To Be A Girl, To Be A Boy, To Be A HumanYou must like fashion, to be a girl,To Be A Girl, To Be A Boy, To Be A Human1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You must like pink and purple, to be a girl,
You must like shopping, to be a girl,
You must talk in a high-pitched voice, to be a girl,
You cannot do manly things, to be a girl,
You are not capable of doing a man's work, because you are a girl.
That is not true,
Anyone can be a girl.
You must like trucks and cars, to be a boy,
You must like sports, to be a boy,
You must be athletic, to be a boy,
You must lack common sense, to be a boy,
You must follow your father's footsteps, to be a boy,
You cannot show signs of weakness, to be a boy,
You cannot act or be like a girl, because you are a boy.
That is not true,
Anyone can be a boy.
You must follow these rules,
To be a person,
To be accepted,
You cannot be anything else,
And nothing else falls,
In the categories of being a girl,
Of being a boy.
But that is not true,
You can be anything,
A girl or a boy,
Or even something in between,
Nothing defines you,
Nothing identifies you,
Nothing categorizes you,
Hell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her LipsHer poison gaze, wrapped in sweet wordsHell In Her Eyes, Heaven From Her Lips2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Drunk off the thrill of danger
The colliding of two worlds
But she never became a stranger
Slowly breaking apart
Coming undone by a mask of bliss
Enslaved by guileful lies
Heaven from her lips
Hell in her eyes
Theory of ChaosThere isTheory of Chaos2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a quantum of cruelty
in the way your feet
touch the ground,
not wanting to be heard
even though I asked
to please wake me up,
to please let me know
if you are leaving.
a quantum of cruelty
in the way your lips
pronounce a new name
where mine once belonged
even though I'd hoped
a broken heart
would not break
a quantum of anger
when I try to believe
you never intended
to cut so deep
even though I knew
if you were a butterfly
I could only be waiting
for the hurricane.
You will see
a quantum of sorrow
in the fire pit of my iris,
when you’ll dare to look closer
at your wonderful disaster
even though I’m watching you
walking away with my smile,
I cannot bring myself to say
That Girl with the Broken SmileShe stood in the dark cornerThat Girl with the Broken Smile1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Slowly falling onto the dirty concrete
Her lover disappeared into dust
He left her alone
With a bleeding heart cut wide open
She drowns in her own blood and tears
An empty hole is all left in her chest
As hard she tries
The tears and blood were hard to hide
She's that girl with the broken smile
I am that girl
But he will never see me drown in blood and tears
For I shall never let him know I am that girl
Don't be that person Don't be that person who harasses themDon't be that person 1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't be that person who betrays them and pretends to like them just to use them
Don't be that person who abuses their families
Don't be that person who rapes/kills them
Don't be that person who abuses their boyfriend/girlfriend
Don't be that person who is against both men's rights and women's rights
Don't be that person who is okay ignoring 3rd world counties, but the 1st world countries is more important
Don't be that person!
on gender and identityI grew up with four brotherson gender and identity2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
grew up in a world that calls girls weak
in a ballet culture that values boys over us.
taught that being feminine meant being weak
I was never weak.
and I was constantly trying to prove it,
always trying to climb higher
do more push-ups
learn to board
learn to punch hard and wrestle harder
learn to be bloody knees and bite marks
to flatten my chest and always, always
wear jeans and combat boots
and never, ever let them treat me like a girl
I became a feminist
but rejected womanhood
never associated with my gender,
I viewed my gender as a threat
as some sort of character flaw to be ignored.
I associated my inability to keep his hands away
as a result of femininity
of being a helpless little girl
but I am not defined by my gender
it does not make me weak
being feminine does not look a certain way,
being manly does not look a certain way.
destroy the culture that tacks you to a wall
and cages you in its own perceptions
feminine for me
Life is like a FlowerLife is like a flower, very easy to change,Life is like a Flower3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
what happens to the flower depends on the stage.
Without a few drops of water, the flower shall die,
so don't worry too much next time you cry.
Smothering the flower with too many things,
can stress out the flower and cause many stings.
The flower is overwhelmed and can't take anymore,
it simply collapses and falls to the floor.
So don't you worry if you need time alone,
it's the simply things that allow you to grow.
Flowers are fragile and can't handle a grasp too firm,
or it loses its roots and it's ability to learn.
So next time someone has a grasp just too strong,
don't feel bad if it's time they moved along.
Most flowers live long and go through many changes,
so choose your own path and break through the cages.
It's your life to live so begin with your roots,
don't worry about the pain and live through the bruises.
Flowers live on through each day and age,
so don't worry too much when someone calls you strange.
Each flower is beautiful i
ceiling secretsi was gonna have a vlog today,ceiling secrets15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i just didn't feel like it.
um, i was laying in my bed today,
tonight and it's ten thirty pm tonight
and i was thinking about all the things
i had to get done tonight
and all the things i had to do,
that i have to do,
and all of my goals
and this is a freestyle poem,
but not really.
of every quasi-desire
that i have
(everyday and all-aways)
in the aching heart
in my narrow chest.
i desire to be known
and spoken of
like my name was caesar
before the fall of rome.
and i ache to be known
like i was jesus,
even when he was hanging--
put on the cross.
and i wanna be spoken of
like god, any god,
whether it's to be dismissed
praised, or spoken of
by the depressed.
and this really doesn't make any sense,
but what really makes sense, anyway?
besides things that make cents.
m-my mother tells me to get a job,
my father tells me to do things
that will make me happy
(this sadness is too real)
my mother says do something
Mirrorthe silver toned glass,Mirror1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
glazed with steam and dust,
this bitter illusion i call a life,
plays its shadowed reflection before me,
the sinking torment of humanity,
laid bare before my eyes,
and how this reflection haunts me,
eyes glassed over and empty,
gazing out from the cracks,
chalky skin and scraggly hair,
the bitter visage of a dead man,
and no where to go,
the sinking feeling of my chest,
the drowning torment of my heart,
the cacophonous laughter of its beating,
a lonely joke,
and i ask this shallow reflection,
am i not the loneliest of all?
HomeThis place here used to be homeHome1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I still call it so
out of reflex
out of lack for a better word
We have loved and
plenty we have lost inside its walls
seeped through every crack
of the furniture
I'm not saying I was the only one to suffer
but how I loved to paint the walls
in the color of my blood and psychotic emotions
though you were guided by color-blind mode
And now I'm here again
no mother, no father lives in these rooms
and no lover, but a friend
and my imagination, my books
all my verses and that which helps me
feel whole, even the forgotten razor,
so I guess I'll keep calling it home,
not as a reflex,
I have made it so
GoodbyeI don't want you to hope for nothing.Goodbye2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So while I can still hold the situation, I will now distance myself from you.
Definition: WomanI'm so tired of living in a society and a world,Definition: Woman2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where being a woman, means being beautiful,
Where the belief that a woman's sole purpose of existence,
Is to be pleasing to the eye and pleasurable to the body,
And her soul is lost to the idea that her worth lies in her ability to please.
Even Christian men, in fact some are the worst offenders,
Still fall into the lie that being a woman, means being beautiful,
When did this become feminine?
And this become- not?
When did doing something like a girl,
Turn into doing something badly,
Why is this beautiful?
And this, ugly?
It's a century old cliché but let me say it again,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And if you'd stop comparing us with your skewed scale of beauty,
And just look for God's masterful brushstrokes in that woman,
You could find her beauty,
And she would be worth loving,
Despite the fact she doesn't look like this,
What makes long, dark eye-lashes beautiful?
What makes full, red lips and pale skin feminine?
To dead artistsIt was yours,To dead artists1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If ever a life was well lived.
You wrote stories,
That made us laugh and cry and wait with baited breath to see what would happen next.
You made art,
That brought beauty into the world and gave shape to shapeless ideas.
You envisioned worlds,
That were our escape when real life was too hard or too strange or just too dull.
You gathered fans,
That came together and felt at least a little less alone.
You inspired artists,
That saw you creating and realized they could be creators as well.
You left a legacy,
That will live on after you’re gone and pave the way for those who follow in your footsteps.
Portery Session-Don't die on meAt 1st we were both going to die,Portery Session-Don't die on me1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but we prevented that from happening.
You were a great friend,
but we became more than that in the end.
I know you like and dislikes, dos and don'ts.
I'll never hurt your feelings, you know that's a won't.
It wasn't cupid who shot me, or doves that flew by.
I'm glad I feel for your so there's no need to cry.
But each day you hurt because I am not near.
I know your pain, it even brings me to tears.
It's not fair that lovers are bound by earthly laws.
This is why I wish humans weren't so flawed.
If you gave into despair and took the leap,
Life would be absolute hell for me.
I want to know your smile, they way you feel, your kiss, your touch...
But without you that would be a must.
I'll never lie to thou, you know my words are true.
So I know you'll be speechless by the time I am through...
You are the love of my life,
My moon at night,
the pleasant of air,
the fairest of the fair,
a 100 to me and a beauty queen.
And you're right, we were me
love is no longer there...i hate hem all!love is no longer there...1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
such happy faces...
i envy them.
not a care in the world,
they just smile.
so joyous and happy...
why cant i have that?
am i not favored?
am i not worthy of this happiness everyone else seems to have?
why does no one notice...?
notice that im broken?
that i lost my hope,
and my smile...
the good feelings have disappeared
and left nothing but the darkness
no longer can i smile or laugh out of true happiness
its all fake now...
how much longer will i last...?
when will i finally break...?
when will i succumb to my empty heart
and let it guide me...?
i hate it...
i hate giving everyone false hope!
i hate giving them every ounce of care i have left only to be treated lesser
no matter how much i hold them dear to my heart,
they can never return the same amount to me
i try my best for my so called 'friends'...
they dont like me for me....
they wont accept my quirks...
im annoying to them...
i do nothing but bother them
its written on their face...
things I know to be true.my brother was born with brown eyes,things I know to be true.3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I have blue ones
he lives 12,000 miles away
and every day gets a day older.
things I know to be true:
the sun still rises even when you don't want it to
5:30 am still feels like rocks
even after a month
I like the way black nail polish looks
but hate the smell.
the nearest Galaxy is 2 billion billion light years away
and I cannot even fathom the distance from me to home.
the sky is still blue,
even in other parts of the world
but you're still under a cover of clouds, friend.
you can learn to hold your breath for a half an hour
but lose it the second she walks in
you can shut your eyes, and still experience
you can close your ears, and still observe
but the things you miss
is the same way my pen misses paper;
is the same way I miss you.
Exclusive crazinessPeople think I am crazy.Exclusive craziness2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People have named me insane.
People say that, I absolutely lack shame!
People call me a loser in life's game!
Well, about myself....? I do not think the same!
I just don't care about what people care!
People who call me bizarre, just lack brain!!
happiness is to blame even smiles hurt sometimeshappiness is to blame6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
even some laughter is fake.
sometimes lies escape through teeth,
and my old heart -- it aches.
even some feelings are kept secret
and some secrets never spill.
but sometimes rumors are set ablaze
against one's tortured will.
even Perfections make mistakes
(explains why some are born.)
remember the smiles, laughs, and love?
before our souls were torn?
even some childhoods aren't for kids
even innocence dies.
so stop ignoring the ignorance,
oh listen to the memory's cries!
even friendships don't last forever
so why should love do the same?
embrace the darkness, ignore the light
for happiness is the one to blame.
Sorry kiddoI prefer egalitarians over feminists.Sorry kiddo1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why I prefer egalitarians:
They care about men, trans, and non-binaries too. Not just women.
They don't complain about video games
They care about the actual issues and not some made up bullshit how you call "oppression"
They know actions speaks louder than words
They care about other countries than people in the 1st world countries
They are drama-free
Yes, that's why I rather associate with people who cares about other people. Not just women.
Gin and TonicThe leftover taste is unexpectedly blue.Gin and Tonic1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The juniper traced it into my veins like a stamp or a stain of things thought through,
or something equally untrue.
My .08 sings rhythm and blues late into the hours, Interchangeable You.
(I grow cold outside the notion of his valuable use; I blame this on youth,
and not on any criminally negligible tumbler of truth.)
But these remnants of blue are brighter than the juniper berries that bloom
in bunches behind my ears with the permanence of bruises. Feel it deeper here,
and with a fresher, less green intimacy than what gin and tonic committed to memory.
But these remnants of blue burn lower, more slowly
than my quixotic concept of love, ill-conceived in absence of desire and in a pleased
immaturity that playacts well with only those who speak quickly.
This perennial blue rooted fast in my feet, I no longer stand between empty and emptied.
I'll let instinct carry me through amity's frightening new anatomy
and hope that next time the blue will be
DepressionWhat was I thinking,Depression1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Trying to say goodbye,
Trying to end it all,
What was I thinking,
I screwed everything up now,
And messed up everyone around me
Messing up their lives,
In my own suffering,
Screaming for help in this desperate time,
Seeking it out when I know I need it,
Fighting the urge to carry out my plan,
And I won.
Now the thoughts keep coming,
Thoughts that got me into this mess
And I stay home away from school, society,
To try to fight what seems unbeatable,
I fear the results of my actions,
What people will say,
Will they bring me down,
Or pull me up from this abyss,
Why I write this to a bunch of strangers?
Maybe to know I'm not alone,
Or perhaps, to let them know they aren't alone,
And most definitely, to find my strength and hope,
Now, I feel as though I ruined loved ones lives,
That I messed everything up for them,
With such rash actions,
And by following thoughts that couldn't be my own,
I felt so out of control, so strange,
Like there was nothi
Quotes of MistakesIt is more honorable to admit a mistake than to cover it.Quotes of Mistakes1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ignoring our mistakes is a sign of immaturity and stupidity.
Admitting our mistakes is a sign of maturity and wisdom. We learn more from knowing our mistakes.
I’m just human, I have weaknesses, I make mistakes and I experience sadness; But I learn from all these things to make me a better person.
I fall, I rise, I make mistakes, I live, I learn, I’ve been hurt but Im alive. I’m human, I’m not perfect but I’m thankful.
Nobody’s perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. But some mistakes will teach you great lessons and make you a better person.
Mistakes are proof that you are trying.
The Boy who caused the Broken SmileHe watched her from afarThe Boy who caused the Broken Smile1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Guilt and sorrow ached in his chest
Tears flow down his face
What he has done?
He thought to himself
All the pain he caused
This is not how he wanted to end
He wished he could say it hurts him too
But she's not here anymore
She has walked away with an empty hole in her chest
All he had left of her is the blood and tears she had drowned in
He's the boy who gave her the broken smile
I am that boy
But she won't know it's me
For I shall never let her know I am that boy