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.
Mirror MirrorMirror Mirror on the wallMirror Mirror3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have a problem I need to solve
How come all the vigilant eyes
Make it feel like a wound in salt
Every time I see my reflection
How come I only get more questions
Why is every piece a lie
My soul and mind at intervention
So Mirror Mirror riddle me this
How come I can’t find blissfulness
Are you really on my side
Or just a darkly false abyss
16.12.14I heard Rudy quiver16.12.146 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.
Poetry Session:My True FamilyPeople say those you live with are your family,Poetry Session:My True Family3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that is complete bullshit.
That no matter what you go through they'll be there fore you,
how many more lies will humans go around spreading?
Yes I have a family, a mother, 3 sisters and a brother.
But I was the out cast to most of them,
they even argue among each other.
I was always different from them,
I often wondered why?
But I figured it out pretty clear that they're demons in disguise.
My always said that we need to stick together,
that we're all we have.
Well mom I found another family.
I know this one won't last.
You want to know the truth,
of I honestly truly feel?
I acknowledged only the youngest in the family,
the rest of you aren't even real.
I was never happy mom,
it's putting on a mask.
Shakira you are ghetto as hell.
Even though you're no whore you don't have class.
JaQueal you're gifted in many ways,
but damn you are mean.
But with your attitude right now you'll never fulfill your dream.
Sierra, Sierra you are alway
emptiness1.emptiness3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i wake up every morning at seven-fifteen
and get dressed in five minutes.
i usually have leftovers for breakfast
but some mornings i use the excuse that i feel sick
because sometimes i'd rather feel empty.
my mother tells me that the reason why i'm single
is that i make myself look unapproachable,
as if that hasn't stopped anyone before.
she says that if i was more friendly,
i'd probably be with someone by now.
when i was 12 years old,
i came home from a long day of school,
absolutely craving some food.
as i was eating my third slice of pizza,
my brother called me a "hungry hungry hippo."
to this day, i have one or two slices at most.
i used to love wearing shorts
until i realized that fat girls aren't designed to wear shorts.
according to society's rules, i should just wear jeans,
even if it's one hundred and three out
and i'm absolutely burning up.
i write all of these poems to express my feelings
but when it comes to telling someone how i really feel
i usually freeze
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
A VECES NO PENSAMOSA veces no pensamos, que en esta vida, hay que hacer todo lo único extraordinario, pues no sabemos cuando dejara de latir nuestro corazón. La vida no se hizo para estar triste ni enojado. Y vivimos con el reto de ver lo bello de cada día, pero se nos ha ido olvidando gozar esos momentos. Todo parece una simple imagen de la vida ante nuestros ojos, que nos da igual verlo gris o negro, sin ningún rastro de luz en tan vividos momentos.A VECES NO PENSAMOS1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yo se que en mi vida he hecho cosas que no son de mi agrado, pero vivo para aprender de ello y ultimadamente vivo con la idea de que el respeto, la confianza , el querer y el amar están desapareciendo en este mundo. Que la ira, el rencor, el miedo y la maldad.......hhhhhaaaaaa son los crueles organizadores de nuestros destinos y que no podemos hacer nada en contra de eso. Pero yo digo que si podemos hacer algo, aunque sea solo una voz ante el profundo abismo que es la humanidad, respiro ante el hecho que pue
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.
Running to a dream.I'm on the run from my pastRunning to a dream.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
running longer and harder day by day
I say I've moved on as my past gets closer and closer
till it's a pine needles breadth away from snapping.
It seems to be happening now the hour of my revelation has unveiled itself
this day is the time my past slips under my footing
sliding and falling the cement brushing the skin
torn flesh I pick myself up brush off my past
part of me laying down before me a metallic smell hitting me
strengthening the resolution to leave the delusional illusions of my past which weaken me to panting breathing
the pain wants to brake me as I step and stumble
but it only empowers me to want an empire
I would fall in the woods to have a bed of pine needles to piercingly comfort me
pin needles lying inside my skin needlessly
for every piece I remove another pierced the flesh
until it stops my running won't stop
you will hear me panting from the weight on my shoulders as I get stronger the weight on my shoulders grow larger but I keep on go
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
AssumptionsIt's untrueAssumptions5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The same time.
Will ever know.
A single word;
"So don't judge me".
Snow StormGrey clouds swallow the blue,Snow Storm5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in one swift wave
The gentle, cool breeze
turns to a powerful, icy gust
Trees bow, their trunks straining,
at the might of the storm
As the sun, along with its protective warmth,
sinks below the horizon for yet another day,
the wind picks up to a frightening howl
causing animals to hurry for shelter
to escape the storm’s deadly clutches.
Leaves are blown up in a spiral,
dancing in the freezing night air
Finally, the clouds release their intense fury,
sending millions of tiny, white flakes of frost
down to earth
in a great fit of rage
Lost in a world of swirling white,
those unlucky enough are
Unable to see where they are trudge
their prints quickly vanishing behind them
With one last beat of the drum, the clouds part,
as does the white,
revealing a scene not to be marvelled at
by human eyes
As creatures emerge from their hiding places,
They are met by a friendly crunch as they take their first step
into this winter wonderland
and tall trees, their br
Despondent.What exactly do I need to do in order to start pleasing you?Despondent.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why is it so difficult? In other things, I'd just be breezing through,
Nothing works, not the jokes or the antics I feebly do,
I can't stomach swallowing my pride, guess I need a feeding tube,
I don't even know what I want, I'm a living contradiction,
As if logic is putting my love under constant striction,
I promise myself not to act like a weirdo Roald Dahl edition
Then I fail to compensate those promises like politicians,
It's difficult to tell, but I actually want affection,
But my "boyish charm," "witty sense of humor" and "suave complexion,"
Ability to notice grammar mistakes and stop a lesson
I think repels females and makes them want to block connection,
And it's also the way I look at girls when they want to spend a look,
Again, part of my sense of humor, I'm a lonely nerd, not a senseless crook,
While two of my best friends are probably planning for a date in the brook,
I feel as if I'm stuck just talking to m
Eck(s)Unter keinem Namen,Eck(s)1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Unter keinem Stern
ist zu finden, was ich suche.
Ich finde es im Wind,
in einem Sonnenstrahl,
in einer Bewegung,
An deiner Seite fand ich es.
Es trennen uns Meilen,
jeder Gedanke an dich tut mir weh.
Ich will dich nicht wiedersehen,
doch ich suche nach dir,
weil ich weiß, nur in dir
finde ich mich.
First Kiss SyndromeAnd she never felt tears like these...First Kiss Syndrome5 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 tockTimebomb6 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
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
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.