Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes
how do they even dareI can’t seehow do they even dare2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why they say
They are so goddamn scarred.
“I look like a model.
But nobody sees the duct tape heart behind my beauty”
What does your otherness have to do
With your defaults.
Oh, so you are slaves to your appearance?
Tell that someone who is too tall.
Too heavy. Too. Fucking. Small.
Or just born as plain and ugly.
Tell that someone who wasn’t accepted by
Our oh-so-social society because of his looks.
And then explain to me
That you didn’t feel stupid.
You’re not pretty.
You’re just ignorant.
StringsThat’s not how friendship works.Strings21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that's not how any of this works.
He doesn’t see anything.
How we’re living next to each to each other, instead of together.
This won’t work, old lad. It won’t.
I’m not for free. At least I will
Take your love. All of it. Territorial desires.
We’re still predators, you know.
Now say amen
And shut up until I’m somebody else.
Until you sucked all the war from my tongue.
You’re not angel enough to be a good death.
I can’t possibly love you this way.
You’ll remain missing overtures
And a door that is locked.
Something that is not quite me
I Miss...I feel so many negative thoughts at late.I Miss...7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wish I could wake up, have it be three years ago.
I miss my room.
I miss my old neighborhood.
I miss the way the tree's would change colour on my street.
I miss looking up out the window, a giant tree obstructing my entire view.
I miss being able to walk to anywhere I needed to go
I miss not having a relative on the side lines looking down on my parents.
I miss not feeling like I want to hide in my room.
I miss having a living room to comfortably sit with my family.
I miss having a pet.
I miss my bed.
I miss my purple wall.
I miss my old life
The Merry TownRun run little oneThe Merry Town1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Run run till the time has come
Along the strange but merry trail
That Seekers will come to find shells
But until the sun dies down
You will always find adventure in the merry town
Across the horizon and past the sea
The merry town is as happy as it's believed
With people dancing far and wide
All the way to see the circus on the dancing tides
All day and all night
These people come to cast their fright
To go and find another life
With their cares all cast away
They play and play until daylight's rays
And there is where the fun will stop
Because they are limited on how they sought
To become as real as the day
But until then they have to stay
Fading into the sunlight's rays
FootstepsThis is how you know you've lost them.Footsteps2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
1. They used to look at you like you were a sunny day after a week of rain. Now, it feels like they’ve always been a rain person, because when you stand in front of them they act like it hurts to look at you. Their eyes used to remind you of everything beautiful but now they are clouded by storms and fog. They don’t light up anymore unless it’s through the flat reflection of artificial lighting. Does it count as blindness if it’s only you they can’t see anymore?
2. They used to touch you like you were the richest silk, the softest thing to ever grace their fingertips. Now, they don’t even touch you. They slide through your fingers like water and they don’t feel so warm anymore, not the way they used to be. You don’t feel like silk anymore. You feel like burlap. You almost wish you always had, just so you wouldn’t know what it was like to be any better than that.
3. They used to taste you like y
BleedingIt's my faultBleeding2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I fucked up again
I . . . . fuck!
Without a thought
I punch a wall
My knuckles call
I strike myself
The fine claret
Knife off the shelf
What did I drink?
What did I smoke?
I -I can't think
I start to choke
The blade is cold
Release some pressure
It's called bleeding
My arm goes numb
My fingers drip
Raise it to my mouth
I take a sip
That's how they find me
It's too late now
My last taste
The metal's sour
My girl's there
She pleads with me "what did I do?"
I-it's me I'm not good enough for you
Now i can't hurt her
Now she is free
I bet she's happy
To be rid of me
This makes me smile
I hate me too
All the while
She calls my name
It's all the same
Won't you sleep for me?
We'll sing in the surf
And drown in the sea
The world goes dark
No pain no more
I love her
Dark MindAlways walking into the darkness of my mindDark Mind2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Never seeing the souls I try to find
For their fate is sadly sealed
With a deal that will never be appealed
It's always so hard trying to find
The maker of these applied designs
But never less they are always there
While the burning in my heart is still growing fair
And so I ask "Why do I care?"
Because these aren't my deals and it's not theirs
UnlightedUnlightedUnlighted10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stumbling through the fields of my dream
To where I know you can be seen
I know you'll be there, you always are
But I never really get too far
I've made it to the place my feet betray
A few metres from where you lay.
You get up and go about your day
I call and reach out for a hand
But you can't see me anyway
On your phone you message me, I message back.
This is our only remaining form of contact
I ask when i can see you
"Well that's hard to tell,
I made plans,
I'm tired, have company and i don't feel very well."
And sometimes it's true
But sometimes it's not
And yet I text back
"I miss you.... a lot!"
You tell me the same
But the truth seems more plain
That you don't really want me around
But I stay my path
Yes, I keep my ground
As time passes faster
Not even the texts seem to last long
And I get replies less and less
But i check my phone more and more
It's the only piece of you I have left anymore
Your texts are getting shorter
And often you don't reply
Just read t
DavidI once fell in lust with an unobtainable poet.David13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It wasn't just his seemingly laid back yet clearly effort driven style which caused me palpitations; throwing my heart into a tachycardic mess.
And it wasn't just that alluring, off to the side, awkward smile; the inviting, yet shylike quality of it all melted my heart, spilling it all over my insides.
No, it wasn't just his "close to home", "I'm my own me so take it...please" personality which bursted out in rays of warm sun-kissed flickers;
But it was the pheromonic openness and outflow of his words which had found their own way of wrapping around my senses and enrapturing me in all that he was.
All that he is.
But while the letters spelled out "Y-E-S", his own heart was held behind a glass screen (or was it some kind of plastic?) which read "UNOBTAINABLE".
I could do nothing then but to marvel at the Michelangeloesque masterpiece which in my case, remained for display purposes only.
UntitledThis abysmal rain,Untitled1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it matches the sound of my pain,
I try to run,
but I can't escape form it hun.
Now I'll let my blood run down the drain.
Working, Not Working. Hardly Working, HardlyTwo eyes casted upward,Working, Not Working. Hardly Working, Hardly2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
an uneasy breath taken in.
The sky looks mighty fine tonight,
I wonder if you can see it.
Can you see the stars I see?
Can you taste the air
there a lot of things I need to do tonight.
Homework, Tumblr, homework, Netflix,
wasting my life away,
starting my life again,
and then maybe some more homework
with some chai tea on the side
to warm my old heart.
The air is mighty cold tonight,
I wonder if you can feel it.
Can you feel the breeze I feel?
Do you shiver
the way I do?
I have so many things on my plate tonight.
one final crack at Calculus,
and then maybe some more thinking
of my heart pounding next to yours
to stimulate my cold bones.
Ugh, I can't focus!
The moon looks so beautiful tonight.
I wonder if you're thinking about me too,
what would you say if you knew?
I have a lot of work to do.
Bubba, pleaseWhen I was little,Bubba, please2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You were always there,
We had fun,
Played games and smiles everywhere,
After you met the first girl,
Bubba,You were a wreck,
You were still fun though,
We played games and smiled almost everyday,
You lived at home with us,
We had a ball,
But then another girl came along,
She ruined it all,
You still smiled, we played some games, had some fun,
But not as much,
Then one day, you decided you would leave,
You were off to join the military,
I was so upset,
I cried all day,
I still cried sometimes, when you weren't there to play,
I didn't understand,
I thought you weren't coming back,
When I learned that you were,
I cheered all day, I was so happy! You were coming back one day!
I wrote you letters every week, and sent them to you,
You always loved them, you would say
But when you came back, you seemed a little different to me,
We still played games, hung out, smiled and had fun,
But all the while, she was still there.
Then you left again, promising that I would s
Chasing RainbowsWinter skies breathe you in to my lungs, memories, memories leave me breathless, my memoirs, memoirs of chasing rainbows. Slipping through my fingers, the butterfly gets away left alone and I'm feeling weary. Didn't understand the road I was on, lost it and now you're gone, echoes of my despair left in the dregs of dreams I break, gone now and I'm chasing rainbows. Follow the yellow brick road, click my heels I want to go home, I know it's out there I'll be waiting, I'm craving it, hold me down, chain me up, lock me in your head and throw away the key, I don't want to be free. Lay me down, I'm so frustrated, sick, sick and tired of chasing rainbows.Chasing Rainbows3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just found out something and this came alongIt's better to get me out of my illusionJust found out something and this came along3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Than sleeping forever in an endless dream
Dreaming that something is real but in reality it's not.
It's just something you thought you knew,
Someone you thought you are bond to meet
But in the end of the light
That person turns off the source of it
And left you alone in the darkness.
I used to love the image of that thing,
The shiniest in the dark night sky
Because they reminds me of you
I used to love the feeling of stuffed animals
Because you said you would make me feel so
And now, I just disgust them all.
Living forever in this darkness you have showered
You showered on me behind my back
Saying that i don't care about you and you leave me be
No matter how much attention and love i tried to give you
It was never enough for you to be satisfied.
No , i am not your friend
You never see me as one
No, they are ones you know
While you don't met them as long.
What happened to you and me?
You said we might bond to be
You said w
Antique LoveAre my feelings antiquated to you?Antique Love23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just a relic from the wreckage
Of your feckless past?
Then my guilt is dated.
You hold no more sway.
I tie stones to you, witch,
And watch you sink beneath me.
There is brick dust on my door step,
And black salt in my pocket.
At night when you try and sink
You’re rearing teeth into my bowed soul,
I nail my hands to my heart
Like a notice of eviction,
And command you to leave this vessel!
It leaks no more under your downpour,
The volcanoes inside me have not quieted,
You will never douse out my rites of life,
I celebrate my liberation from my home.
I hope one day you’ll make yourself
Grow bored, finally all tuckered out,
And maybe sit down and let yourself
Feel something other than anger.
ghost ships.You'd asked me to sit with you while you soaked in the bath,ghost ships.9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I had said yes, because things like that were little things
that friends could do for one another.
The steam had soaked into my throat like a lozenge,
and I mused that my skin was maybe warming,
my pores maybe opening to receive your happiness.
You'd told me, sitting in that bath,
that you were grateful that my eyes didn't look at you
the way other people's eyes looked at you.
You were grateful that you could trust me that way,
that I wouldn't abuse you,
just because of who I was.
I didn't need to say anything else because
that's when you told me
that you sometimes thought of dropping
your mother's hair dryer into the water with you.
I didn't need to ask why.
Like the steam to my lungs, I was the engine of your purge.
I was the tool you could use to free yourself
from the ever-elusive something that had taken a hold of you.
I was your salvation, sitting in your bathroom,
watching your naked form in the water as you shook
FallingI've lived through pain and broken heartsFalling11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've become torn apart
I've heard people call me weird and freak
they think I'm too weak
too lonely, too sad
that my very suffering makes them glad
everyday I lie to myself saying "It's okay"
that today will be a better day
but I end up sad and alone
I'm even lost in my home
I give up, I'll never be free!
Somebody please catch me...
UntitledMalevolent. Treating me like my feelings irrelevant. Walk into the room and they're right there like the elephant. The look in your eyes that reveals the truth, shot into my head like John Wilks Booth.Untitled1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The silence, the virtue.
The pain that won't hurt you.
Every little thing, of each and every day.
Confidence, belief. Assurance, conviction. All this back and forth like a crippling addiction.
I was blind, helpless.
Words I don't understand.
Through the shining light, all I saw was your guiding hand.
I was dumb, clueless. Void of reprimand. I truly believed I was able to do this.
GiftArtGift1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The making of art does not require much
And yet it requires
A hand to hold onto, wrinkled, pudgy or lithe
A whisper to capture like a firefly and stow away in yesterday’s pants pocket
Two tubes of pigment and a bottle
Ink for the blackest of blacks
Against the drips of mascara tumbling down the bags of my eyes
Three pencils to grasp onto,
One: to teach patience
Two: to teach concentration
Three: to teach courage
And the grays in between to teach compromise
Two chipped coffee mugs,
Weathered and beaten with brushstrokes and lipstick stains from the nights
I remember eating alone; you loved the sea
“Happy Birthday. I’m sorry this is all I could get for you.”
“You drew this?”
Two toned- paper and I spiral through a tunnel, one stroke up, down, left, right,
A rustle under the blankets and I see your eyes
Waking up to the moonlight
“Tell me a story, mommy”
Jade swirls into lavender, the princess breaks free
The Wanderer: When I Was YoungThe Wanderer: When I Was YoungThe Wanderer: When I Was Young2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young
I knew I wanted
To wander around the world
To climb up mountains
To wander without stop
To run away from this world
I knew I was to enter the a whole new world
I knew I was going wanderer secret paths of the world
To find where the saddest people are
To be a wanderer
I knew that when I young
And my name is Alice
Va plutot cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphereRongé par des idées suicidaires à cause d'une fille,Va plutot cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphere2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mais arrête de me faire chier avec ta crise de lycéen.
Comme tous les autres c'est du réconfort que tu recherches,
Va le chercher ailleurs,
Je n'ai pas été enfanté pour réconforter le monde.
Je le sais que tu passes tes soirées en larmes
Dans tes draps à attendre que les secondes passent,
Je le sais que tu camoufles ton désespoir
Derrière des masques de "dark connerie"
Va plutôt cracher tes tourments sur la blogosphère
Et arrête de croire que ton entourage est plus heureux que toi !
J'attends que tu caresses ta peau à coups de cutter,
Et si tu ne veux pas le faire pour toi au moins fais-le pour moi.
C'est difficile de vivre lorsque plus rien ne te satisfait,
Ni la musique ni les jeux vidéos,
Tu n'arrives plus à étudier,
Tu foires tous tes partiels,
Va plutôt avaler cette plaquette de somnifères.