hurricanes are named after people for a reasonwhile in memory of the dear p.s. ; it had the thought of everyone else too. dream well.hurricanes are named after people for a reason1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you thought tragedies
only happened in movies,
and sometimes in books.
you never thought there was a thing
like a soul-stealing crook -
then it happened.
and you didn't know what to do.
you couldn't accept the fact
that a sack of bones meant
and you loved it, called it your own.
cradled it in your arms
and made it your home.
you knew rainbows couldn't shine
without a little rain. but a little rain
now forged itself into a hurricane.
and waves are crashing
your eyes sting with pain.
you blame yourself everyday
to satisfy a lonely fame.
passion was dirt as dirt was dust -
it broke your heart, and made it rust.
eye of the hurricane was blue and pure;
but when it leaves you like this
there won't be a cure.
Praisesshe says;Praises3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is okay to weep in the night
for the woes of days long past,
and I take flight
from the future
that unfolds before my blessed feet
for I am a coward
pray bury me deep
TouchUndressTouch1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Undress my dear
And cup your breasts according to the diagrams
Ask with pressing fingers if everything is alright
This is more important than make up
And matching colors in your outfit.
Even when countless needles sting with fearful comprehension
Over the roughness that surfaces under your tender skin
There will be thousands of hands trying to reach you
And give you strength
Be afraid, it's only natural
Trust yourself and those around
BurdenedI'm either a coward, a fool, or bothBurdened1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In taking upon me this terrible yoke
What once was, I could not stand
Though my choice was worse in th' end
Now I've slown down to a crawl
And found myself in free fall
The Ghosts of My RoomWallsThe Ghosts of My Room2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The silence is terrifying
My ears ringing
My ghosts rise
Whispering to my ears
Screaming in my head
Coming from the walls
I thought they left
I guess I just left them behind
But now I’m home and they will remind me of who I am
Or who I’m not.
So I turn the music up
Making me dizzy.
I can feel my past in the air
Smell it in my house
Feel it in my bones
Taste it in my chap stick
Feel it in my bed
Hear it in the silence.
My posters stare me down
Trophies haunt me
Pictures pull me in
My bed consumes me
In who I used to be.
I thought I got away from this
But here I am again
Being pulled back into these walls
Where part of me will always reside
Haunting the occupants of my room forever.
the world would be better ifThe World Would Be Better If….the world would be better if2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If people would learn to love so people could stop crying.
Learn to stop lying so people could stop dying.
Learn to swallow their pride and learn to apologize, and to stop saying empty words with empty meanings.
What is the point of our life if we can't even learn to take caution with what we say?
When will we learn to get along in order to live as one?
If we created a world for me and you where the gender assigned roles no longer mattered and the stereotypes were no longer in our existence, then the change would spark and we would become more accepting to others and we would learn to love others all around us.
But, sadly we live in a world where the broken and rejected are only mocked and ridiculed and told not to be so “selfish” or that they only seek “attention.”
We live in the time where the emotionally dying are mocked to the point where they see life as only a place a misery. Everyone is fond of beautiful things,
Defining moment.We stir up riots in ourselves by staring at each other from across rooms and yet to you, I'm nothing but "a buddy'.Defining moment.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't shit me.
Explain, then the dim lights in the restaurants you take me on private lunches to- away from what you would call "the prying eyes of people", who in reality deserve to know every single detail of what you and I really do instead of the platonic warmth we pretend to radiate within ourselves and those around us. And don't you dare make me believe that locked doors and soft bedding are where gal-pals like me go to die because all I see written on my forehead during these few stolen moments riding in your car with your hand on my lap or walking to the restroom with your fingers intertwined with mine is 'WHORE' in big, red letters and I know nothing about this is ever going to change for you're never going to make me just..."YOURS'.
Sleepless nightsAs the twilight night shrouds all I seeSleepless nights23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My inner fears creep into my mind unwillingly
What am I? Who am I? What's the point anymore..
I can't tell what the future has in store
But all I can feel is a darkness within
Sometimes I wish I could just escape the body I'm in
I'm lonely, I just want somebody to talk to
I just don't know what to do
When I speak it's like no one listens
I feel that no one cares for me or my burdens
Maybe it's true, sometimes I wish it could be
At least I'd then be able to disappear unregretfully
I know it's selfish but I wish I could..
I wish I could fade away, like the dust into the wind would..
Loneliness, am I forever to be?
Flower ChildIf it's what we think, we becomeFlower Child1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
could I plant the seeds of beauty inside my skull?
I could wait for the first sprigs to sprout
and the roots to gouge out my eyes
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and I don't think I can be
But god, if the velvet petals inside
then maybe I could feel their vibrance.
I could be an entire field of tiger lillies for you.
It seems silly to not know your favorite flower.
I could sprout daffodiles from my finger tips
and for once,
everything I touch would be divine.
I got a tattoo on my tree limb arms
with two names
but I don't know how to erase one
because I can't love me anymore.
Do I wait for the scar to fade
or do I let chainsaw blades saw off
what has no use?
Three days ago,
I swallowed a handful of earth and countless roots
hoping that maybe a forest would make it's home inside.
I hope I am accommodating.
Today, I caught a butterfly
and tried to hold it close.
It doesn't like being here.
I know why.
If it's what
Angel Spirit ResidesYou can saddle me with a saddle that doesn't fit or bridle me with a bit that is better suited for sawing logs in half than being in my mouth. You can put chains around my feet and you can laugh as you dock my tail but, my spirit you'll never break. I'm not a toy to be modeled for fashion, nor a slave to your every whim. I am a horse, a creature of my own. Like you, I was made by Him. I will not answer to your call and yet, I will be here until the end. I am not here to be your doll, I was made to be your friend. I will not run away from you, nor will I beg for reprieve. I was made to be your companion, therefore I shall never leave. You can treat me like a slave and perhaps you'll never know that inside, I am something more... The living and breathing being that I always hoped you'd see. You can beat me and you can starve me. Leave me behind without so much as a second thought of what may happen to me. But, you'll never get me inside where the angel spirit resides.Angel Spirit Resides1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Anabel, DarlingThe stage was setAnabel, Darling1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The crowd cheered on
But as music played
You were gone
At my peak
I faced this peril
I lost my rose
Grant me this boon
Tell me you love me
And you'll return to me soon
I spent all my life
Pefecting my art
But as you fled 'way
It all fell apart
How can a man
Face this mis'ry
To be this well 'stablished
With all but his she
Please, grant this boon
Just say that you love me
That you'll be 'gain with me soon
Once you did love me
But then you said bye
I got caught in my fame
And then watched my world die
Why did I not see
This flaw inside me
That I was unfaithful
I loved only money
I ask this one boon
These tears, they do plead
That you'll come back soon
The Other Side (or No Light)You said you just wanted to see what was on the other side,The Other Side (or No Light)1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And that's when I knew there was no going back.
Like a tide, frozen in time, after the moon implodes.
No going back to sweet innocent first love,
When walks in the park in the moonlight were enough.
When promises were kept,
And the end lacked inevitability.
But the end always comes now.
It's always night
There is no moon.
And I can see you there in the low light of your room,
Pill bottle in your left hand, conviction in your right.
It's late at night, and you're alone.
And I wish for one more day,
One more day to walk in the park with you.
One more day to get to know who you are,
But you're not who you were,
You've come so far,
But you've gone backwards.
It's always night now.
You said you wanted to see what's on the other side,
But I know you don't believe in the other side,
So what's the real reason you stopped the tide?
What's the real reason the moon is gone?
What's the real reason the night has come?
I wish I could hold t
Naite Naibu no Choukou彼女は産む、Naite Naibu no Choukou1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
FreeToo many times I've come undoneFree1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm beginning to think your the only one
who understands me
You see right through me
you get me so completely
I think I finally know
Who I'm supposed to be
We were meant to be...
we were meant to be
Free from the burdens of yesterday
Free from the choices that keep us chained
Free from the lies we choose to lead
Free to be you and free to be me
Too many times I drown in sorrow
I'm tired of waiting for the light of tomorrow
You've been there too
Come take my hand we'll make it through
Memory Lane (Empty) The houses are vacant on Memory LaneMemory Lane (Empty)2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it’s a constant reminder of all of the pain
No corpses, no cars, just "For Sale" signs
this neighborhood long ago was left behind
I'm driving alone in this place of dismay
looking for something to cheer up my day
Nothing but vacancy in this rotten place
an empty tear runs down my poor empty face
The stillness surrounding me is bleak and grim
I built all these houses but no one moved in
Sometimes I lay in my favorite grave
and wish to go back in time to misbehave
My gas is running low, but I’m almost done
Memory Lane and I will become one
If only the giving tree could also take
I’d give it my life and die for christ sake
The abandoned buildings are dark and rotting away
Just like their creator who comes now their way
I say my goodbyes to you, Memory Lane
I apologies for blaming you for making me insane
Clouds gathering, no more pretend
And so begins now the rain of the end
I’m leaving nobody in this world of dejection
WistfulWould you think less of me if I told youWistful2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I miss running my fingers through your hair
Kissing you like you’re my air and I can’t catch my breath
Would you think less of me if I said
you’re in the breaths I take and the taste of alcohol on my tongue
the way the vodka burns my throat
What would you say if I asked you
come over and feel our bodies intertwined
whisper in my ear and tell me you feel this too
I want to stare
eyes speaking words we were too afraid to say
lips moving too fast for our thoughts to keep up
You’d probably think less of me if I told you
I don’t need you
I need to feel something other than you
in my bed
in my silent thoughts
in the way he says my name
You’d think less of me
But it can’t be worse than what I think of you
You Get ItYou get itYou Get It2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You just…get it
When I’m sitting alone
Gasping for air
And looking for warmth
You get it
When I’m pulling my hair
Looking for an escape
And stuck in my thoughts
You get it
When I’m hanging over the edge
With my legs dangling
And about to jump
I know I could probably talk to you
Because you get it
But I don’t dare
I don’t allow myself to burden you with my existence
I would never forgive myself if I were to rot that pretty little mind of yours and turn it into a dark, twisted, empty, corrupted palace
As mine is
I would never
In a million years
Let myself turn you
Because I am so far past fixable
I’m the particles in the wind
Surrounding your beautiful self
As you smile
And live your life
I’m the dust on the highest untouched shelf in your home
Watching over you
As you cry
Or scream yourself hoarse
I’m the crumpled up piece of paper
That you have lon
DoubtI have a ring round my fingerDoubt2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But something feels off
There is so much doubt that linger
I must take it off.
Don't worry my friends
there is no fear
But this ring must go off my finger
which gave me a tear.
I placed in in the cabinet
Where it is save
From myself and others
far away from me from my mind which is a cave
Too much doubt in myself
I don't deserve this ring
One day I maybe will
But not today and with not with this thing
Doubt is my weakness.
Doubt is my flaw
Doubt will hurt me
and others abroad
Thanks For Nothing... 'Friends'...Friends who ignore youThanks For Nothing... 'Friends'...2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Friens who deny you
Friends who laugh at you
Friends who reject you
I thought I had friends, but no
They think they're better than me
They turn to my other friends
When I commplement them, they turn away
When I try to share a laugh, they look at me weird
When I share a secret, they don't keep it
What kind of friends do I have?
The ones who I think are friends
There not my friends
They're just enemys
You think your playing jokes
They're not funny
Cause I'm not laughing
I'm crying... on the inside
Thanks for nothing... 'friends'...
Title - A SCOTTISH Westcoast CottageTitle - A SCOTTISH Westcoast Cottage2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
FineShe said she was fine.Fine3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She actually meant it.
As she wiped the blood from her mouth and walked with a limp
I could see in her soul
She actually meant it.
With awareness came pain
from the first moment of life.
Home was hell, and she escaped from the pan into the fire.
Starvation and slavery
Cruel and unusual
Her little brother’s life seeping away in her arms.
She knew no different
her baseline was so low
A mouthful of broken teeth and a fracture were “fine”
She’d seen so much worse
She actually meant it.
A World Shattereda world shatteredA World Shattered2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a heart blackened
a life spiraled
out of control
everything that happened
has taken its toll
a thousand feels and a million tears
shadows wherever she strolls
silent cries in ever night
the devil's spies in every sight
yes she tries with all her might
alas, a blade looks good
when there is no light
so when a world shatters
and a heart blackens
a life is shortened
with the swipe of a knife