I walk with a childI walk with a childI walk with a child3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of buoyant energy
and an innocent smile
tainted by beguiling eyes
which deceive his fingers
into places they do not belong.
With me, a child runs,
his affable smiles
and small bare feet encircling me,
his dwindling youth
burning limply on a stick
held in his innocent fingers
and watched with rapt pupils.
Away from me, a child scampers
his bright smile
reflecting the fire
at his fingertips
as he waves and twirls
the branch and its flame
reaches and reaches out
for his consuming eyes
till it reaches
grabs his eyes
and refuses to release
Ahead of me, a child burns
and as I pass him
I try to remember his smile
try to meet his eyes,
however one is enrapt
with the ashes in his wake
and the other
I wish to FlyI wish I could stretch out my arms,I wish to Fly3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To embrace the sky,
Turn my face into the wind
To stretch my wings to fly.
Leave the hard ground
Take off from the earth
To soar into the sky,
My face can't conceal my mirth.
To know that no one can hold me down,
Because the sky's where I belong,
Up here among the clouds
And to deny me this would be wrong.
I want to be this free,
So free of all these chains,
To be able to leave this earth,
And shake off these restrains.
I wish to fly
Love is...Love is...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love is more than a feeling. It is the sound of her voice as she tells me her thoughts. It is the touch of her arms as they hold me tight. It's the caress of my embrace, that makes her so warm. It's an action. It's a promise. It's putting others before you. It's an open door. It's something you do. It's a kiss on a park bench under a star filled sky. It's the thought of her when she's far away. It's a story being written. It's the tear in your eye. It's the letter stained and smeared with salty water. It's the phone call you don't want to answer, but you know you must. It's the country you long to see. It's pain. It's a longing to forget. It's a longing to remember. It's a friendship never broken. It's pronounced "Sarang."
-By Cliff Corbett
YOU CAME TO MY ARMS TOO SOONYOU CAME TO MY ARMS TOO SOON3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You was beatiful. So beautiful, like the dreams we always wanted to keep.
You didnt speak.
Your hand in my heart.
" Scars are History books. Follow me tonight... and i´ll show you what´s like to be alive..."
Lonliness, can you give another kiss?
I want to drink until tomorrow
i want to dance with my beautiful sorrow
.... and repeat it again.
Because all still different. And im still feeing the same.
I was scared
death and me.death and me.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this is something kinda...personal. i wrote here events that have happened before that i remember/know where i've been 'close to death'. you can read this if you want, i just thought leaving this here is a good idea in case...something happens. if you want to read, go ahead! if you don't then just...don't? you won't miss anything 'special' anyway.
-the day life was given to me as it was being taken away at the same time
21st of April, 2000. a happy day to my mother and father, their first child being born.
sadly, they didn't expect their child to be born dying. or rather, 'killing herself'.
i was supposed to be born on the day before, on the 20th, but for some reason, i guess i didn't want to come out yet, and for what i know, i was moving a lot around the belly during that day, so much that i wasn't in position to be born. and so, i was born the day after.
however, i had moved around so much that my umbilical cord was around my neck, suffocating me. guess death
I ain't readyHoney, I ain’t ready to love you,I ain't ready3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I’m ready to look at you smile,
Watch the light in your eyes before it flickers and dies,
I’m ready to watch for a while.
Honey, I ain’t ready to love you,
But I’m ready to dance in the rain,
I’m ready to hold you and let you cry,
And help you forget all that pain.
Honey, I ain’t ready to love you,
But I’m ready to do all that stuff,
Because our definitions of love are so different,
And you’ve already been through enough.
Maniai.Mania2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Can't figure out my life
and there's tears in my eyes,
please don't take me by surprise-
And I'm never gonna be the same again.
So please don't drop me
cause I've already been down
twice this week.
ImagineImagine yourselfImagine1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Alone in your head
You're hanging, dangling
From a silver thread
With the monsters within
You just want to give in
Now imagine that's you
Every day, every hour
Like a wilting flower
You try to tell your dad
And you try to tell your mum
But they say you're being silly
You've just got to move on
Because teens don't know sorrow
Nor the hardships of life
They're just kids with imaginations
Just looking for attention, right?
You think that there's none
Who know how you feel
You're just so alone
But the feelings- they're real
And your friends
They go on
Like nothing has changed
"They must not care"
Your thoughts whisper
The lies in your brain
You can't escape it
Trapped in your own skin
But you mask it with a grin
You hate what you feel
So instead you feel nothing
Your insides are numb
Your confidence crumbling
You look to other
And I'm SorryI'm sorryAnd I'm Sorry1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I stole those glances
and I'm sorry
that I'm a fucking idiot
and I'm sorry
for thinking things
would go somewhere
and I'm sorry
for getting my hopes up
and finally breaking down
and I'm sorry
for bothering you
and I'm sorry--
I'm just sorry...
A KissA heart is never brokenA Kiss1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Love is never lost
It is only relocated to a new home
Inside another’s heart.
It packs its bags
Locks all the doors
And drags its scars along
Where they can fester in the shadows undisturbed
Leaping from house to house
From heart to heart
Invisible to the world
But blinding to itself.
Until the day comes
That the blinding shadow
Is met by a light
The light starts off dull
A twinkle in the eye
A glint off a smile
Letting you know that it’s there waiting
Waiting for you
Then the light sees the scars
So scared it might smother the beauty before you
You lie, you say it doesn’t hurt
You laugh through all the pain
But it is no use
The light becomes engulfed
By the chasm of darkness in its wake
But instead of dying out
The light grows brighter
It shows you its shadow
And all the pain it laughs away
And in one instant your pain is gone
Disappearing to a place long forgotten
In a land you hardly recognize
And the light in front of you shines brighter
MelancholyMelancholy1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can still smile,
every once in a while.
But I find it very hard.
I laugh with my friends,
I create art with pens.
Yet I still love each single scar.
I live through each day,
just wanting to say,
"Show me who you really are!"
I know that each person,
around our world that's ruined,
Simply hides, though they could shine like stars.
I've also realized there is no cure,
for the depression that settles here.
We belong to it and it is ours.
But contrary to popular belief,
It is simply a stage of sadness and grief.
Everyone goes through it, it helps us grow every hour.
Because once we know we can get through depression,
then we know we can do anything.
Don't but am forgetting loveAs the time has passed I am forgettingDon't but am forgetting love4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your voice and if tone
I am forgetting
Lights of your deep eyes
I am forgetting
The little things that made you mad
I am forgetting
The feel for your skin
I am forgetting
The smell of you after a shower
I am forgetting
What made me fall for you
I am forgetting
Smirked, the way you rolled your eyes
When I made a bad joke
I am forgetting
I am Stupid.I sit there.I am Stupid.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sit and stare.
I stare at the ugly brightness of my laptop screen.
On the blank new document.
At the blinking impatient cursor.
There. Not there. There not there.
Like a metronome for thinking.
At the stupid words I already typed out.
I stare and read them.
I cry and cry.
I cry will my mum talks to me.
I cry while I drink my tea.
I cry while I try to find the words.
I cry while I rehearse the words I'm going to have to say tomorrow to my teacher.
When I ask her for an extension once again.
Because I'm stupid.
I'm not improving.
I have a mental block when it comes to work.
Because all I want to do is to sink into my own universe of stories.
Not stay in this present where depression is blaming me.
And anxiety is the prosecutor.
I stayed awake until 4 in the morning because I was anxious and paranoid about a spider.
I spoke too loudly with my friends.
I couldn't read out loud in my class.
MorbidI have other parts of meMorbid3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They belong just in my head
I don't what them out
Save me from more paths I meant take
I am afraid of the next day
Who I am going be
I what be a magical girl
But can't I dream
I need someone call my own
I am creepy little girl who needs a hug
MantisI’m in love with a mantis, granted the bug is small it understands me.Mantis2 days 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
DementiaAnd they said, whoDementia2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If it’s Tuesday
Maybe I’m Ruby
But isn’t Tuesday gone?
Come Monday I think I’m Eleanor
And I write words no one will hear
And the face in the jar isn’t mine
It’s a whiter shade of pale
There’s pieces of April here too
She needs to get her feet back on the ground
You may want to go ask Alice
Surely she will know
But do, please come in
Let me give you a tour
The Hotel California
Is lovely this time of year
I’ve been here awhile
Since the year of the cat
Mind the stairway
The rug is rather worn
Maybe it leads to heaven
And beware the ghosts in the attic
They never quite leave
Let me take you down to the back garden
There’s strawberry fields
And parsley and sage
Rosemary and thyme
Come moonrise we’ll dance with the devil
Such a beautiful beast
We’ll wear some flowers in our hair
And live for today
Always Be ThereThe path seems foggy and gloomy with no lightAlways Be There3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's hard to overcome what might be there tonight
Tear stains and bleeding hearts fall on the ground
But I'll be there for you no matter what even though you're really down
Right at your side to cheer you up
Because that's what best friends do when the world is just too much
You're like family to me even though not by blood
I'll be there in a heartbeat to help you out even through mudslides of terror and heart wrenching floods
Right now seems like the hardest time making the bright skies turn into a dark hue
But I promise to be with you till the end because I love you
Not like a lover but as a sister instead
It may seem hard now but life is like a small cassette
Once in a while it scrambles and the tape flies out
However you put it back in place putting it back in to play without any sudden sprouts
Maybe you'll see this and maybe you'll not
But just so you know that I'll always be by your side till the very last shot
BrainwashedI don’t understand how we got hereBrainwashed1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I thought everything would go perfect
So perfect I believed again
I gave you my whole life
I thought you were my world
Love felt right for the first time
Karma showed me I was wrong
All of the sudden
I can see you are playing games with me
My heart was suddenly ripped out of my chest
As I’m trying to figure what went wrong
Bloody tears gradually pour out
Pain continued to burn me
It hurts so much inside
How could I let you brainwashed me?
Why you let me think we would last forever?
I need to clear my head and start over
Forgiveness won’t be easy to give
I’m such a fool to believe
But I believed it
I’ve been brainwashed
Get off my back!Get off my back!2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't think anymore.
I can't smile at my ideas anymore.
Can't feel confident at my work or thoughts.
I'm not perfect, neither is anyone else.
I make mistakes like everyone else, I well get better.
Everyone yelling, and making a big deal about my mistakes.
If I make a small story from the top of my head,
and decide too share it.
I'll freaking do it!!
I know I got mistakes too take care of,
but I have other things too take care of too as well!
My drawings may not seem perfect, or what you
expect them too be.
Perfect, and fully professional.
But they are unique and natural as they could be.
So Get off my damn back!!
I like too share my talents, I'll get better on them.
It takes time.
So you got a problem with it, I suggest you
keep it too yourself and not be the bad guy.
So get off my back!
The Dire Magnus and Me (WOOPDEEDOO SHORTENED V.!)Once again she glared at me as if I had done something wrong...as if I had broken her heart."You can die," she said and slammed the locker door before running off.I tried not to cry for the next few days until she said,"I'm sorry."The Dire Magnus and Me (WOOPDEEDOO SHORTENED V.!)2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The same violin she heard long ago plays in my room now beckoning me to play with it.I picked up my string instrument and played in unison to the haunting melody I heard.
A shadow just passed by my window.
It couldn't be him
The one who made her dreams then crushed them,
Herself then being eternally angry at him and others and me.
It's just unfair,he only picks ones who play decent violin.
I guess I'm next then,right?
After I learn to play,I get to be chosen,but,I don't have the same sparkling green eyes as him,just dull brown ones that haven't had a spark in then since The Separation.
They set the building on fire just because we were different,right?
Aunty?Answer me,stop laying there like that!I know you'll talk,even though the sparks have already affected
where's your courageWhere's your couragewhere's your courage3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you need it
When there's no one else to do it
When you got to save your future
When the skies become greedy
When the fire is down; lit it
When you have to wear the crown
Where is it?
Where's your bravado
When everything shatters down
When the future is finally now
When your destiny is finally known
When hopes are falling down
When lights are dying slow
When the fight from you has flown
Where is it now?
LonelinessSerenity and peace surrounds me in this empty house,Loneliness2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I call home.
Yet I can feel
the painful echoes of silence in my chest.
A Year of TortureIf I could change one thing this yearA Year of Torture1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It would be that it it's 12 months.
I'd kill to only remember December
And forget the other 11.
It's just been hit after hit
life beating me while I'm down.
I've shed more tears in 1 year
Than I have my whole life.
I've abandoned good friends
And my cousin's now in heaven.
I've made a fool out of myself
And let myself down.
Not even the holidays
truly turned this year around.
I saw my father once
In 365 days,
He didn't even visit
after I had surgery.
That was a bust too
ruined my whole summer.
And I didn't do the work due after
So of course I nearly failed a class.
My transcript is screwed,
My love is taken,
I lost a bunch hair,
Along with some sleep.
I just want midnight to come,
For the ball to drop,
For a fresh start.
I need a year to undo all the damage
To fix all I have broken.
I gotta make things right,
Before it's too late.
This has been 365 days of torture,
Pain, blood, and tears.
It's time for me to heal
My scars from this year.