I Love SummerI love summer for actually allowing usI Love Summer3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to be stupid.
Feeding us all winter with memories of
things we did.
I love summer for its clothing, or
lack there off.
Making us euphoric enough to spread smiles
and share love.
What she thinks.
What she misses.
I love summer
or maybe just the memories
of summer-loves I once lived
HeartbreakA sudden slip into the void, emptiness bloomsHeartbreak1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
letting the quicksand pull you down a hole
your stomach drops as you fall in the dark room
where you sit face to face with hurt
He will not back off with his punches
and you can't run
You sit there, and all the world's clocks stop
in that moment, in that time you wait
and so is the lump in your throat
and every thought is a puzzle
and you think:
How beautiful to be able to cry
Love LossWe hugLove Loss1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart sinks
Like a pebble
Into a pail of water
Your grip lessens
But my grip strengthens
After a few hours
You will be gone
You hold me and tell me
"You are my special person.
Never forget that."
I approach you closer
Feeling your tongue
Your hands on my face
My hands on yours
Your time is running out
"Goodbye...." you say.
"I'm glad I met you."
You lay down
Your grip is gone
Like red sand
Being blown away
But you hadn't disappeared
You are still here
As long as our love is strong
We are never apart
I will continue our journey
And continue where we left off
You were my friend
You were my mentor
You were my love
Knee DeepHer hair is supposedly straightKnee Deep1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But that was two years ago
When I couldn't look her in the eye
I was the reason she almost cried
I'm so sorry for being too slow
It was only when I began to lose weight
I realised I shouldn't have turned her down
She is beautiful even when she frowns
With her pink cam in hand; she wanted a picture
Of both of us but I told her I have ugly features
When I know she wouldn't mind
Because perfection is what she finds
Infatuation soon evolved into lust
I believe we gained that from trust
Not the type to shy away from the taboo topic: sex
She always knows what to expect
Boys requests kisses from her
Wishing they will be holding hands together
And maybe receiving more than that
But she is like a mother cat
Ferocious and knowing her worth
"Am I in the phase of spiritual rebirth?"
She asked as she said she's saving all her kisses
That's why she's giving the boys a miss(es)
Will she give me a hit?
I told her she could be deeply in love with me
The SoldierShe asked me the point of life, as she sat & cleaned her gun.The Soldier3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She asked why we stayed, knowing we could never have won.
She asked why the children never woke from where they lay.
She asked me if I could tell her how to smile while she slay.
She asked me a great many things, and it came to no surprise.
That I found her the next morning, staring at me with dead eyes.
I Love You and Goodbye. (A short OTGW poem)You said you would protect me,I Love You and Goodbye. (A short OTGW poem)2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In which every case you did.
You admitted that it was your fault,
Even though I was only a little kid.
You said that we were lost,
But we found our way with a plan that you made.
If it wasn't for your help,
I would have never been saved.
Now the house is quite,
There is not a clarinet to be heard.
The only sound I hear is out my window,
Which is a little bird.
I sit here alone,
staring at a tree.
I know this poem isn't the best,
Cause you were the one who did poetry.
But I wrote this for a reason,
So if anyone wonders.
I will just simply say,
It's for Wirt my brother.
I wish I could have told you,
The day that you died.
I would have said That I love you Wirt,
I love you and goodbye.
a second naturebrilliant lover,a second nature1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
instinctual in movement
mistress of deception
of marble palaces within you.
wide hips, full lips
she imitates investment
liar, lover, twice the giver–
lousy with you lousy with her,
hungry for you hungry for her
but never hungry just for you–
and you’re never hungry with her,
but dirty laundry / laughing pretense
that you just might be a king
smell of sweat and weed, and
she’ll forget the way you touched her
because you don’t know how to fuck a queen.
lipstick stains / bad blood
she can break you into knots
but pretty girl / a royal
lost her way between the exit and the bar.
halfway lucid star / venus-bright
she feigns her way
to a mimicry of “love” tonight.
charlatan, as devils often are–
exhausting and relentless
a crime of passion
with every waking scar.
The Protagonist - Spoken Word PoetryI try to see myself.The Protagonist - Spoken Word Poetry1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But i'm unrecognizable.
It's like somebody else.
But it's me, it's undeniable.
Who will I become?
When my vessel' shifts and skews under pressure.
This road I walk, sometimes crawl.
it's rough, always hard. Painful to fall.
I can't tell where I'm going, but instinctively
I'm holdin' onto a spark of who I was.
But I'm Directionless, sometimes I'm senseless.
I'll act tough but it's deception, a facade for weakness.
And I'm angry. I'm ashamed and guilty'
I'll force them to carry me!
Cause from broken glass, and a torn reflection.
I can overcome my past, seek redemption.
My future uncertain, but moving forward is my passion.
My only option.
So One day I'll make it, and it'll all be worth it.
The pain, the struggle. Always existent, but my self-connection will
Defending myself, from all attacks.
Either foreign or domestic.
I'm my minds only inhabitant.
So it's time to naturalize.
As my life's only protagonist.
its only advocate.
Out Of The DarkOut of the darkOut Of The Dark2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
light draws near
what I'm seeing
even more clear
What I thought was down
bust is really up above
just warms my heart
and flutters like doves
please just stay
things are brighter
each and everyday
Sleep/DeathThe difference between sleep and deathSleep/Death2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is that when you wake up from being asleep
People say good morning
And ask how you slept
While you eat breakfast
But when you wake up from being dead
People scream and run away
And insist this can't be real
While you eat their brains
DemonsWhen I am all aloneDemons1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the demons come,
they reach with long black fingers
clawing at my face
Curled up in the corner I sit
whispering and crying
dreaming of a better day
of a better place.
They murmur in my ear
"look at all the terrible things you have done"
and make me reminisce
I would rather forget.
They follow me everywhere,
and telling me i'm useless
am I really that hated?
Am I alive for a purpose?
Is this fantasy or real life?I hope of a futureIs this fantasy or real life?1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hope of love.
I want my fantasies
I want love.
I hope to find you
I hope to win your heart.
Even if I'm not pretty
Even if I'm not rich.
Love me for me
Love me for who I am.
I found you
I love you.
I know you love me
I know you care.
I feel your heart pound with excitment
I feel your love.
I hear your loving words
I feel your breath on my neck.
Is this love real?
Or just fantasy?
.No one cares.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
about a girl that's slowly crumbling.
Every breath is an agonizing act
and getting out of bed is like pulling teeth.
She doesn't know why she goes on
why she continues to burden the world with her existence
when she's a mere annoyance for most.
Am I Wrong?Who am I to judge, being the one accused?Am I Wrong?5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do I pretend for you to be amused?
Or are you the one pretending to be innocent
With guilt no more or less than 100 percent?
"Let he without sin cast the first stone"
For if one did they would stand alone.
To say we do not judge is naive for us all,
We judge, generalize and stand only to fall.
We do these things without knowing so,
Whether it be race, gender, beauty one shows.
It is our nature to "judge" for our self preservation,
If one looks like a thief, we guard our possessions.
Does that make us less if his intent was true
and his heart was to help someone like you.
It might have been that he was there to harm,
We'll never know if that instinct was false alarm.
It is with naive pride we convince ones self above another,
us, them, opinions, shades of skin vary with our brothers.
What I am saying is not one is above this affliction?
Is it not a sin to presume from another's looks or conventions?
To think all of these are absolute is our wors
CommunicationBack in the day, communication was doneCommunication1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by pen and paper or in person instead of sitting in your room across a
phone line you would sit down and have a glass of rye
and goodbyes wouldn't be lies sent across texts with a mess of emojis
you'd be having a pepsi
with a homie
Driving out of reception wasn't a question
no digital obsessions
and you communication didn't rely on
duration, because there was a
sensation of going out and the
creation of new friends was the best sensation was
the best stimulation
And I'm writing this from a standpoint
Where I used to be like this
And the next time our red giant smashes this
Earth with another decade to millennium long EMP blast
We'll have to raise our masts
as our roots will be revived
And this is all timed like a clock
Ticking until the final hour
So enjoy the world now 'cause we wont
Be Back Later
Because hour by hour
Your lifeline signal goes one bar lower
and you shouldn't go slower 'cause in real life
There is no lag.
Rant Poem: Snow Fight at Queenstown LugeHey stranger,Rant Poem: Snow Fight at Queenstown Luge1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't know you,
Either do you,
Target helpless riders,
Having joy ride,
Crushing those numb faces,
With balls of snow,
With balls of snow.
You think that this world is always a joy ride,
Maybe that's your life,
My day so far was great,
Until you came around,
Next target found,
You know how cold that shot was,
On the tracks that he is blowing on,
My ears are numb,
My feet are numb,
My cheeks are numb,
I did nothing to you,
Yet you still come for me,
Hey now look at me,
I'm trying not to,
But I'm crying tears,
Liters of tears streaming down these cheeks that are now numb.
You cheer that cry of victory,
But hey stranger,
All you did was ruin a day,
Yes, I might be a bit sensitive,
But this is the world,
Yes, this world is tough stranger,
But hey dick,
This world is tough,
I'm crying tough tears,
I'm saying this message to you,
I'm confronting you,
Tough as a fucking ball of snow.
Hey, wanna fight?
Glitter Paperfake bloodGlitter Paper1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in between worlds
out of a
I am at peace
the positive bucket
fades to black
© balloontomb 2015
ChefMy heart has been fried, stewed, and chewed.Chef3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll serve it on a platter,
I'll serve it for free.
Because hey, I'm just a poor boy! Nobody loves me!
With my lack of energy and my lack of motive-
Even so I'll slice it, dice it, just the way you like it,
Hoping you'll take a peek, a taste, a bite of me and say with a warm smile that what I've got to give is-
Better than you've ever had!
It's all I've got to give,
It's all I've got to give.
So please, pity me,
The poor boy and the chef
Quotes of Insecurity Chances are that when someone is hating on you, it’s not about you at all. It’s about them. It’s their fear, their jealously, their boredom, and their insecurity.Quotes of Insecurity 1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’m Sorry. Sometimes I get jealous thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could. I guess it’s my insecurities acting up. Because I know I’m not the prettiest, smartest, or most fun and exciting. But I do know that no matter how and long you look; you’ll never find somebody that loves you like I do.
Don’t let jealousy fool you. It’s just another name for insecurity
Insecurity is an ugly thing, it makes you hate people you don’t even know.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be happy with myself. I worry that if I can’t be happy with myself, then nobody will ever be happy with me, and that just makes me even more paranoid. It’s a cycle, insecurity, unconfidence, and diffidence, it’s all a cycle and it’s destroying me.
WorthlessWorthless, that’s all you’ll ever be.Worthless1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Worthless, that’s all I am you’ll see.
While I stay at home making fewer pennies then you make loans.
While I’m the one that’s afraid to stand alone
and you’re the one that I can never depend on.
Worthless, it’s all worthless, so what’s the point?
A group that stays together for longer than which I’d rather say never.
Leader of less than one and a voice of far less...
I have wanted to give up on myself
one time too many in this hectic mess.
You see I was done with me, but now I’m done with you
I already learned my one’s plus two’s, and how to tie my shoes,
dress myself, gain better health...
All the little nicks and knacks that come with a bit of riff raft
... but in my life, add a little sorrow and pain to add on to the strife
next to the happiness on memory lane....
wait what happiness when every day was a
forecast of rain, rain, rain, and pain. I’m tired.
Suicide anonymousThere was a loud bang and the last thing I saw was my own shiny revolver pressed against the side of my own head and my own slender fingers pulling the trigger, sending me to my current destination and my body hurtling to the ground in which it now resides 6 feet under with not a worry or care in the world- or so I thought.Suicide anonymous1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"SUICIDE ANONYMOUS" are the words on the banner above the door to one of the rooms in hell we sit gathered in on fold-able metal chairs.
"Hello, my name is_" are the words on a name tag pasted on the top left corner of my shirt (the red one I died in) over the spot where my still heart lies un-beating. I start to tell my own story to the audience- those seated in the circle with either nooses around their necks, slit wrists, blood streaming down from the sides of their mouths, or bullet holes at the side of their heads just like myself.
The only thing is...this is one addiction ever known to mankind that can never be overcome no matter what.
Unless we were to warn y
The AtticThe AtticThe Attic1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dust covered boxes right before me.
They puff up in clouds as I move them aside.
I search through the contents, eager to find.
The tape rips off, leaving an indented trail.
Inside all I see are files and white papers without fail.
While in the back I notice them yellow and worn.
By chance I finger through taking care to keep them from being torn.
And by some strange chance I pull it upward to glance.
With a gasp I drop it, for the risk I took with this chance.
“Adoption papers.” I repeat.