That's OkayYou say I'm not enoughThat's Okay1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
That's okay, that's okay
You say that it gets tough
That's okay, that's okay
You say that life gets hard
That's okay, that's okay
And I know that you've got scars
That's okay, that's okay
You say you want to give up
That's okay, that's okay
I know it's hard to wake up
That's okay, that's okay
You say you want to die
But you won't, but you won't
And you won't let me help you
No you won't, no you won't
And you lie and say you're fine
But you're not, but you're not
And you're happy I'm alive
But you're not, but you're not
Because I'm the reason you live
Yes I am, yes I am
And I can heal you
I'm afraid. We drowned in our own tears.I'm afraid.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
We can't see.
We can't feel.
We can't move anymore.
We won't fight.
We'll leave everything behind.
Why is it RainingIt is raining.Why is it Raining1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The sun is out and my face is warm
But it is raining.
Not a drizzle or a trickle as to sprinkle the flowers and tree.
No it is not a drizzle or a sprinkle by a roar.
A downpour of hydrogen and oxygen so strong is I get lost within
It is raining.
The birds are chirping and the squirrels are playing but it is raining
It is raining so hard I cannot see the sidewalk or the grass
As it is too fast as I pass it by.
Running and screaming as I try
I try to get out of the rain but it is no use
It is still raining.
The rain has followed me
So far, from my car, to my door, and to my room and it is still raining.
The drops keep running and falling across my face.
Dripping and pooling as I pace the floor chanting
No more no more, I cannot take this downpour
But it is no use.
The floor is now a river
Flowing with the force all the abuse
Of the raindrops falling from the roof of my house
Why is it still raining?
I have done my job
I have fed my dogs, I have cooked my food and I have ea
OneTwo hearts, one dreamOne3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Two minds, one being
One soul, we sing
In love, in time
Our hearts and minds
Have been entwined
Forever we'll be
Just you and me
Death of Teen (Whiter Against Blacker)SOUTH AMERICA- Born to the confederate flag where black lives doesn't matter to it.Death of Teen (Whiter Against Blacker)4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Year after year, videos are released showing more and more videos of blacks and whites hating and killing. The only rule of these stories, kill or be killed.
Attorneys only care for the publicity.
In Chicago, the southern hatred starts to spread.
Racist officers slowly come to terms with facing charges. Their history of fear only comes from what their racist genes tell them.
This is no autopsy. This is an opening of a wound that will pain others forever.
IS ANYONE ELSE NEXT?
Videos strike the fear. Bullets falling on the sidewalks. Police ignore the bullets. The bodies feel the bullets.
Lawyers move away from families. Cities become less popular.
More videos are released. The judges view them too. Mayors hardly take action.
"It was the last day of school, and I was walking with my dad, preparing to leave. Suddenly, he paused, looked at me intently and said, 'Son, you're a black male, and
AntisocialI'm sitting alone.Antisocial5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In a dark room.
This is where I feel safe.
I don't want to go out.
I don't want to turn on the lights.
I want to stay like this.
Away from the crowd.
Away from people.
I don't want to…
I'm scared to…
I just want to stay like this.
Alone. In the dark.
SilenceA blessingSilence1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Something to be afraid of
Something to delight in
Contradicting to its definition
It can be loud
It can go unnoticed
Is a tool
That is good to have
But harmful when misused
TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 9--------------------------------- Anteriormente------------------------------------TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 93 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Jazz toma la película con un poco de miedo, toma la caja de la película, la me te y extiende la mano hasia Xavier con los ojos cerrados
Jazz: Llévate esta película *temblando de miedo* esta cosa es del demonio *se la da a Xavier*
Xavier: O-ok *temblando de miedo*
Marie: Dame eso!!! *toma la película y la avienta por la ventana de la habitación* Ah... *mira a todos con cara de WTF???* Oh vamos, alguien tenía que hacerlo
Todos menos Marie: No es ci... *piensan un momento* Si cierto
Thomas: Y ahora que hacemos?
Jazz: Que tal si jugamos a verdad o reto?
Fred: Por mi esta bien, quien se une?
Todos menos Fredjazz: Yo
Marie: Bueno yo voy a buscar una botella *se va*
Darkness AbidesThe darkness shadows over me,Darkness Abides2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
the color black is all i can see,
Is that why my wardrobe consists of black,
I'm sorry theres no going back,
my life has became engulfed in these flames,
trapped in a cell day to day,
my family they attempt,
but they can no longer save me,
for their little baby has became someone crazy,
possessed by the darkness of this world,
oh god does she even . . . have a soul,
is she enslaved to the hell that awaits,
or is there still time,
lord what is her fate
A Wound Time Will Not HealWhen you left, you left me bleeding,A Wound Time Will Not Heal3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
and from time to time I'll find myself
picking at the scab just to feel a portion of what's gone.
They say time heals all wounds,
but I can't wait much longer,
the memory of you hurts.
can time forget?
Will I be able to look at my hands without thinking
they're puzzle pieces
missing your fingers to make them complete?
Will I be able to smile without feeling like
the waning half of the moon:
dwindling under the Earth in pursuit of the sun?
When did you become the Earth and stop being the sun?
The sun I caught myself staring at
despite the danger to my sight.
I still stare,
if only just to blind myself
to the reality that you're not coming back.
But of course,
time grants me sight again.
My lungs still burn
as though I'm trying to catch my breath for the both of us.
I feel you in the pause between my heartbeats
and imagine the pause goes on forever,
like your heart was just waiting for mine to catch up,
and now that it
Spoken word - DisconnectDisconnect..Spoken word - Disconnect1 day 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
Just hold meJust hold meJust hold me4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You don't have to talk
You don't have to act
Just hold me for a little while
So all the broken pieces will stick together
I dont know why or how
But I'm falling apart
Hold me close
Because I need your love now more than ever somehow
I feel your love
It's calming my restless mind
You look into my eyes
And suddenly I realise
I don't need anything else
Because all this time
You were all I needed
Who am I?Ive lost my way of thought and my heart is wandering the oblivion,Who am I?1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
as my soul is growing transparent and my spirit fading my vision is blurred,
as my body deforms into an abomination to ugly to look at i lost my way in life,
as my name starts to change into words of despice i finally lost my name,
so i hereby ask you the one question i want answered "Who am I?".
LoveHeyLove1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Do you remember?
The way when we were little
and we'd always play together?
I sure as hell can't forget
and you're always in my head
making me doubt myself and others
why can't you just relent?
I can't lie to you
like you lie to me
I can't say I don't miss you
right by my side
I can't say I won't cry over you
no, I really can't do it.
I suppose I'll stand tall
and somehow get through it.
The pain, the torture
the tears and the sighs
there is no more compassion
left in your eyes
so, before you leave me
my beautiful lover
can you lie to me one time
say you'll love me forever?
Against BullyingIf you are okay with bullying, go ahead and ignore this. But if you have a heart, repost this.Against Bullying2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Do you know...
...that kid you shoved down the stairs? He's abused enough at home.
...that girl you called fat? She's starving herself.
...that bald woman? She's dying of cancer.
...that kid you laughed at for crying? He's crying because his best friend was killed.
...that "emo" kid you made fun of? He's going through much more than you.
...that kid you terrorize and beat up everyday? He wants to kill himself.
...that man you made fun of for some ugly scars? He fought for your freedom.
Repost if you're against bullying.
Ignore if you are with bullying.
A vicious cycleSeeingA vicious cycle2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Forever stone cold.
This Isn't Love.Love wasn't supposed to be like this.This Isn't Love.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Love was supposed to be a perfect feeling
Where my world turns upside down because my dreams are fulfilling me instead of reality
Where I can feel my eyes twinkling behind my lids while I sleep at night
Where joy is overwhelming any pain I've ever had and I finally feel whole for the first time in my life
Where I walk around with a stupid smile captivating my face taking in the world through a filter of beauty and perfection as I walk hand in hand with my best friend.
Where one person can alter my life with such light, that I can't imagine darkness again.
And then that one person changes
Suddenly my world is turned inside out and backwards until I'm lost in a skewed view of reality
Where my dreams have turned into demons attacking me every time I close my eyes
Where my smile has turned into tears streaming down my face as I walk alongside an empty void of where he used to stand
Where the pain comes breaking down my doors and whirls me up into a tor
Poem for youBeware the risks you take for certain steps you cannot unmake.Poem for you2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A cup that breaks can be pieced back together but should it chip tis broken forever.
The cracks will heal the rip will mend, scars sometimes fade but are there til the end.
What breaks we can fix, should be done quick, before the need of greater risk.
Watch your step and fear the fall, have been down there; still hear the screams through the walls.
Don't jump, not again, can't see this time, watch the bend, for whats lies ahead could be the end.
What must be must be; to deny the enevitable is to deny enevitably, to accept truth without questioning why is to believe in a lie.
Will the dust ever clear will the noise ever break can a risk still be a risk even if it you don't take?
Take a chance on waiting out, a step to a halt, a look at what could be there, not the sight that you see but a vision of things yet to be. Already walked this path long ago and we both know where it ends why can't we stay still and watch what begins
DivorceDivorceDivorce2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Anger rises from past transgressions.
While one could talk, he chooses destruction.
With a furious shove, he knocks him down.
She screams and pleads, but to no avail.
With a smash goes the screen, the tv is gone.
And with a storm, he stomps out.
With a sledge in hand, he goes to the car window.
And with a swing, it shatters, sounding the alarm.
Inside her, something snaps, she can't take it anymore.
“I want a divorce!” she screams, leaving him stunned.
And that was when one thing changed.
A family torn, no longer together.
True Colors.You think we see so alike..True Colors.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
We think so similarly..
You think we both like them,
we both think they are kind,
You are wrong.
You see them as a gift, a solution,
You see their eyes as heavenly fragments..
Their grasp as light as a feather..
Their voice ever so comforting and understanding.
I see them differently.
I see their true eyes, as deep and dark as pits that go straight to hell.
Their teeth like barbed wires,
Their grasp as heavy as steel. Their stare blistering cold.
You think of them first..
You remember all the moments you shared, how they understood and cared..
I remember their fists as tough as steel, the stinging pain they caused.
You call their kindness a gift, a natural thing,
I call it their mask.
You call their evil a myth,
I call it their
You say they will
Beautiful Nightmare A hopeful girl rests her head against a pillow. She imagines another life, one filled with happiness and love. She smiles brightly she is so happy. She laughs like shes never laughed like she never had before. This whole other life. She meets the man of her dreams and feels cared for and loved. Wrapped in his arms. When suddenly, the veil rises, she is taken away to reality. Her eyes open she sits up in her bed and wraps a blanket around her frame. The blanket droops over her head forming a protective hat with the blanket. It wraps around her body, but gives off only warmth, no comfort. She sits looking down at the comforter laying across her lap she stare blankly. She replays the dream in her head. Tears start to fall she wished she could of gone back to this world. The one she created in her head. The one where she was loved and was happy. The one where her dream was reality. She cried as she knew it was only a dream.Beautiful Nightmare6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Life is a gameCome on and play,Life is a game2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
its only today,
ill be your hostess,
ill drive you insane,
your words left me scars,
surrounding my heart,
its your turn to feel,
that this pain is bizarre,
it hurts for a while,
but then it improves,
its really something that you get used to,
scream and cry into the sky,
now you see life through. . . my eyes,
they told me that change was for the best,
they were wrong and put me to the test
cause you are now suffering,
now i see you struggling,
for air that refuses to enter your lungs
i can hear you crying,
surely your dying,
this is something I've seen . . . before
how does it feel to live my life,
and see everything from the inside,
its feels like a knife deep in your eye
im sorry but if you were me
ConfusionI don’t know what i am or who i am, i love like any other being, Ive read the bible and all its restrictions, sadly its so hard to fulfill them,Confusion4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I’m confused and insane, theres no nothing to say, i do love but i think theres no other way, to explain that I’m trapped, in this worlds sticky glue, and my parents they have such. . . particular views, i want to love and trust myself, sometimes i wish i was able to compel, the fact that I’m unsure about these strange feelings, oh world. . . why must you kill me, its a pain to admit that I love . . . just a bit, do you think I’m a tad sick?
Lo siento...Lo siento por no subir un capítulo de Amor Verdadero es que me hace falta de inspiración, además he estado enferma me a dolido la cabeza y la garganta... En serio esto si es el infierno espero que no les pase a ustedes por qué tengo un dolor inmenso en la cabeza y en la garganta... Espero mejorarme pronto y seguir con mi historia ByeLo siento...1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word