and i'm happy nowThis sounds kinda weirdand i'm happy now2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I’m glad- so glad that you
Pushed me aside
Because I didn’t end up behind you in line
I didn’t grow up as a pine
I grew up as an oak
And you think you’re so special because you keep your needle leaves in the winter
Because you think that keeps you warm
Because you think pines are so much better than oaks because there are more like you,
I grew up as an oak
And even though my leaves shrivel up and die
And leave me the cold and alone in the winter
My leaves come back in the spring with a new essence of life,
And I do not envy you, you who are stuck with all your mistakes, unable to shed them.
16.12.14I heard Rudy quiver16.12.1410 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and guide lost oxygen
to his cells when he said,
"my biggest fear
is that one day
I will hear about
a black boy dying
and I won’t flinch.” and when I did
I tore open the skin beneath
these chipped nailbeds
just to remember
what loss looked like
feels like loss
our shoulders depressed
with a hundred
and thirty two voids
weighing down like anvils
carry the heaviest coffins
our feet walk unjust
soil parted by waters
we haven’t polluted yet
but our hearts,
with their social arrhythmias
and rich flutters, ache
with one vigor
one lacrymal loss
one dark sob
one fleeting life
don’t let another slip these
hold on to this steady heartbeat
and the rest only microseconds
vindicate your unjust soil, the nails
hammered into each coffin,
deaths zooming by deaf ears
hold your ears to shame
hold on to you
Why Bother?Why bother?Why Bother?3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You don't feel it
Like I do
You don't say it
I have to
You don't understand
You never have
I love you..
Why does it feel like a lie?
Why do you seem like a liar..?
You don't need to forgive me
Well, that hurt.
Doesn't matter, I suppose
Why even bother..
This is hopeless..
Like everything else.
LetterI wrote thisLetter2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To tell you
How I feel
But looking at you
Your face is smudged
As though Depression
Took his charcoal
On the canvas of
Spots in your mind
He paints the colors
Of your heart
Stealing the rosy red
Of your blushing cheeks
Of your soul
The joy that
And every breath
A little more
Each shattered piece
Of your spirit
Burning a hole
In your mouth
Down to the
Soles of your shoes
No more lives
To revive your static heart
The bitter tasting
For you to hear
And save a
For your wrists
So that you bleed
But there’s no one
Your silent screaming
You lay here
Form on my lips
Reset.Pitter patter the sound of crying rain.Reset.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whom else known this feeling of pain
The loneliness resides deep within my heart
A mirror of façade, I can’t tell apart.
Smiles brightly painted fake, a world of despair
A clock lay broken, beyond ones repair
Glass shatter to a thousand pieces, reflecting thy memories,
The cinematic record of life bears my treasuries.
A spark of glow shines dimly in the dark,
Welcomes me heartily with open arms
The forsaken time does not stop as the earth carries on
Who will remember me, when I’m last gone?
“time to go,” as I left the world that once was mine,
A faint drip of tears,
I wonder who….. is crying for me this time?
the sad day jimmy died :'(once upon a time there was a little boy named jimmythe sad day jimmy died :'(2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he was a good kid
tu bad he died.
Here's to you.Here's to those who have to deal with suicidal thoughts on a daily basis.Here's to you.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Here's to those who hurt themselves because 'I'm not good enough.'
Here's to those who deal with eating disorders because, 'I'm not beautiful.'
Here's to those who never felt beautiful, loved, or even wanted.
Here's to everyone.
To everyone who didn't make it to today.
And especially to everyone who did.
Here's to you.
You are beautiful.
You are loved.
You are wanted.
You can pull through this.
And I am proud of each and every one of you.
Age Doesn't MatterIf your a young artist, like me (like the age 12), don't give up on making art. If people love your art, like teenagers like 16 years, then be proud. I was about to give up on making art 2 years ago, but I started thinking positive, and now here I am. Age does not matter. You can be making beautiful art at any age. People kept making fun of how my style is, and yeah, I felt sad, but those insults encouraged me to work harder. You can do anything if you think positive.Age Doesn't Matter2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fate Roll A flick of the wrist to play on cruel fate. Im waging time and heartbreak to once more cast warn dice on life's velvet table.Fate Roll 2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The question is asked, risk has been taken and a pause building desperate anticipation. Breath held and knuckles white, the dice fall still to show time is lost and heartbreak given.
Why do we risk for the unruly fate of love? Why do we seek out that which will cost us most? Its so that we can dream, if only for a moment, of loves reward.
First Kiss SyndromeAnd she never felt tears like these...First Kiss Syndrome9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Warm as they left her cold insides...
She killed it.
She was a murderer.
She could never be happy...She had to ruin it somehow.
Because in the end...She always guessed she'd be unhappy someday...
And decided breaking her own heart OVER AND OVER AND OVER... was better...
Than having regrets and an everlasting heartbreak.
Because... She didn't believe in divorce.
She didn't believe in dating without love.
She didn’t believe in love without marriage.
And she didn’t believe...in divorce…
Overall she didn’t believe in failure.
She’d toss and turn until her problem, whatever it was, had been resolved.
Then...maybe...she could wake up without bags under her eyes…
Though she THOUGHT she had resolved this issue…
He still haunted her.
Seeing Him made her sad.
Seeing Him happy made her sick.
Seeing Him not seeing Her made her weak.
Yet the problem had been “resolved”
Now that he wasn’t in her lif
TimebombTick tockTimebomb10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Goes the clock
Waiting for it to go off
Like a timebomb
Mind about to blow up
This surely does suck
Sinking into insanity
Can't take this agony
Consumed by madness
Can't bear this sadness
Cause I'm a time bomb
Going to blow up
This really does suck
IM ABOUT TO BLOW
I will pave my own wayCold, icy whispers speak to meI will pave my own way1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In times when I am alone or unhappy
For I know the truth is I am simply lonely
Yet at the same time, I know I am free
So for now I should really enjoy my life and smile
Despite feeling at times like I'm an outcast, an exile
There is something to live for, there is always something worthwhile
And despite darkness gnawing at me; my happiness and I will reconcile.
One day, one day I will leave pain and sorrow
And find something or someone else and let good vibes flow
For although it mightn't be today or tomorrow
Every moment I grow and every moment I brighten a little of the shadows.
To the end of this trail I will wander
I will pave my own way, the future unknown; the past a blur
But the present is here and simple euphoria is all I'm after,
And knowingly from when I was weak, I've realised I am now better. I am now stronger.
Through rain, through ice, through fire I will never falter or crawl
I shall never lose myself even when life eclipses and the night-f
UncomfortableMy song is that my body is not an objectUncomfortable2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My suffering is not a punchline
If I chose to make a joke about rape, I can
I have the right too
I have the experience
I am not a punchline
I am a statistic
I am a number
I am that 1 in 4
There are about 5 women in here
and statistically I pulled the short straw for the rape lottery
My body is just that
Do not tell me that your statement is acceptable because it is “just a joke”
Do not tell me that my being raped was my fault
Do not tell me I was asking for it, I was asleep, I was a child
Do not tell me I should forget it because it was so long ago
I forgot once and the day that memory came back with a bang
I fell to pieces
I shut down
I became nothing
I remembered that my body had been used and a part taken from me.
I will never get that part back
Rape culture is when you ask a victim what she was wearing
Rape culture is when you make those disgusting “jokes”
Rape culture is telling girls not to walk home al
Long AgoI once thought I knew myselfLong Ago2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I thought I knew my life plans
I had everything envisioned until you came along.
You told me lies that I believed, you got me to love you with all I had.
I gave myself up, trusting you forever, but that was a mistake now wasn't it?
You say you are sorry, but sorry isn't good enough, sorry can't erase the pain and memories you have left me with.
Peach Tea and Night ConversationWill I be the one to pour plaster overPeach Tea and Night Conversation2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The cracks in your skin
The faint cuts that you feel define you
You're so much more
Can I fill the hole
In your stomach
You think it has to be empty
To be 'beautiful'
The purging, the splitting
Of your skin
You're much to lovely
If only you could see yourself
Through my eyes
You are the sun, the moon,
But you cry when you're alone
I wish you would let me in so I
Could be there for you
You think that if you get close to me
You'll hurt me
But the only way you could hurt me
Is by hurting yourself
Can I heal this knife wound
In your heart?
Can I wash your hands free
Because you are my ruler, my leader,
You are the sun, the moon,
When you start to pull your hair, please
Think of me
I want to be there for you, will you
I don't want you to change or to become someone
I just need you to be happy, to eat
More than your disorder, more than your pain,
So much more
Let me po
About You and Of Myself1) you hold things as if they're delicateAbout You and Of Myself3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
like my wrist will break if you do anything more than hold it up with your gentle hands
1) I thrash and throw and curl my ragged fingers into fists in an attempt to hurt
to get everyone away from me
but it's odd
I only hurt them because I’m scared of hurting them
2) you call and beckon to others in good humour
with stardust on your tongue and gold on your breath
and your voice holds them captive, still and entranced
like children held by the wonders of the milk-stained sky
2) I hiss, denying love
rejecting kind syllables in fear
never knowing the right words to spit out
scared of saying what I really feel
so I always hurt the ones who care for me
my voice brings clouds down over sunny eyes and
frowns pinned up into smiles that hold like dead, plastic masks
stuck in place with the tar of mild exasperation
and it terrifies me because I don’t want you
to be anything less than alive
3) you hold passion like a well
bringing in others' an
MidnightI find myself alone during depressions greatest hour.Midnight2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cast away on a sinking ship of patchwork love woven together with broken dreams and empty bottles,
Wind slapping the salty waters of my bitter heart off its failing hulls. Although brave to cut the blood soaked chain binding solitudes anchor,to release this beaten vessel in search of companionships north star, its still depressions strongest hour and it denies me hope and power.
Look at myself alone during depressions cruelest hour.
stitches ripped for hulls broken
I become baptized in tears of isolation. Choking on waves in lonely seas, I give myself up as a fool clinging for dear hate and desperation. The lighthouse mocks, casting outlines of lovers entwined with morbid embrace. "One last touch from heaven",I beg, the warm kiss of woman to thaw frozen lips. But alas this is depressions greatest hour and it pulls me under its ocean, cower.
Im Drowning alone during depressions longest hour.
with mangled hands stretched for purchase
Final pleaTrapped in the deepFinal plea1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Noone can hear me scream
Is this a dream?
It can't real,
This pain I feel
It's so unreal
Please can someone save me?
The sound in the dark
Constant breaking of my heart
Can anyone save me?
The days flashing by
Feel like I wanna die
From this nightmare I need saving
Why am I afflicted by such tragedy?
Can't take the agony
Please save me
This is my final plea
JUST SOMEONE SAVE ME NOW!
Purity RingPurity RingPurity Ring6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A purity ring should not label us.
A purity ring should not define our gender.
We should not have to fight for our rights.
We should not be put down,
Or seen as less.
Without us Canada is weak.
Share with us the burden of our purity ring.
Together we can be strong.
Listen to our voices,
Do you hear the power behind them?
Do you dare stand up against that power?
Or do you have the nerve to stand up with us?
We are the woman who protect and guard you.
We are not monsters,
We are mothers.
We believe in our family.
Keeping them safe is our job.
Let us have the right to safety by our standards.
We are not "robotic receptacles or culture."
We are revolution.
My Breaking PointYou tried to warn meMy Breaking Point13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That all you do is hurt
I tried to help you,
I really did
But I couldn’t help
until you desired it
You and I
as thorns are
when their vines connect
Always hurting each other,
unable to stop
Yet we held on
Never ceasing the grip
that killed both of us
How could I be so foolish?
I ignored every warning
you were getting closer
as I stood there paralyzed
Then it was over
As it began
With me trying to help
And you giving up
I will wait for you,
but not for long
life is short
and I will not waste it
Man of Steel and ScarsYou feel so ashamed,Man of Steel and Scars1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you are better than I.
You are always blamed,
Yet all you do is comply.
You shelter your heart,
Fearing to let any in.
Looking for a start,
Then build the wall of Berlin.
I saw who you are,
Strong and sweet and world-weary.
Hide many a scar,
But I see them so clearly.
Let go of your past,
Has it ever served you well?
Don’t put yourself last,
Take a breath and rest a spell.
Know what you are worth,
No longer stopping too short.
Thrust yourself on forth,
Your own life is of import.
HurtingYou ever feel so hurt and there’s nothing you could possibly do about it?Hurting2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yeah that’s how I’m feeling right now.
Torn in two and falling apart.
I wish there was some way I could change your mind, make you reconsider.
But I know you, your decision is final.
I just wish you didn’t have to push me away and lie to my face.
I wish you could have been honest with me like I was to you.
I wish we had more time to be together.
I saw a future with you, you said you did too.
But you lied, and broke my heart all at once.
You said we were okay, you said you wouldn’t leave.
I thought you were different.
I fell for you so fucking hard but you threw me away like I was nothing.
I wish you knew how that felt.
To love someone so much, and be shattered the next second.
To feel your world crumbling down all around you.
But you won’t.
You seem fine…Happy even.
Why couldn’t I be a part of that happiness?
You said you weren’t happy about breaking