YouI forgot how to write for meYou5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Because, deep down, it was always you
You in the laughter and you at my worst
It was you, and at the time, that was all that mattered
I forgot how much you loved me
Drunk on power and high on you
Sobriety kicked in and I'm falling, again
Not in love, but towards the scrapes of what I shattered
Loneliness: The void inside you. Have you ever felt so… alone?Loneliness: The void inside you.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Not alone as in you don't have anyone to talk to, but alone as in empty and forgotten? You feel numb, and hollow, like nothing matters anymore. Like a bone-chilling sort of emptiness has a hold on you. It's icy fingers laced around your very being, consuming you till there's nothing left...
You could just lay there for hours, staring at nothing but it hurts so much. The feeling of true loneliness is sickening, in both your head and your stomach. Your mind starts to wonder, your chest constricts, and the tears start to run down your face before you know what's happening... You don't even know why your crying... You just are, because you feel like It's all you can do.
Before you know it, everything just stops. The tears dry up the sobs quieten down and subside, and you are left with nothing but a dull ache in your entire body.... And you just stare at the wall, contemplating what your existence truly means, and you come to the conclusion that
Vent“Be yourself” you saidVent3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In a voice that hit me direct
But how can you say that
While you shun my interests?
“Don’t bottle your feelings up”
You say to “help”
But you’ve never ever listened
So I instead just shut up.
“I’ll always love you” you cooed
Stroking my tears away
But then you spoil him
And yell at me the next day.
You nod your head quietly
In reply to my fandom-centric ideas
But did you know that it feels like
You’re telling me you don’t care?
“You deserve better…” you choked
Sobbing besides my bed
Are you sure that it’s not you
Who deserved the right of rest?
I’m probably mental
Or so I tell myself
As I look in the mirror
With bottles of emotions on my shelf
You probably cry over me
But why do I deserve that?
You deserve a sweeter girl
Not a lazy little brat
I doubt anyone cares
I don’t think I even do
Who cares about the girl
With her pessimistic attitude?
Life EntriesOneLife Entries23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Today I felt like a ghost
Today I've been bullied
Today I felt alone
Today I couldn't stop crying
Five, six, seven, eight...
They kept adding on
BullyYou think that you're funny.Bully2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You think that it's great to ruin peoples lives.
So what if they ran away crying?
At least you're popular now.
So what if they cut themselves?
At least you're happy.
So what if they commit suicide?
So what if their family mourns over their grave?
So what if you're the cause of their death?
At least you got a bloody good laugh out of it.
Surrounded by your so-called 'friends'.
People who only like you for being a bitch.
Do you think that they can help being short?
Do you think that beauty matters?
Do you think that they should die just because they disagree with you?
You like someone of the same sex? Go and die!
You have an opinion? Go and die!
You have respect for others? Go and die!
You like different things from me? Go and die!
That's the logic of a bully.
Pharaoh HeightMy paradise ain't a pair of dicePharaoh Height1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I'm not the type to land on despair or nice
I'm the type to try to fly for my pharaoh height
I took the red pill twice, check my fahrenheit
I'm the one twice over nigga, so don't look down
Back to back, you Meek Mills better look now
No daps and pounds, you niggas ain't off the hook now
I'm off the ground, ain't no getting overlooked now
All I needed was someone to hold me down
Who would've thought that you would literally hold me down?
I used to constipate, now it's all coming out
Diarrhea flow, here you can hold this now
Cause you used to shit on me
Back when my worth was just a mystery
So I'ma make a masterpiece out of misery
And shit it all out bigger than the state of Missouri
I refuse to trade in my freedom for whips and chains
Fuck February, cause everyday is history
And those 400 years don't mean shit today
I'm not your nigger, your nigga or your friend
You see the blood of a slave but I've got the heart of a king
Allow myself to reintroduce mys
The Frown Behind The SmileEveryone though she was perfect,The Frown Behind The Smile4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
that she had it all, even a perfect life.
But that was all they could see because,
she never showed her true pain to the world.
She kept her emotions inside of her,
not daring to let them free for whatever reason.
Everyday she forced herself to smile,
if she frowns everyone would pity her.
She didn't want no one's pity or concern,
that's what she always believed.
"I rather have my emotions destroy me,
than the monster that lurk on earth"
What were those monsters she said?
They are mostly known as humans.
Not all of them are bad, some are nice,
but the rest are just monster waiting for their prey.
She never cried, its not like she didn't want to,
its just that she can't, she is not allowed.
"Crying is a sing of weakness, you can't cry,
only if someone of the family died you can cry."
That's what her mother always said, but even in
the funerals she didn't cry, only on one special funeral she did.
BlueI cried for weeks, for monthsBlue3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I locked the college
I locked a lifetime
Everything was dry
But when I thought in the desert I would never see water,
It rained ,
And in the blue I realized that no suffering is meaningless.
Pain will always exist , but as long as there is someone to whom I can take my soul a glass of water and relieve suffering thirst, everything can collapse , but I will not give up on life .
Ghosts of a dark past.I keep trying to pick up the pieces.Ghosts of a dark past.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
But I just end up cutting myself on the edges.
CautionHold your heart safe and closeCaution3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
because one day it'll go after
what it wants most -
Ready to give itself away,
to serve another
for the rest of its days.
And should it be wrong,
drowning in mistakes,
it's hard to be strong
when you've handed a liar your strength.
LeereIch sitze hier.Leere1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Mein Herz schlägt, doch fühle ich nur eine Leere.
Sie schmerzt mich.
Es ist wie Loch, in mitten meiner Brust.
Ein Loch das mich innerlich zerreißt, mich verschlingt.
Es nimmt mir Freude, Stolz und viele andere Gefühle und lässt mir nur die Liebe.
Doch ist diese nicht schön.
Sie schmerzt mich.
Sie verbrennt mich.
Sie verschlingt mich.
Sie nimmt meinen Geist ein und verhindert jedes Denken.
This time, last yearIf the me from this year had the chance to travel back in time and meet the me from this time, last year...I wouldn't take that opportunity. Instead, I will seize the chance to go back to this time, 10 years ago instead because why choose a time where I'm already dead. Might as well go back to that moment right before I got killed by that bullet through my heart called 'rejection' and push that lil' girl out of the way so I could take it for her instead. (Why victimize an innocent child just starting to really live for once when you can just shoot a fully-grown corpse instead) And I'll simply tell her "Don't be intimidated by their stares just because they haven't seen anything like you before- a delicate creature with wide, penetrating, eyes and wings folded under your clothes, ready to be opened in the worst possible moments and to just fly away." Or better yet, I'll tell her to just fly away right at that moment itself. "That way, you wouldn't have died. That way, maybe I wouldn't bThis time, last year1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
HaterThose deep dark eyes,Hater3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
that burning shell,
of a hater.
Those fake long urges,
that fall asunder,
only a hollow toy,
for a sinner.
Caressing a loathing,
a cackling thunder,
what's it to you,
as you falter?
Masked by a fault,
shaping a blunder,
a reckless ploy,
to be a winner.
an array of lies,
a trivial risk,
insulting and vain.
Words of fatigue,
grotesque and lucid,
of all the things you could be,
why a hater; a lonesome being?
Love Plus Life Is LossYou know she's just a girl who's got nothing better to doLove Plus Life Is Loss4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
So when her friend are back, why would she be fucking with you?
She's just got an itch to scratch and nothing better to do
So why'd you think she think she needs another minute with you?
You know the story, she rises like dawn in the dead of night
Plays a game of possum like a deer in the headlights
Makes you think that she could be the beacon of a better life
But honestly she'd probably just a sharpening a better knife
Than last time, oh yeah, you remember last time
Talking bout that stab in your back is your pass-time
Mr. Broken-Heart on his sleeve never learns shit
And when you do you don't take chances so you don't deserve it
You know, Mrs. Perfect, Ms. makes you nearly worship
Melts your heart and common sense and leaves you in the dirt stiff
Why don't you get that you gotta stop looking at the future or the past
And I tell myself "Cause I ain't got shit right now but that"
You know she's just a girl who's got nothing
The Worth of PainWhat are your worth's, what are your value's, is it your children, your money, is it your fame or the pleasure of sex, all are great but all come with one common feeling no one can shake, no matter how long it takes, PAIN is the factor the destruction of life in all, it make you humble or destroys our passion, the pain of a mother birth to a new life, to bring into the light and the loss of a child who never seen the light, from the millions you make to the night you gamble it away, for a fame of the light that's has you shining bright, a little dimness of the dark day will overcast your light, making that lime light pitch black, to the pleasure of sex the beating of hearts, with ecstasy at the touch, to the next morning your coughing blood and scared to get it checked, pain is life, pain is strife, a feeling born in the beginning and with us till death, humble your values and worth's, pain can only teach us to love ourselvesThe Worth of Pain17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
LeafLeafLeaf1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
On the last autumn day
there ever where to be
a single leaf landed
on a still mirror pond
the leaf could go nowhere
for there where no wind
nor no time left
TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 12------------------------------------Anteriormente--------------------------------------------TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 122 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
J D y M: Listas
Fred habre la puerta y quedan impactadas por lo que ven
Jazz: Y que piensan hacer?
Fred: Solo esperen
En eso Thomas aparece con ropa diferente arriba del esenario con su guitarra azul.
Thomas: Marie antes que nada te debo confesar algo muy importante, en una cancion
Empieza a tocar la guitarra y comienza a cantar
Marie: Tommy...*con lagrimas enlos ojos*
Thomas: Marie *la toma de sus manos y la mira a los ojos* He intentado con indirectas decirte lo que siente mi corazon por ti. Y como veo no ha funcionado, espero que con esta cancion allas entendido que Te amo con todo mi corazon, y no quiero vivir sin ti, mi mundo se derrumbaria si no estas en el. Tengo la esperanza que tu sientas lo mismo por
GoldDear… someone,Gold2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In no part of the world does there exist someone like you. Someone just perfectly and completely like you. Someone whose stride is just as long with confidence but short with remembrance of past terrors, whose voice seeps and drips with just as much liquid gold and just as much thoughtful thought and just as much pure, shining kindness….
I saw you one day dressed pretty. Your hair was tied back and laid gently over your shoulders, arms covered (as always) with long, thin sleeves, eyes framed by black ink fading into your skin…. “Pretty” is an understatement. I watched in awe as you walked across the room, heels clicking on floor before toes, then I saw something. Underneath the crisscross fabric covering your legs with a thin layer of ash, dark marks weighted with thickness
Things I learnt Being With YouThings I learnt Being With YouThings I learnt Being With You4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I- I know, it hurts I honestly understand, at times nothing makes you feel better. We lose people that we love there's nothing we can do to change it, say I'm sorry be together be there for each other because at the end of the day each other is all we have.
II- "Are you okay?" Is something we get asked, usually to be polite- for social convention and sometimes is genuinely meant- If the answer is no, no I'm not fucking okay and you just want to fucking cry. You know what? that is absolutely okay too. You know why? because you're not made of steel no matter how you may want to be well you're not. Just let it out, just let it out.
III- Enjoying the small things in life is important, life listening to your favourite album because it helps, just pulling your headphones on and being alone. Waking up getting your favourite mug and drinking your preferred hot beverage of choice. Learning your favourite song on guitar or any other instrument. Spending time with t
RainThe rain pours onto all so all may be the same. Rain the great equalizer all who are under it are the same and yet not the same.Rain4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
When it stops it will reveal the truth of who we are.
FriendsFaces change but the story remains the same,Friends1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
And I'll take the blame for believing you cared
After the exchanges we shared I should've guessed
That when you're not depressed I barely exist.
Yet I still missed you, trying desperately
Not to let myself see through the lies
That covered my eyes until day by day
I felt you fade away and I stopped defending you
Because pretending only blinded me to the truth
Until you reminded me why I can't trust anymore.
Every time I tried before the bond was shattered
As if I never mattered any more than a broken tool,
Playing the fool for so many so-called friends,
But when it all ends I'm nothing to anyone here.
ManipulationKnotted lipsManipulation1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
PiecesFirst I am washed. Stripped from my cautiousness.Pieces1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Cleaned of all my prejudice. Skinned.
The gently sharpened blade makes a rehearsed cut,
And down come all my walls like a glass tower,
Made in the furnace of broken trust and bloody heartache.
And here I am. Back on your butcher’s counter,
Alive but motionless. My face turned to you in hope.
You point to the next breathing part of me
You want ripped, chopped and served to you for a price
You will never have to know or pay.
He caresses my face with his steely touch. You smile.
The blood comes running from my neck to navel
Until it hits the floor, each drop echoing over your whisper.
He reaches in following your eyes like a command.
Im gutted. My heart is picked to feed your glutenous hands.
My stomach for your trophy. My brain for you to wear until it
Falls to shreds. And my eyes are jarred to watch yo