It Feels HorribleYou don't know why you act like this.... It's something that makes you feel so out of place, people just don't seem to understand what happens to you in these situations and and just don't seem to understand what happens to you when something sets you off... It's physically disturbing for you and you don't know why! You like to dance and you like to sing and laugh and enjoy yourself but when people seem to misunderstand the way you feel, it gets quite irritating... You don't know and it makes me upset! Especially when people don't realise what it does to you! Why can't people just understand as easily as you do? The worst part is, it makes you feel worse whenever anybody comes to check on you, it makes you feel upset that people will ruin their own entertainment for you and nobody realises.It Feels Horrible1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
It's a horrible feeling being the cause of someone's problems... It's even more worrying most of the time when you feel like nobody even cares... Despite the fact that you care for everyone, strange
insane poemInsane, insaneinsane poem3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Should I stand out cold in the rain?
I think I deserve to do it, since I'm always blamed.
Did I make that blood stain?
Guess I did, since I locked you chains.
I'm mad, I'm mad
Am I really that bad?
I think I am, since I never make you glad.
I'm mad, I'm mad
I think I made you sad
I don't care; you make me feel terrible, but just a tad!
Oh wow, I broke your heart!
Oops, don't worry; I'm as well falling apart!
Do you feel the pain?
All my happiness is going down the drain
SplitRemember the time when I used to talk to myself constantly and you asked me to say a prayer because it was "the devil taking over my mind" and I had to "resist him" while it was probably just an imaginary friend. But you didn't believe in those. You practically made everybody believe I was a weirdo- as if I'm any less now- when the real story was that even in that young age, my mind had decided to split my soul into half so that I had an alter ego whom I gave a name similar to mine but not a hundred percent identical- in the eyes of the world, an imaginary friend. In other words, I was born bipolar. But you... it's hard for you to not associate anything with something spiritual. If someone's gay, they're possessed. If someone's suffering, God's punishing them. If someone's mentally ill- oh no, they aren't mentally ill. The devil is influencing their mind. You'll have to pray it away because it is a sin. But what sort of devil in his right mind would possess a person, causing an iSplit2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Life is a wonderful feelingI'm sorry, but I don't want to be an empressLife is a wonderful feeling1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
That's not my business
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone if possible
Jew, Gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world there's room for everyone and the good earth is rich
And can provide for everyone
The way of life can be free and beautiful
But we have lost the way
Greed has poisoned men's souls
Has barricaded the world with hate
Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed
We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want
Our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness hard and unkind
We think too much and feel too little
The hate of men will pass, and dictators die
And the power they took from the people will return to the people
And so long as men die, liberty will never peri
Spoken word - DisconnectDisconnect..Spoken word - Disconnect3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Yes it is a scary word.
In a world - where to take your phone with you - is a must..
Since we are all a bit afraid to stay alone
I"ll better carry this baby in my pocket,
-and i will not be be forgotten -Today
...True?.. its this just ,me.. ?
Actually this may be the last breath I take..
Last 24 hours of joy, of pain of me..
but that's not important ..still if I can update my facebook status..
Well we never know...
Why ...do we still believe we will live forever...
Yes.. I will live forever, but not this flesh...
This is not the best of me...
yet the best is what you will never see...
..if you look with your physical eyes..
- cause the visible is temporary but the invisible is eternal..
Why and here do we fix our eyes?
Heads down looking in our phones.. seeking something to set us free, but staying more and more captured by this small reality..
we call it connection..
but to be true we are so disconnected from the truth we would no
Argument with an academic- You with your ubiquitous contexts!Argument with an academic2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
with your flexible and multiple identities!
with your elaborate frames of reference!
with your nuanced interpretations!
with your non-judgmental attitudes
Yeah, YOU with your use of plural forms after each and every noun:
How can I ever make you angry?
Void HeartA torn heart will never make you fill whole just a dark thought of what was and now what is real time will heal the wounds as the dark abyss that was a beating heart of affection takes time to heal let your heart breath in the beauty of what love is, the fast pace of emotions which brings us to our knees pleading to be love to be cherished with the warmth of your beauty, as we hold close to our memories our passion to love for all entirety, let this tear in your heart be healed by our passion to love stronger and grow wiser as the void in our hearts learns to love once moreVoid Heart2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
For youNote for youFor you23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
First of, thank you for accepting me on Facebook, to be honest,
i'd never thought that we would be friends so fast i mean i'm so cold ,
distant and not very social with people i meet but, with you,
everything went so fast and i was super happy to meet you and
i'm still happy. Thank you for staying by my side even with our little
fights, i just can't be mad at you or if i'll do, i would blame myself all
day until i'll talk to you again. Sorry if i'm a pain with my stories
but you know...I feel better when i tell them to you. Thank you for
putting a smile on my face before i go to school and when i come
back. Without being poetic but, you brought the little childish
crazy girl that i was before , thank you. Every sigle words you said,
I will never forget them, those words are why i'm fighting for...
Thank you for being awesome... Thank you for never let me down...
Thank you for being different to others...I love you.
The other on the busCasting out the other,The other on the bus3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
Rinsing out the residue,
Empathy is waiting for rain in the drought.
Voices talking over,
Can’t look over my shoulder,
Words tumbling from their mouths like boulders,
Perhaps,words get hotter as I grow older.
Writer's blockI'm suffering from a pretty bad case of writer's block. It's almost like loving you was the only thing that kept my pen running and pages flipping in the middle of the night powered by the thoughts of you alone. now that I've moved forward physically, my pen refuses to move itself forward like it did once, on its own accord, tattooing those slices of dead trees I use to express myself called 'paper'. A rapper once told me to work on smaller projects and imagine they're bigger ones in order to get into the feel of writing whatever it is you're writing- rap, poetry, music, fiction, non-fiction, etc. and I guess that's applicable to a certain extent but nothing will ever give me the feel of writing about you...everWriter's block1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word