The WeddingI hold her handThe Wedding3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I know it's time
For us to part
But I know
He's standing there
Waiting for the kiss
She's so nervous
Today she's with her man
Tomorrow she'll have kids
He stands there
Winking at her
As we walked towards him
I give him my blessings
And we embraced
As the preist asked for rings
Then then vows
Then the kiss
The crowd went wild
He would always be there for her
She will always rely on him
As the danced
My beautiful sister
With her handsome groom
They were made for each other
All the best to you
Deidra and Jay
nonaginta et octoi feel the groundnonaginta et octo2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
shaking; hearts are
aching, knee-deep in
water, limbs are breaking,
forming continents, not
positive, arm-in-arm, we
are not united because i
just slaughtered rhyme
(maybe next time)
i normally don't
make words sound
the same, i sling
words across pages
and i'm called a
poet, i'm getting
tired, i can't show
it, teachers don't
know the fact about
my spring romance and
my summer romance and
the fact that i kinda
like girls but not really;
i'm so confused and i don't
think that they can tell that
i broke a boy's heart, he is
not a man, i left for reasons
unknown (untold) and i know
that my creative writing teacher
doesn't know who i'm speaking to
when i write down "you" on paper;
i cannot read the
words spilling from
my soul to the class;
they won't know how
to clean up the mess
i still can't believe
parts of my
body are missing
not my body,
left of me
a man once said,
"sell your soul, not
your whole self,"
and i get it no
Wildfire Your touch is fire;Wildfire 1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
It sets my body ablaze.
No water in sight.
Think like a Ghost Life is hard when you seem to float through the halls.Think like a Ghost 5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Noticed by no one.
Where you're a ghost.
People seem to walk right through you, even when you have your smile.
Noticed by no one.
When you're a ghost.
But there is one strange thing about being a ghost.
Noticed by no one.
When you're a ghost.
It's when another ghost sees you. And puts their hand on your shoulder.
Noticed by someone.
When you're a ghost.
The Dangers Of An Artist.You will always deal with hate.The Dangers Of An Artist.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You wont be able to think straight.
At sometime you will get depressed.
Then forget to change your dress.
Lose spark of inspiration.
Or your beard will be unshaven.
Your equipment, It's evil, don't just leave it around.
Have you ever used a pencil or clay cutter and stabbed or accidentally cut yourself?
I did both.
And I never was better.
I hurt my eye. 6 hour surgery,it doesn't work very well anymore.
I have a long red scar on my arm.
I try not to remember the gore.
And now I keep my equipment on a shelf.
You will lose friends.
You then start ignoring.
Then they think you're boring.
They think all you care about is art.
Well lemme just say, they're an old fart.
Sometimes they are too supportive.
They leave you alone.
To let you think.
But then everything is morbid.
Then everyone is gone in just a wink.
Do me a favor.
Don't make a mistake.
A mistake me, and many others had made.
By devoting most of your life to art.
You'll thank m
Help MeHelp me.Help Me5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
i am lost.
i take my vitamins and anti-whatever pills with Vodka.
I am alone. With a broken heart.
no sense of purpose.
only the all-encompassing fear of hell.
I have learned to see
and it is a terrible thing.
if God loved me more than His legitimate children.
I would be dead by now.
A life without youI cant express how much sadness i feelA life without you5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I feel as if i have been left alone
Left alone to try to scavenge for happiness
Happiness that can only be brought by you
You have left this world in a despair
A despair that can only be lifted by you
You are gone and will never return
Return to see the emptiness in my eyes
My eyes that you gave me by blood
By blood is how we shall all perish
Perish by the hurt of the ones we have lost
Lost in a world without you
Moonlit NightsSince the streetlight flickered out,Moonlit Nights2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Let the moonlight guide me home.
No cars pass by my side,
So through the night I roam.
My feet, they ache from walking.
My head, it hurts the most.
My throat just hurts from smoking.
My will trickles down the coast.
From highway five to highway one,
And dessert mountains to sparkling blue,
My simple step continues on,
So I can find my soul anew.
I’ve lost myself to some sad thrill,
Some game in which I used to play.
Yet now I see I played myself
And still I lost in every way.
The twinkle of the lights above,
And the whisper of my cigarette smoke,
Combine to sing a lullaby,
And I feel the gentle cold’s prick and poke.
My clothes are torn and thrashed,
My money dangerously close to gone,
But still I am perfectly happy,
And so I travel, on and on.
So should the moonlight guide me home,
To some place where I may stay,
Let the world know that before I stopped,
I followed my heart the entire way.
Unbridled LoveMy smile faltersUnbridled Love2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Your love alters
Hands have fallen from yours
Could I use this to open new doors?
I slipped into my deep abyss
Your love makes me feel something amiss
Memory of guilt and pain
I want nothing to gain
I grow my own wings
Finding success through my own means
GhostAs I walk into the old, dust-ridden lot where the house once stood, it's walls seem to rebuild themselves as I age back to a child. Dozens of memories play like movies in my head as I slowly walk through the phantom home. In the living room, shadows of long ago birthdays, Christmases, and even the one Superbowl party I attended, before I knew I disliked football, silently re-enact themselves before me. In the first bedroom, I envision a young me playing "Robo-Soldier" on the water bed, a slightly older me falling from the top bunk of the bed when that bunk was mine, and an older me staring at a map, awaiting a trip to see distant family. On the stairs to the left of the room, silhouettes running excitedly up and down, a few tumbling to the bottom, and a mass of them sitting directly in the middle, trembling from some unknown horror. At the top of the stairs sits the nest that cradled my childhood, as well as another's, though her's had to be grafted into another nest when mine ended. TGhost1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
UntitledIn this world todayUntitled5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
It's hard to see random acts of kindness
Because people think that they need an award for kindness
For if they get nothing in return
Then it was not worth it
And this is taught in schools that if you are kind to people when a teacher is around then you are rewarded
You no longer see people being happy because they helped someone else
It's ether you give me something for being kind but if you don't then I don't care
Kids see homeless people and want to give him money but parents say "no don't do it he'll just buy more drugs"
And they force them to walk away
Well let me tell you something
You should be kind without having an award when your down you want someone to pick you up so why do you just let someone down
And do not tell your kids the homeless are just junkies trying to get a Fix
It's not right
They live on the streets with no water no shelter and no food
They can barely survive and you tell your kids that
It's not right you should tell them to give to the home
I Will Beg No More!I can't beg anymoreI Will Beg No More!5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
This ends now
You will not push me
You will not prod me
And you will take nothing more from me!
I can beg no more
I'm taking back my very soul
Even though it's torn into pieces
Black and blue
A bleeding mess
I will beg no more
For you no longer own me
No more will I cling to a person
Who doesn't want me around
I will beg no more!
She isShe is everything,She is4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
And nothing at all.
But internally falling apart.
A peering oh-so strong
Yet all is a facade
When walking on air
Suddenly means thin, cracking sheets of glass
And the only way is down.
She is falling fast
Losing all sense of direction
Hurtling to the deep pit below
And nobody notices
Trapped in a whirl-wind of confusion
A highway to depression
A hole so big she can no-longer dig herself out.
She is lost and confused
Desperately seeking traction
Only finding mud and sticks
Down the slope she slides
Heartbreak number 32Her dust settled on my skin.Heartbreak number 324 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
As I'm left behind.
Heartache lasts but a whilst.
But past lovers always remain.
Heartache lasts but a whilst.
Every new lover brings change.
I didn't cry this time.
I didn't lie to myself.
I couldn't cry this time.
Nor the next time.
A Turtles Guide to Crossing an AbyssThe Turtle´s Guide to Crossing an AbyssA Turtles Guide to Crossing an Abyss3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I am a turtle.
I want to cross an abyss.
I cannot jump.
I cannot fly.
All I can do is crawl.
One foot at a time.
Four moves to make just one step.
How do I cross the abyss?
I can only fall.
I have to fall every day.
I fall every day.
Falling is somewhat like crawling.
Again and again and again.
One day I will reach the bottom (I hope).
Then I will start to crawl again.
Four moves to make one step.
Is that how a turtle crosses an abyss?
Angel MaudeTo our hearts you come.Angel Maude1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Feelings and will all but done.
You take control and show me the path.
Maybe it was you that had the Task.
In your own turmoil and pain.
You showed me the way.
You made me smile and laugh abound.
till hearts rendered and rain came down.
Full of life and Angles sound.
your fire slowly burned down.
With the Ember of life.
We now frown.
but its better for you.
Now you sit with a crown.
In the light of days and holy ways.
You bring joy to the heavens.
Where we Gaze.
Now you are forever young and eternal play.
Maude you will bring the light and make God smile.
for the grace you did not have here.
Will bless your ever after..
for: Maude the puppy
It does killI’ve lost count of the promises I’ve broken for you- to not think or speak of you ever again.It does kill4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The new years’ resolutions I’ve sat on a shelf because you smiled at me just those few times making me think that for that moment what we had was mutual.
The words I’ve abused with you on my mind like “I love you” although you never saw it that way because what you felt for me was just plain lust- whenever you saw me sashaying into a room with my red dress and makeup on or get that slight glimpse of my lacy black bra strap, my wide “sexy eyes”, whatever it is that gets you going.
The many men I’ve overlooked all because my eyes were permanently fixed on you like yours were on my curves.
The tar I’ve accumulated in my lungs, partly for the reason of getting you to notice my smoking-hot sophisticated-ness, failing to just because her hands fit into yours better and her skin tone not too contrasting against yours
You...You,You...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
you have the power to move mountains
but you have to work with all you have in you
invest your life in a cause
do it it all for the betterment of man
if you try you will notice at times
your goals will come together
you have to give it all you've got and more
you will gain the strength thst you seek
invest your self in inventing new ways,new causes for the betterment of us,
the betterment of earth
to closeIs it so hard to find my heartto close2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Why do I let girls get so close
I open myself up
To be torn to shreds
You're to nice your so sweet
You're handsome you're the best boyfriend you're too good for me I don't deserve you I'll leave you
Why must I continue on this path of self destruction why must I open my heart to those who want to smash it why can't it be real why can't it be true why can't someone love me like I do to you is it so hard to ask for is it impossible set to be destroyed ripping my heart straight out of my chest and giving the love I gave you to someone who hurts you on a daily basis such tragedies exist to further prove human nature is destructive at its best this false emotion which has no stability in it what so ever must I continue the cycle do I have to be forever alone I give you my all and with it my weaknesses you the person I love who is my greatest strength my counterpart what must i do to show you the truth my love my greatness you idolize other men and make me feel
LingerLooking into your eyes was like a bullet piercing my heartLinger1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
All I could do was keep walking forward and pretend it didn't happen
But it still resonates with me
I've tried everything to make the thought go away
But it still lingers in the back of mind
I should really speak up sometime
Winter's Rose, monologue versionI love the way the trees look in the winter- They're naked. They've let go of all their beautiful leaves, and are showing us their bare self. Like they're proud of who they are under their skin. I envy them... I love the winter. We get to cover up our fragile, mortal bodies in beautiful, warm clothes. We deny mother nature when she wants to chill us to our cores. And then just for another cold-hearted laugh at her; we huddle up to fires we've built in the snow.Winter's Rose, monologue version5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Maybe... maybe I just like taking time to embrace my surroundings, like it's the last time I'll see them. I hope it's not.
I think I don't want spring to come. I want this winter to last forever. I want to sit by this fire forever and just love what's around me. Because I might not ever see it again. You say with certainty that I will, but father time is hard to read. Nothing is certain, except right now. That's why I don't want this moment to end. I know where I am, I know who I am, I know I have someone who loves me inches awa
A.E. and meShe smells like late-night gas stations and car perfume from riding in strangers' passenger seats all the time, giggling from the adrenaline rush connected with hypomania.A.E. and me5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Me, of books read over and over again and dreams of waking up in my childhood home at the age I was before stumbling into this living death called depression.
She speaks like the tap from one of the many roadside motels she spends the night in from time to time, flowing and effortless but sometimes with bits of dirt in it and people still love her for that although generally intimidated.
I barely even do for I'm dead in a sense.
She's a smiley-face crescent
I'm a morning sun blocked by haze
She's a poem on her own.
I am the poet.
She is me
I am her
We are both
In This MenagerieI sit alone in this menagerie of missing youIn This Menagerie5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
collecting memories and I love yous
that have fallen on the floor,
not forgotten or ignored...
there's just too many
the shelves have overflowed
I cannot fit all of what you are to me in my hands
There are piles and piles and piles of you
mountains of every touch and every smile
of all the puns I rolled my eyes at
and all the moments you gave yourself to me whole heartedly.
It is not in haunting that you exist
it is in the small moments we used to share
that I am comforted to know there was a time
I called you mine.
It is not in devastation that I mourn
it is in the quiet stillness of your absence
that I yearn for that familiar intimacy
still content to know what it feels like to be truly loved.
And so I sit here
surrounded by you
enveloped by you
reveling in you
and all that you've given me
wishing you were here
because I still need you
I still want you
in small ways I used to tell myself
to never take for granted
because I knew that maybe
It's sad to say...From minute to minuteIt's sad to say...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Hours ago seems so long
After second to second
Where'd all this time gone?
I think then I get it
But maybe I was wrong...
Hour after hour I think...
Maybe I was wrong.
Question after question...
I knew it all along...
Day after day...
You are now gone...
It's sad to say...
We are all gone.