This Is Not Your Story1.This Is Not Your Story6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is not your story.
You are not the
protagonist of some
carefully designed TV show;
you have not been
spit out and predigested--
you are no diamond in the rough.
You are the rough.
This is not a story
in which you become polished and
refined like steel, so that
you can forget your hands are not
and no fire can wash that damned spot clean
Do not search for your fairy-tale ending;
do not think you can rescue,
or be rescued,
when every single one of us is just
as helpless as the last,
blinded like Rapunzel's prince by the
shock of our first fall
We scale our stainless steel towers
and tell ourselves they're made of ivory;
we think we're going to get to the top,
but who really wants to get to the top
when top is where you'll finally be able to see?
We have always been eager
to believe in our wildest fantasies,
and all it takes is a couple of
from the climbers next to us
to convince us that going up
is the only
I am stuck.....I am stuckI am stuck.....6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every day is the same.
I wake up, eat breakfast, watch my morning shows and then go to work.
I smile, take your abuse, handle your money, and not once does my smile falter.
When my shift is over I walk home, fix dinner, talk with my family, play some games and then go to bed.
I tell myself it’s only temporary. That things will be better soon.
That tomorrow will be better.
But it’s a lie.
I know the truth in my head.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Just as the day after that will be, and the day after that, and the day after that.
It will be the same.
Tomorrow will come I will still be stuck.
I will get up, fix breakfast, watch my shows and go to work, come home, eat inner play games and go to bed.
Nothing will change.
I tried to find solace.
Tried and became the best I could be at my job.
None of that matters though, being the best means nothing when you’re sobbing and crying on the inside.
I tried to bury m
When Is The Night?I have a riddle for you,When Is The Night?6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When is the night not scary?
When nighthawk peals pulse above parking lots,
And overripe lilac drapes invisible in the air.
When motionless rain holds cloying heat,
And moths flutter frantic backstrokes at the doorsteps.
When headlights are whispering ghosts down hollow streets,
And footsteps echo forever like shadows under streetlights.
When the neon signs drip illegible puddles on the cement,
And humanity is reduced to silhouettes behind blinds.
When is the night not scary?
When you're part of it.
stop asking why i'm shaking.I'm scared I'll never draw againstop asking why i'm shaking.4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
See first the pencil now the pen
These are the things I've implemen-
-ted in my art but in the end
i can't do this
and i've kept the doctors
with no name for what
i'm going through
we don't know
what's wrong with you"
I miss having my friend around
but she's a different person now
And if I called my voice would sound
so weak and fulling of shaking now
but breaking down
has shown me how
i have outgrown
the mangled crown
the thorns and horns
pressed to my brow
that i unmade
to show me how
i'm not the thing i was
and now i'm scared.
have you ever been scared
you missed your shot
your hope for hope is gone
I guess that's what i think of god
like we had plans and i forgot
to meet him at a coffee shop
and now he's wooing
or the dry bones
in the valley way
while i'm stalled out
in the alley
from all the people
there's the church and there's the steeple
and there's me feeling scar
Poem 100: LightWhat is in a word?Poem 100: Light3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Take 'light' for instance.
Light is descriptive:
"You are a light in my life",
"You make my heart lighter",
"May your light shine on".
It can mean less,
Which we usually take as negative;
But in light's case, less is more.
And you, you are more.
You are a light in my life,
You lift me from the shadows
I have grown to live with.
You are a light in my life,
When you smile, so does the sun
Who misses you everyday.
MisunderstoodWe feel misunderstood.Misunderstood4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We feel alone like there is no one in the world that can be there for us.
We are blocked by the imaginary wall that others put up, which is a fogy haze that we are unable to navigate through.
We may stumble through the void seeking others who see what we are going through.
We are silenced by those who do not have the capability to hear us. In that way they are deaf to our voice.
Alone, we may cry, as others are not here to listen. They think they know what we’re going through, but in truth, they have no idea.
Without the support of those who understand us, we feel like we are stranded on a deserted island, with no communication to the outside world.
Others may think that when we cry it is a form of weakness, but for us it is a plea for help, just to be heard for once.
Those around us are blinded by their light, when we remain in the dark.
This darkness, it calls to us, trying to ensnare us. But we must rely on the light to find our way, even if we must take
Mulberry TreesTake me down to the mulberry treeMulberry Trees17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
meet the man who’s riddled with lies
with rain on his cheek
and thunder in his eyes
if you’re lucky, he’ll fall in love
like a bullet-infested dove
and build you a house for three
Take me down to the mulberry tree
to see the owl who feeds off of the berries
who’s feathers bleed gold
and has knowledge that varies
it’ll preach about meeting here at two
before the blue of the deep afternoon
to meet the man who loves me
Take me down to the mulberry tree
for I seek the freedom of my own detest
suckle on the fruit that hangs
and take my hand or jest
build me a garden
or offer me a bargain
to sell my heart to thee
Take me down to the mulberry tree
I have matches to light a flame
you always enjoyed fire
but I will not be your dame
I do not mean to be rash
but this tie between us has turned to ash
and I am here to destroy these leaves
Do not go to the mulberry tree
you won’t find a thing
except for a vast grassland
PunchlineI packed my bags and said goodbye,Punchline5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
got on a plane and took to the sky,
and as I stared down at the ocean below
I realized I had left behind all that I know
in order to grab
with my two small hands.
It was across that sea that I met you;
you, with your golden hair and eyes so blue
they made the sun dull and sky gray
even on the most beautiful of days,
and I was stranded
in the depths
of their sapphire.
You were my adventure,
the dawn, noon, and sunset ever-after.
You were the ocean, the blue in my sky
that I knew could never be mine.
Love played a cruel joke,
and I -
I was the punchline.
Misleading LoveYour scent it calms me as I hold you close.Misleading Love2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You and me, it's juxtapose.
Now you and I,
We'll never see the same night sky,
But you know that we can try.
Will you be willing to love someone like me for life,
A lonely soul marred by strife,
A broken heart scarred, but not by a knife.
Stitches crossing my mouth to protect my sanity,
Hands clutching a worn stuffed manatee.
The keeper of my dreams,
Filled to the seams,
Making note of when I scream,
Even the drop in my self esteem,
Protecting me from my self in my private hell.
In my head there resonates a bell,
Clanging, clashing, bashing, til my ear drums bleed.
The voices in my head, laughing, screaming, whispering, taunting, of my demise, planting the seed,
Of self loathing and animosity,
Schizophrenia, a living, breathing, hating, beast of a thing,
Trapped within my mind making my ears ring,
Voice to cease its song.
But there you are comforting me,
The savior of my sanity,
My darling stuffe
Forbidden LustForbidden Lust.Forbidden Lust4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her lipstick applies to her face. Sultry and seductive.
The loss of garments signifies what is to become.
The door is locked behind, to keep out interruptions.
The lust within the air is that of a forbidden taste.
That's how an affair goes.
No More ExcusesLive every day like it's my last.No More Excuses5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Forgive all the dealings, leave them in the past.
I'm offering no excuses, for who I am.
Today's the beginning and the start of a new man.
I hold brand new chances, in the palm of my hand.
In the darkness I stood, in the light I now stand.
No more excuses, for things I just can't.
Let this become my anthem...My own little chant.
Today I start walking on my own path.
All the tears that I've earned,
All the years I yearned,
All the fears I relearned,
It's time they get burnt.
Their hate fed a fire,
that burned somewhere deep.
I gained a need,
to create a new me.
I used to struggle and bleed,
cheat my feelings.
Now I step into a light,
that's been a long time coming.
The potential is higher than the fears of defeat.
Instead of seeing the floor, I ignore the ceiling.
I am an outcast, so I know the feeling.
I've paid my dues.
I've bled enough.
I satisfied truth,
and I call my own bluff.
So no more excuses for who I could be.
No chains left to bind me,
cyan dreams of cyanideIt used to suit uscyan dreams of cyanide5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to fool each other
about us and ourselves.
"Love is what I want"
you've lied your whole life long.
Your longing for unhappiness:
You cannot breathe without it.
You cannot live without it.
You're made of grief and harm
like I am made of wood and stone.
Now, a deeper look
into your cyan eyes
makes me dream of cyanide.
I'm the monster you wanted me to beDear bullyI'm the monster you wanted me to be2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am a monster worse than you. Created by all the worst things you can do. I hope your mad because you can't brake me anymore. I have already been pushed from the ledge, and after being given a false pledge that someone would save me. I hope your scared because no one ever cared to stop the construction of your monster before it was complete.
You are so used to being told "yes" you didn't hear my "no"
Now i just a freak here for you show, but i wont let it go unpunished.
No, that would be to easy. Your quick death would not be enough to please me.
I would wish to watch you suffer in the same pain i did while trapped in your little game.
I won't make i quick, i want to cut you open so i can watch you twitch and tick.
I'm 15 years old and the site of organs dont make me sick. what makes me sick are people like you, walking around with a crew that is only there so they wont be in your cross hairs.
My entire life has be one big jump scare, that add wear and tear to my already br
KatelynI didn't say my name after you said yours.Katelyn3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I didn't return the smile you gave me.
I knew something was wrong and I should have thought,
it was something you can't see.
But still I said hello,
And that was my first mistake.
That hello just turned a year of my life,
Into something so fake,
You are so unreal.
You broke me down and made me cry,
And made me feel,
Feel so empty.
A hollow shell,
One flick would have cracked me.
And one flick wasn't enough,
No not for you, you needed to make me bleed.
You needed to see me hurt,
And I want to know when said your name,
Did you know this would happen,
Was this just your game?
Did you plan on controlling me to the point,
Where I can't say hello anymore,
Because I don't know when my first hello,
Will be the same as before.
I don't know what to say to you.
I don't think I knew what to say,
From the moment I met you,
From the first dreadful day.
You changed me.
I don't look in mirror,
Because you said I would regret it.
And I don't eve
The Beauty in ThingsShe was a simple person who had no riches, no fame or even a name.The Beauty in Things1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her beauty was her only thing to claim.
She would fill a house with some game.
Then reveal her tame nature to make others the same.
She knew how to save a dame and paint her mane.
The sky was her domain.
If her man left her today, he was to blame.
How could anyone sane leave someone so jolly and bane.
The man surely was not in the right lane.
He did not love her name, did not lover her flames.
She was a child of birth and lovely nails.
She made it through school and got an accounting degree to her name.
Would he claim he did the same? Put effort to be adored and craned.
No he was worthless, he did not even love her the same.
She may have broke him once but he brought it upon himself.
For what woman would stay with a man that had no way to please the dame..
Shame on you man, shame!
For how could you try to claim she was to blame.
She put you as a first and you just failed.
Why I'm Still HereNever can enough time pass, to save my sorry ass;Why I'm Still Here2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Never will I be able to shake, my most terrible mistake;
Never will I be above suspect, or start to re-earn respect;
So why bother you ask me, to try here to be?
Because I still have the right, despite how hard you fight:
You can't hurt me anymore than I've already hurt myself.
historyA swirl of leaves thathistory2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
meet the ground, former
life flying around.
Our lives are short,
stories waiting to be
So why give up without
trying to fight? Just look up
the broken pieces can still be salvaged.
Someone is there waiting to fix
mend the pages back together,
rewrite lost, faded words
Don't up yet,
it's not the end,
you can still go on
with a push
things seem impossible,
though no one understands
Just remember that you
aren't alone because
Life is a riddle
that despises being
So just watch the leaves as
they drop back down,
it's the end of the line
though we aren't the
No one was born
to understand, we're only
humans who try to
Stay above the sea of
doubt, nothing is ever
really over, until you hear
the broken shout.
This Is Not the EndInstead of calling this goodbye,This Is Not the End5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why not call it see you then?
Instead of just I wish you well,
Why not try I’ll see you again?
I don’t want one last quick hug
I don’t want one last goodbye
I don’t want a see you never
I don’t want a reason to cry
In a world now filled with firsts
I don’t want another last
Let’s make a world that we are proud of
We’ll make a life that’s unsurpassed
Vengeance Is MineVENGEANCE IS MINEVengeance Is Mine3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I see you with him
As I enter the room
It's hard to believe that I once was your groom.
On the day of our wedding
My heart swelled with pride
I was so happy that you were my bride.
I'll always remember
Even at a time like this
When we said I do and our first married kiss.
The good times we had
And the times that we cried
They all seem like nothing since I found out you lied.
You said that you loved me !
How could I have known ?
Now my memories of us will forever be blown.
I never would have imagined
As I pull out my gun
That I could ever kill you, let alone it be fun.
But now as I stand here
And watch you two bleed
I realize your love was nothing but greed.
When Did Nights Get Hard? Tell me Exactly...When did nights get hard? Tell me exactly...When Did Nights Get Hard? Tell me Exactly...20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is a patch of ice, floating on the river
Melting, waning, gently breaking in the sunlight, floating with the current
eventually it will flow enough to be water
H2O with the atmosphere
tell me when
tell me when I will be water and ash and blend
When did nights get so hard? Tell me exactly...
I don't want it to be spring again, rebirth and hallmark card happiness
I will miss the cold and the hibernation, the lack of interaction
but the light
the light is so warm on my face
Tell me when the snow melts, maybe I'll accept it when it happens
When did nights get so hard? Tell me exactly...
Am I waiting for a gate that isn't there? Clamouring through windows that are too small
(blind to the doors between my eyes)
Was it when I saw the first seeds of what it's like for those I love to leave?
Was it when our atmosphere broke and left its hole in our souls?
Was it when the serotonin in my Brain misbehaved on levels that required fixing?
UntitledHands across the world uniteUntitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone can get a hug
Cops and robbers of the night
Can sleep so sound and snug
A quick quote"If they don't shine on the outside they will on the inside" -RibbonA quick quote2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
ApologiesLife has never given you easy. It knows you’re too good for easy. So it gives you as much as you can take. Sometimes it gives you a little too much.Apologies5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you first cut yourself, I knew I had failed as a friend. It was my job to protect you to keep you out of harm’s way. And I had failed.
I know if someone so much as gave me a dirty look, you would make their life hell. But me, I am not strong enough for that. I break to easy, let the words get caught in my throat. Though in my head I could quite easy shoot those girls, my thoughts never turn into actions.
I have played this game for many years. I have learnt to keep my head down, it didn’t matter that much anyway. You have played the game for longer and learnt to rule heart over head, never let no one control you.
I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. You are no drama queen making a scene. You are a fighter. A survivor.
I cried when you auditioned for dance evening cause it reminded me how you never let the wo