair as snow. Music remedies the heart of a comforted listener, whose drums linger on to the echoes of your whispers. And although fireflies embellish the skies of our unfathomable galaxy, your luminous retinas ignite the feeding fires of insurmountably loving sensations.Constellations3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
BANG!Bang!BANG!21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
silence - BANG!
I laughed myself de...
WarningYou never came with a warning label on your container which is supposed to caution its consumer to ‘beware of its scorching-hot contents’ and I guess that’s why my already-bruised thighs have been made worse because of the red burn where I’d spilt some tea- your burnt soul on my lap while attempting to yank its cover roughly- your facade of wild hairstyles and an air of egoism…off.Warning9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
-You can survive-Things I have learned from my friends:-You can survive-21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You can survive from deadly illness
if you want to live.
You can survive from ugly break ups
if you want to love.
You can survive from years of bullying
if you want to care.
You can survive from depression
if you want to be happy.
You can survive from betrays
if you choose to trust again.
You can survive.
So, my dear friend,
it's really sad to notice how little you darling see of yourself.
How low you think about yourself.
When in reality you have give to me so many important lessons about life.
Do It For MeI don't want your big heartDo It For Me3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Getting struck by lightning,
And if it does,
Lord, throw two more at mine.
I don't want your look-down,
Getting your spine all bent,
And if it does,
Lord, scatter all my bones.
I don't want your thick blood,
Getting pured on this land,
And if it does,
Lord, bleed my soul to death.
I don't want to get mirror-surrounded,
Or I'll loose her for good,
And if I do,
Lord, keep her in heaven.
Do it for me.
What defines me?There are things about a person you won’t understand,What defines me?2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don’t think most can.
My life is planned out for me,
Like a straight and narrow path towards the sea.
I hate the fact that I’m being played like a puppet,
I just want my future to be like a buffet.
A place where I can choose and not be judged for my platter,
Because to anybody else it wouldn’t matter.
I love my family, I do,
But I feel like I’m living in a zoo.
A caged lion ready to fight,
Though I know it isn’t right.
My motivation is drifting off like a cloud,
And every time I get closer and closer to touch it somehow I’m not allowed.
It pains me to say this but where is the meaning of life,
What is the thing everyone’s talking about that gives them the power to strife?
I’m a teenager, on my way to be an adult,
And I don’t mean to insult
But most adults that I encounter,
Aren’t as strong as the legendary hero Antar.
But let me not seem like the victim,
After all I