Shades Of GrayHe drownsShades Of Gray1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in visceral shades of gray,
in illustriously craved walls
with four defined ridges
allowing him only
a window to his soul...
a window without bars,
and yet it offers no escape
for it only allows
the gray to flood through.
He cannot swim,
the color allows him no such pleasantry
and instead he must sit,
in what little color he can find
as they slowly choke him
and as he dies
he screams repentant cries
and begs for salvation
with tears in his eyes
but his tears
only dye his skin as gray
as the filth which drowns him.
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
You've Gone Far EnoughHow many times have you tried, just to put me down,You've Gone Far Enough1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last time I remember, I was underground.
And even then I rose up, just to challenge the greats.
You might be thinking that your wins are all a part of your fate;
But it's not!
You're a little puppet in the game,
And when you try to take me out, you'll be feeling the strain!
I will be breathing down your neck and it's offense;
No nonsense. I am the Word of Chen, execution commence!
And now you're feeling the pressure, I'll make you suffer;
Your words try to cut me, but you're bleeding your brother!
You don't recognize that I'm the one who paved your way;
And now you're crying, sweating bullets, while you kneel and pray-
I don't find you. You're scared! Your soul is bared,
The only thing that makes us different is the fact that I cared!
But it don't matter now boy! You can laugh and smile,
Because the only thing left is to burn you in a Word of Chen style.
- Chennie, 21st October 2014
XVIII (Melting Brain)XVIII (Melting Brain)XVIII (Melting Brain)1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
18 days left till 18.
and i feel x plus something
equals the sum of adulthood.
and i’m missing the formula
to add that math up
so i subtract myself from it
in hopes of finding the answer.
damn it to hell, i missed a step.
so i make it a fraction
and hope that divides a prime number.
but that only multiplies the anxiety
because i know that doesn’t come out real.
and i can’t separate myself from reality
because what you add on one side
you must do to the other
when the variable isn’t known.
(and basically, you can be imaginative
but you have to make it a reality
or it’s just an idea
and ideas don’t get you paid
and realities eat money
like hungry hippos
but democrats are donkeys
and republicans are elephants.)
and no matter how many moments
i try to make into a solvable problem
the issue only comes out as x.
so let’s put it into a science.
i was born on the 19th of october,
I Used To Have A ReasonI used to have a reason to do what I do,I Used To Have A Reason2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Now it is just a habit I am trying to get through,
Meaningless motions, without emotions,
Trying to keep a clean conscience.
Embracing the darkness in the dim light,
I do not think I will sleep another night,
It is 4 AM, and there is no meaning,
To feel what I used to be feeling.
The pen slides through snow white paper,
It cuts it in two like a sharp saber,
But what is the point of doing this all
If It feels empty just like this Fall?
To fill the void I leave to fate,
There is no love, there is no hate
For times have changed.
two loversi. she is a sea witch , reading thetwo lovers2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
storms like faces and shrouding
their relationship in
secrets , delicious –
appearing apathetic ,
they slide together in public :
congenial companions .
ii. but static (s)mothers ,
friends ask too many questions and
run away together .
iii. he is a wordsmith .
carving , curling ,
is too mean ,
tasting his words like
he tastes her lips ,
gently guiding ,
opening their full po(e)tential
and blithely revealing .
he won't hurt her .
she loves him .
iv. flying colors ,
in the dark they
sail together ,
succumb to each other ,
blessed provocations of
v. and love each other ,
you examples of
I Love You Is a Reprise (At Least Repeat It)I Love You Is a Reprise (At Least Repeat It)I Love You Is a Reprise (At Least Repeat It)1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
basic rights are not given
and even breathing takes effort
like a surgeon cutting a patient open
and conducting invasive incisions
and i must stay patient
so my heart doesn’t dance
to a broken rhythm.
focus on breathing,
let oxygen enter in
hell, i’m terrified.
but i must breathe,
air, live, stay here,
through my nose
and exhale through
just stay grounded.
i love you is a reprise,
music to my ears
when i hear it from you
so at least repeat it to me
like a broken record.
because i’d rather hold tremors
to my chest, than have my heart
give out to being torn in half.
and i much rather entertain the thought
of such a cliche than experience
this for a second time.
i don’t need comforting
but i’m tired of my pillow
holding all of my secrets
like a little boy holds his
imaginary friend in highest esteem.
because like tha
A body, an imageThere's too much here, too much fleshA body, an image5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To be held in hand from belly, thighs and hips
Undesirable, or so all magazines say
I wish she knew that the strain when she vomits,
All the tears shed afterwards will never help as
The love for herself, which makes her truly beautiful
But she unfolds and bends her body once again
Pleased to see the ribs still protruding
Though maybe less than she had wished them to
When she tries to touch the mirror
The hand there rejects her with a slap
That is not the shape it wishes to reflect
Kimi ni todokeAs I was talking to the clouds I realizedKimi ni todoke1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're under the same sky, but even so
It doesn't feel right yet to call this "closeness"
Within the vast feebleness of the horizon
Between my endless inquiring projections
Raises the moon, as ever tireless, silver goddess
Since you and I both are looking into
The same lucent iris, I leave it to her hands
To deliver this, my nocturnal message
My quill screeches in tune with my breathing
Transforming my thoughts into inked consequences
With informal beginning and clumsy first paragraph
But with dictionaries and poetry nearby
I still can't find the words to properly say "hi"
So between the H and the I the moon somewhen went away
Leaving room for the sun to shine unhindered
And probe over my shoulder, only to retreat scared
Of the frowning purple from under my eyes
how do they even dareI can’t seehow do they even dare1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why they say
They are so goddamn scarred.
“I look like a model.
But nobody sees the duct tape heart behind my beauty”
What does your otherness have to do
With your defaults.
Oh, so you are slaves to your appearance?
Tell that someone who is too tall.
Too heavy. Too. Fucking. Small.
Or just born as plain and ugly.
Tell that someone who wasn’t accepted by
Our oh-so-social society because of his looks.
And then explain to me
That you didn’t feel stupid.
You’re not pretty.
You’re just ignorant.
Hermes' Wings Need to be ShinedI'm replacing my eyes so I can stare at the ceilingHermes' Wings Need to be Shined1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and watch as the cars' shadows run past
my window; I'm sick of this bed. I'm tired of this sickness.
I'm tired of being called diseased like I'll get you sick,
stay away from me.
You never left. You never left me alone.
I want to be alone, away from you who sends me endless messages
a day saying how I've done you wrong and caused you so much stress
that I've depressed you, and yet you still come to me with your
"baby, I need you"s; and I can't lie,
I've stretched myself far enough "baby", what you need
is to find someone else who will be your mother
because I'm done "baby"ing you.
I will not rock your cradle, or your world, or
your rocking chair when you get old 'cause god knows
I'm ailing from that motion and I'm just waiting 'till
I'm kneeling before toilet water because I've been struck with sea sickness.
Maybe I brought you good, but god damn it this
this is no good for me to be tied up by your threats of suicide;
IEC 5009IEC 5009IEC 50091 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
red ring circuit cut, circa unknown
variable change to the power
of the broken infinity symbol-
ic(e) like jewelry, freeze up,
and choke on the chain.
pens like knitting needles and life's loose endsFor Sirenpens like knitting needles and life's loose ends3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a cackling - ahem , crackling -
fire glows , warming the room .
i see faces in it , covens of angels
[ not innocent as they seem ]
and your breath a rhapsody .
i see you through the cracked-by-memories
windowpane , fragments dancing
through the heavy rain .
trees whisper at your approach ,
the earth sighs against your legs ,
eager for another song .
the door slides open ,
granting you entrance .
someone pulls out a seat , a
rusty-brown leather armchair .
a piano sits at the corner of the room , and
the cat occupying it mews and paws
the crisp air floating in behind you .
on it are music notes –
piano , legato ,
you sweep into the room , dressed
as elegantly as your flashing eyes and
otherworldly smiles would suggest .
you begin to play ,
and the world
gasps and grins as
you tickle the delighted
ears of everyone around you .
the song is slow , carrying payphone
memories and faux - coated clouds ,
too sleepy to bring snow .
the song h
ItShe said it untilIt1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It was just a
Sound without meaning.
He remained silent
To avoid choking
On every syllable.
She saw it as a
Series of black
Marks on white paper.
She wrote it quickly
So she wouldn't be
Able to change her mind.
He always froze
Whenever he picked
Up the pen.
She repeated it until
She had convinced herself
Nothing was wrong.
He got used to
He didn't exist.
But there should
Have been no
Need to try.
letters on leaving.i wrote my first suicide letter in 10th grade.letters on leaving.2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they told me it didn't count if you felt like dying
unless you had it down on paper
like a vetoed birth certificate.
i've rewritten it enough times since
to realize i could never leave with a proper goodbye.
goodbye is too heavy a word for paper to hold
and i was never brave enough for the kind of courage it takes to tell them
why they weren't enough to keep me here.
but i'm finally learning a different kind of bravery-
the kind it takes to
i learned to wear death
like rope burn my junior year
my senior year we became friends
but i finally stopped cutting the insides of wrists
when i finally realized death never arrives on time,
i started smoking when i turned 18
to speed his arrival
because somedays, 15 less earth rotations around the sun sounds like a blessing.
2 years later I'm still learning to let the self destructive habits go
I stopped smoking again
threw the knife away and closed the toilet lid.
Material ContraptionWe all live in a contraptionMaterial Contraption3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's made of materials
That we spoil ourselves with
It's not free
This city is soulless
Nothing like the true nature of animals
Move in a line
Which forms the shape of lies
This machine is stuck in reverse
There is no evolution
That would have time to fix it all
So it gives us sickness
It's too heavy
It won't last
Sinking into a sea of trash
We try to escape to the stars
The latch is rusted shut
How will you get away?
We fight for
What we live for
It's a bad dream about being stuck
Spinning a wheel sideways; never getting anywhere
As long as you're striving
Why would you
Stop spinning the wheel?
The Weepings of the PhoenixI can't think of many timesThe Weepings of the Phoenix2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That I've cried so much.
When feelings won't turn to rhymes
And from reality, I'm losing touch.
Sobbing and lying in my weepings,
Praying to a God that I don't believe in.
When these hands they tug
Towards the River Styx.
My resolve like concrete I hug
But a wolf can break into a house of bricks.
This poor piggy sits alone
And waits to just be eaten.
I fell to my knees to fear The Lord
And appease his pope.
But my heart he won't come aboard
And I'm losing hope.
Only have a sail full of holes
And life in Sargasso ain't too breezy.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing of
As it all,
Trying to burn away my pains
With these hands of ash.
But my head went up in flames
And my brain turned to mash.
Sitting back to the door,
Shirt up, and skin kissing metal.
The only peace I can find
Is with her and sleep.
I can't escape this flame
For it burns internal.
So we sing of,
So we burn down.
So we sing o
Hate to see you hurtFeelings stronger than everHate to see you hurt2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Wondering thoughts of confessing
Bittersweet music played
Why am I doing this?
You are not him
You never would hurt a soul
I know I can trust you
Why am I beginning to show bitterness?
I hate to shoot pain at you
You are special to me
The only person I want to be with
But I'm shooting pain so far
I stopped being me
I'm so sorry
Gone Goes The GondolaGone Goes The GondolaGone Goes The Gondola1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i row in a fucked up gondola
with holes in the base of it
and dollars gone like there
were craters in my pocket
because i’m drowning
in the you boat,
in this regatta defeat.
burning the edge of bucks
like i was preparing venison steaks.
in a venetian lagoon the stakes
rising like adriatic sea
salt poured into your eye,
after they’ve been ripped
from their sockets.
saltwater kisses my cheeks
as if i’ve swam
in the strait of malacca.
stuck in waterlogged lockers
where the waves have bullied me
into submission, submerged
in this oceanic obituary.
Just a DreamA week after he turn twenty threeJust a Dream1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My fairy tale story had ended
The temporarily fantasy was over
He was perfect
Loved ones approved of him
I thought he was it
I never doubted him
No more tears
No more hiding
No more lies
But all was suddenly taken away from me
He stopped being there
No given reason
I shrugged it off easy
My mind said let it go
But my heart says suspicious
He then didn't come
How could this happened?
What did I do?
I said too much?
Did he not believe in us anymore?
He's not coming home
This can't be happening to me
For this is just a dream
and smeared lipstick comes with the territoryHedonistic individualizationand smeared lipstick comes with the territory3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
-Make it ‘you’, bury your possession
In an infected character.
‘in training’ only counts at the beginning.
The rest is being gnawed at to coal.
Everything that comes after
Equalizes with nonexistence.
Born Into A Frozen LifeMy young one, you will learn that when the bone-chilling winters come people will use you for their own gain. You will be used time and time again before you realize how to play this dreaded game. Once you learn to play then you will see through the snows of deceit and it will become that much harder for people to trick your mind with the lies they breathe.Born Into A Frozen Life3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't be scared though child, the world won't always be this frozen wasteland you see with those glistening eyes of yours. The sky's will clear and the snow will melt, just keep your heart safe until you feel the heat of the rising sun upon your skin.
the doctors say that i'm insanethe doctors are telling me tothe doctors say that i'm insane1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
keep taking my medicine
but i don't feel quite right when
i swallow those small pills
and the doctors keep telling me to
go to therapy
but it's uncomfortable to talk about you
to some man who doesn't seem to understand
how i'm still in love with you
even though you died two years ago
and the doctors keep telling me to
stop hurting myself
but it feels better than when i'm staring at the ceiling
and wishing that you were right next to me.