Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.Cuando los angeles caen3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymorePORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screamingLost3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the darkness, in your bedroom.
It can be when the fresh smell of tea
(earl grey, hot)
in the morning
makes you unsure what to do
with your hands.
MantisI’m in love with a mantis, granted the bug is small it understands me.Mantis1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Crawled to me, cradled me and touched my reactor.
Told me, my blood bleeds red. Not because of the hemoglobin, but because of cranberry juice.
Each pour of it, is of immense use, don’t waste it she said; it’s the seed to someone’s spruce.
Talk to the blade and your harsh skin; it’s time for a truce.
Be like Bruce. Become water, not the cactus.
Remove the rough skin, don’t let the water spill, bartending comes with practice.
Come within, meditate, regulate, lift those bad thoughts, Levitate. Then you will resonate.
At this point yall, I thought Eliza Thornberry and Dr Dolittle ain’t got shit on me.
Sittin back spongebob grinnin, Kermit tea sippin and ultimately. Introspecting.
See, the mantis is the small voice within us that tell us to remember,
That basketball shorts and flip flops should be banned in the winter.
On a cloudy day, behind the shroud, there is a great thing in
Can't Can't do this no moreCan't 1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can't live this lie
I can't fall asleep and
Can't bare to cry
Can't run away
Can't live my life
I can't stop this pain and
Can't stop this knife
Can't find myself
Can't be in the norm
I can't find a safe place and
Can't hide from your storm
Can't hold up my head
But I can't live this way
I can't be your friend
Can't handle the pain
Can't let this happen
But can't let it end
You can't break my heart
Cause you know it can't mend
Can't say I'm sorry
Can't tell the truth
I can't say I love someone and
Can't say that it's you
Can't see you again
Can't tell you goodbye
Can't let you hug me
Cause you can't see me cry
I am merely a questionFor who could possibly seem fit to answer me?I am merely a question1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Will I possibly lead to a response or will I forever remain unanswered, a question, mere evoking further questions.
Is that what I am?
Will I ever know or shall my time pass in agony as I await a potential idea, a probable causation?
Does someone know my answer or am I left here to collect dust, I can only wait, and wait I shall, for even if someone where to answer me, what would my worth be?
Would I be cast aside and labeled solved or will I be further pursued and expanded?
And yet, neither option seems fitting, and my sole entity will be nothing more than dust, answered, unanswered, in progress...
Always a set back is the existence of my own, and yet maybe one day, yes, maybe one day my answer will be the achievement of another,
Maybe that person who pursues me shall find happiness in the journey or as such the mind shall relish the mere joy of said achievement
Even so for that one person I have given my question and from them have obtain
Dear Someone, Sincerely No OneDear Someone,Dear Someone, Sincerely No One4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You probably don't know who I am.
Just know I'm a grain of sand underneath your feet.
You know me, dear Someone.
I'm that person that wishes too much; that dreams too big.
I'm that person who says she hates this and that, when in reality, the thing I hate is myself for caring about you too much.
Perhaps you know me better as No One.
Now do you remember?
That student you gave up on?
That friend that would give you the moon and the stars if she could?
That shivering creature huddled in the dark that you ignored like the plague in December?
Yup... That's me.
I do not wish for your guilt; your shame.
I don't want you to say you're sorry or pray for forgiveness to whatever God you have.
I want you to realize that our heart beats are the same, even if I am filth compared to you.
I know you have better things to do than listen to an old stair or the crackling of a dead leaf.
I know I am nothing but an annoying crow to you.
I know... I know... I am noth
judeon these bittersweet mays,jude3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mild and warm
he imagines music on her lips
through which her poison passed.
kisses on her wrists,
from which the blades drew breath--
but he would not be one to love her,
they both had known.
too fickle a storm, he always said,
but not the may they lay her down
in the tomb in which she rests.
Low...Stupid kid with bad ideasLow...5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
thinks too much and can't see
that he's basically nothing
but few hopes and lame dreams
more numb than novacation
but writes daily and draws too
even while he's in school
quiet dude, is what he be
sucks worse than DSP
smart mouth like Double Dee
and guess what
that kid is me
[Dove se vola][Dove se vola]20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Quanno te guardo er còre se ferma
Sembra che vive 'n'artra esistenza
Dove 'n se trova la terraferma
Dove se vola senza 'na scienza
Quanno te bacio er còre s'arresta
Come se fosse troppo contento
D'esse conteso in questa tempesta
Dove sei pioggia e io sono vento
Quanno te amo er còre se squaja
Trema, barcolla, perde la rotta
Dentro de te sbatte e se 'ncaja
E sur còre tuo poi s'accappotta
UntitledThis is darknessUntitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and it hurts
And I don't know whether I'll
live to see
Do you really understand?I understand your frustration with your group,Do you really understand?5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Oh, you understand.
Then you get that I was humiliated.
That I was betrayed, ignored,
Made to feel worthless,
and they could've done better with communicating,
In a class that I took,
(Ironic that you were the one taught it)
I was taught,
At it’s basic level,
some form of the imparting or interchange
or information by speech,
or signs…funny how that never happened
which they all fully admitted when apologizing
I never got a sorry,
A my bad,
Or even an oops.
But I’m sure it’s my fault.
and asking that I give you a good grade,
Like that makes it any better?
Oh, so the fact that I got an A,
Means that I should forgive,
Forget, and move on.
which they all thought you deserved.
I’m so glad,
That I deserve an A
Philosophical ThoughtWe live in such a beautiful world and yet... we regret it.Philosophical Thought3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We create our own little world to keep us hidden from reality.
Our own reality against the world's reality is very different.
We do this to hide the horrifying truth that this beautiful world of ours bear.
GarnetThe garnet's not a precious stoneGarnet6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not like the gems you promised me
The ones I never got to see
Although that does not bother me
As your words are memories
That I sometimes take and see
Every time I think of thee
I have a box kept far from view
Full of little parts of you
Of dates and times all old and new
Of happy rhymes and things I drew
Some fictitious and some quite true
Of thoughts I've kept, you never knew
But now the coffees all gone cold
The record's scratched and getting old
And you are sick of the same tune
We have no time, you have no room
For you to breathe and share with me
What a waste we've grown to be
The garnet's not a precious stone
No amethyst or a ruby
Topaz is now all you'll see
Some new friend that she will be
Although I hope you can still see
That you still mean the world to me
ColdCold. So very cold.Cold1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can you imagine
just for a moment
a frozen bite that goes deeper than just your skin.
A frosty chill
that seems to penetrate your lungs
and seems intent
on encasing your whole body
But it can't encase
your whole body,
it encases that which keeps the body alive:
The cold engulfs your heart
and soon you feel the very blood in your veins
You find it
to even breathe properly.
Then the cold
the wicked cold
reaches your brain
and you begin to think
why should I bother breathing at all?
Slowly, the cold
the devil's coldness
seems to take control of your body.
Before you know what's happening
and unable to move.
one thing that the cold
the dominant cold
will never be able to
the single spot of light
in the endless darkness.
The spark that ignites
out of your body.
If you want it to.
whenever you feel the cold
When Panic AttacksIt hurts to breatheWhen Panic Attacks1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An invisible corset tightens around my lower
I can't make a fuss, so I must leave
I can't stand
I'm starting to cry
I don't know why
I'm beginning to panic
Er WundEr Wund6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dein Samt ist giftiges Moos
hart und hell
grinst du, dein offener Mund
feigt meine Ohren
das mir die Augen zufallen.
Mein Blut rauscht uns um die Arme,
weil dein Knie mir ins Gesicht knickt
es bleibt kein Zentimeter
und dem Abgrund in den du mich stürzt
Lieb gekost hab ich dich
Welk bleiben deine Finger
dann in meinen Haaren hängen.
Du zerreisst meine Kopfhaut
als du mir ins Gesicht fahren willst
Ich warte auf den Punkt den ich
nicht setzen kann
weil du schon einen Doppelpunkt
über mein A und O
Me and Me (Poem)I'm beautiful, confident, strong, smart, and happy!Me and Me (Poem)1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm horrible, ugly, heinous, villainous, annoying, and too yappy
I love life. Its sounds and scenery
Is it me or is everyone too needy?
I feel productive and ready to get work done!
Or lie in bed forever. I don't care if everyone thinks I'm gone
I feel happy with my friends here with me
I wish everyone would go away forever and let me be
I love myself and I know people love me too
Or is that another lie I say to myself to make myself feel cool?
I see myself living my dreams
But all I see is me scr
To SleeperA thousand reasons to to dismiss meTo Sleeper1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And a thousand to keep me
But dismissal is easy
As you like it- Goodbye
AthenaI am Athena.Athena4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Born of the King’s screeching cranium.
I sit here to contemplate my fate,
As builder of rockets and death,
Architect of life.
Or so I tell myself.
Wrap my arms a little tighter to my sides.
Pull my sleeves a little further down my arms.
Hope words don’t show through,
Thick and hairy hands grasp at plume,
To tear it off.
It is glued with bonds of time.
Of days speaking lies
Holding on the paper smile
Telling them I am the Orpheus they see.
But of what use is paper to me?
I can’t build a body of paper,
Let alone a life.
So I sit in the shower
And recite my new name over and over.
“Hi, I’m Athena. Nice to meet you.”
I can’t say it aloud,
Reconcile me and the world.
Thus plunge myself deeper into the web.
You have your revenge
For I am beaten by my own mind.
I no longer have words say,
They catch in my throat.
I sit through hours with nothing to show
Except red letters on my arm.
Speak to me now,
done.You know that your done you know that iv won.done.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know who you are, giving me scars.
And now that its done and you know that iv won, I'm done.
Negative Color PoemBLACK our beast as dark as shadows.Negative Color Poem2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Filled with death, pride, and sorrows.
RED our hate born out of darkness.
Filled with rage, anger, and madness.
ORANGE our determination to rise higher.
Filled with lies, deceit, and desire.
YELLOW our fears that lead to fragility.
Filled with caution, depression, and anxiety.
GREEN our jealousy tied with ambition.
Filled with greed, decay, and enervation.
BLUE our sadness formed from tears.
Filled with pain, regret, and fears.
PURPLE our spirit surrounded in mystery.
Filled with gloom, frustration, and inferiority.
Anger issue.I am a Human with a bad temper.Anger issue.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Having much pain within.
Hate myself for being silly.
Hard times.. find myself burdened with them heavily.
Hostile words.. I do used them occasionally.
Harsh on the world unreasonably.
Healing? may be...
Honest yet, to the way I feel.
All calm and nice I do act,
which is kind of untrue!
Helpless when it comes to emotion.
I am just a mortal being with an anger issue.
We can fight this togetherHe took her arm, rolled up her sleeve,We can fight this together1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And gasped at the damage a blade could leave.
Her broken skin, the horizontal lines,
"It's just a scratch, the worse ones are inside."
And then he pressed them to his lips,
Leaving her shocked to a simple kiss.
And tears dripped down from her eyes,
An apology bubbling, to her surprise.
'We'll fight this together." he promises her.
"Because these demons can't last forever."