The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014
I Used To Have A ReasonI used to have a reason to do what I do,I Used To Have A Reason5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Now it is just a habit I am trying to get through,
Meaningless motions, without emotions,
Trying to keep a clean conscience.
Embracing the darkness in the dim light,
I do not think I will sleep another night,
It is 4 AM, and there is no meaning,
To feel what I used to be feeling.
The pen slides through snow white paper,
It cuts it in two like a sharp saber,
But what is the point of doing this all
If It feels empty just like this Fall?
To fill the void I leave to fate,
There is no love, there is no hate
For times have changed.
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke21 hours 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
Just a DreamA week after he turn twenty threeJust a Dream3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My fairy tale story had ended
The temporarily fantasy was over
He was perfect
Loved ones approved of him
I thought he was it
I never doubted him
No more tears
No more hiding
No more lies
But all was suddenly taken away from me
He stopped being there
No given reason
I shrugged it off easy
My mind said let it go
But my heart says suspicious
He then didn't come
How could this happened?
What did I do?
I said too much?
Did he not believe in us anymore?
He's not coming home
This can't be happening to me
For this is just a dream
The Weepings of the PhoenixI can't think of many timesThe Weepings of the Phoenix1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That I've cried so much.
When feelings won't turn to rhymes
And from reality, I'm losing touch.
Sobbing and lying in my weepings,
Praying to a God that I don't believe in.
When these hands they tug
Towards the River Styx.
My resolve like concrete I hug
But a wolf can break into a house of bricks.
This poor piggy sits alone
And waits to just be eaten.
I fell to my knees to fear The Lord
And appease his pope.
But my heart he won't come aboard
And I'm losing hope.
Only have a sail full of holes
And life in Sargasso ain't too breezy.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing of
As it all,
Trying to burn away my pains
With these hands of ash.
But my head went up in flames
And my brain turned to mash.
Sitting back to the door,
Shirt up, and skin kissing metal.
The only peace I can find
Is with her and sleep.
I can't escape this flame
For it burns internal.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing o
how do they even dareI can’t seehow do they even dare1 day 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.
I moved.I remember the day he died so clearly in my head.I moved.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was on the phone to my friend and i could hear my mother shouting,
"This isn't right."
"This can't be right."
"Tell me it's not true."
Then the screaming came,
and i felt my stomach drop, something was wrong.
But when i stepped outside,
Everything was fine.
The sun was still shining,
wind still blowing.
Then those words,
Thats all i heard over the screaming and the crying and suddenly it wasn't so perfect,
I couldn't hear,
I couldn't breathe,
i could barely see.
Yet i moved.
I moved to comfort my mother whose screams i could no longer hear,
because she didn't need me.
She needed him.
We all did.
We all do.
And although my legs still shake and my eyes are stained with black rings.
I still move,
And i still see.
Ever since that day,
despite what they said and what they told me,
I never stopped moving
My HomeYou walk in the front door, and the first thing you notice is that my home is a mess. Stuff is strewn about everywhere, nothing is put away. But this isn’t just the mess of carelessness, no, there’s a reason it looks ransacked. Looking around, you see that reason.My Home6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There are no closets in my home.
The front door had “shy,” “awkward” and “introvert” written all over it, but the doorbell proudly announced “nice guy” with a footnote specifying “not that kind of nice guy.”
In the main room you see “childlike,” “daydreamer,” and “gamer” scattered all over the floor, shelves stuffed full of “bookworm.” A huge box overflows with “collector” and the occasional “hoarder.”
The kitchen has “wants to cook” shelved right next to “can’t cook.” The “out-of-shape” in the fridge has gone bad but I haven’t th
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.letters on leaving.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrists
when i finally realized death never arrives on time,
i started smoking when i turned 18
to speed his arrival
because somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.
2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits go
I stopped smoking again
threw the knife away and closed the toilet lid.
Who am I?Me?Who am I?3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am a nobody.
Just another voice in the distance,
A figure in the shadowy corner that is my life.
I am a time bomb,
On which my timer resets at random.
Never quite on track with the rest of the world always three steps behind,
I can't take it!
This is not worth my effort,
My writing, my singing, composing, what have you,
Its all pointless.
No one will ever see or know the inner workings of my mind.
The cogs that turn and create the genius that I like to think of myself,
Knowing I'm only average at most,
Barely worth the air that I breathe.
I'm so lost.
I just don't know how or why or what to do
I can't even begin to fathom the complexities that make up the human psyche
Forcing these words from my mouth and these emotions,
These emotions that ignite a flame within me that is burning my lungs and esophagus like poison!
Poison, of my own creation.
That I chose to drink.
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I just escape from it all?
Let the past die?
I'm not even good for my
PresentOut of all that I writePresent4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can only make sad songs
that's my hubris, I'ma lose it
late nights still stuck on the past
can't wait for a Christmas present
man, right now that would be Heaven
but it's too far in the future
guess I'm ahead of my time
maybe that's why I can't rhyme
and when I rap the sad songs
all I can do is whine
I guess I'm all shook up
like a coconut with lime
Sex crimesTwo steps from you a woman ingests fowl wordsSex crimes5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Offered for free by a troubled mind
Who in her sex finds a deep crime.
It is right here, so close to us,
This violence against the kin of Venus
Girlfriend and mother,
Sister, daughter, lover.
So close to you, so close to me
That I wish I had 1000 eyes to see
The danger far ahead and to avoid
The words that bruise one so
The touch that violates my womanhood.
Protect me, please, protect her too,
Speak up, disclose the aggressor
serenity builds herself in solitudeand it's days like theseserenity builds herself in solitude1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when the sun rises over grey and white;
rushing while the world sleeps under this blanket,
and although i'm wide awake, i too, slumber
and wander as if in a trance
later, the sun is higher
and the only trace of the quiet morning
is the gentle blast of heating -
almost superfluous under the azure sky.
it's as if the clouds had fallen
but were finally blown away in the crispness of day -
and in the midst,
this lull in the mind -
a haze that has drifted into my very psyche
bringing quietness, and for once,
The Merry TownRun run little oneThe Merry Town15 hours 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.Footsteps1 day 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
WARNING: Contains words of profanityTo you I'm a quiet irresponsible girl,WARNING: Contains words of profanity6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To me you're the piece of shit that don't know a thing about me.
To you I'm just a- pain in your arse.
Getting in your way,
You say I'm a waste of space.
Bitch get the message,
Why can't you cope with my shit?
Get away from me if you're tired of it,
If you don't wanna waste your time- get over it.
To me you mean nothing,
But to you I mean everything.
I mean like- figure out your feelings and move with the flow,
Your feelings so arrogant get over the show.
I don't wanna know you better than I did,
To you I'm just like any other pieces of shit.
But you compared to everyone,
you're a stupid whore.
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
StringsThat’s not how friendship works.Strings4 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
Antique LoveAre my feelings antiquated to you?Antique Love6 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.