holding hands in a hospital.he calls it "continental drift."holding hands in a hospital.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
flat stones stacked
into mausoleums that will seal him in
his sleep shakes,
countries falling to rubble;
his sleep is
a creature seldom seen,
its face etched in
he hasn't smiled in ages
but I remember it
the way I remember
and my own name,
god, how could I forget
those eyes, creased,
this human being
alive and breathing and
in my arms,
in my arms,
I have the luck of a
just to say that I can hold him
in my arms
here we are,
his body, my mind
in a tango, both
unaware of the other's steps,
and his fingers are feathers,
he's unaware of it,
I'm an invisible dance
and every second's
a bomb tattooed
on tired eyelids
pretty soon I'm gonna
final exhaust or
abandoned moth cocoon,
and I will never remember
how that apartment looks
or the way my children's names
will drop from my tongue
The BoyOnce upon,The Boy1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so back in time,
I met a boy
so fun, so bright
He made me laugh,
he span me round
We got on well
Oh dear! What a sound!
But he was gone
No feelings hurt,
was just a flirt
All was well,
friends we still were
But gods were watching
so cruel, so naughty
the boy I met once again
this time to be more than flirt
He was happy
and so was I,
such a joy
hard to come by
He whispered softly,
made me dream
And what a dream,
it was to be
He made me hope
and long and care
as long as it lasted
Oh gods! I dare!
But gods were cruel
and he was gone
No time to spare,
I was a heft,
the hope crashed,
the dream; it burned
This time it hurt,
no more a flirt,
the darkness came
and tears; such shame
I saw him again,
in the arms of another
Words cannot tell
how I recovered
Years went by,
the boy was gone
But gods were watching,
we couldn't move on
A present they gave
to our hearts both
our paths crossed
our fates; one oath
once again the boy I met
he had grown; now a man
this time he's different
to the girl still kneeing her eyesnot much has changed;to the girl still kneeing her eyes1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I still listen to the red-lipped boy
frightened back to the closet
passing comfort under my door
to every disarray he left
I still close my eyes in winter
mornings, hoping the sun warms
my breath and melts
the dewy tears from the nights
don't worry, love
not much has changed;
I still listen to a thousand brittle piano keys
breaking into a sinus rhythm
and blasphemous hymns
I still sing along
I still think of strangers sweating
I still hope no one knows
hold my breath till it hurts
more than the crunched cluster
of pain he left
I don't hurt over wonderland
and fucking him to submission
I don't have friends the way
I used to
I don't tear up at the thought of god
even if I secretly hope he finds
it in him to love me still
but I still wish on grains of sand
till they are washed away to silt
and find life within their centers
I still write to ventilate
and smile to validate
the wrong done unto me
I still dance harder tha
Just FriendsDISCLAIMER;Just Friends2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am very, very angry in this. It is also not aimed at ANYONE IN PARTICULAR.
That ‘you’ I’m talking about isn’t a person. Or if it is, it’s not a real person. I’m not targeting anyone. I’m fuming at society.
An open letter to an asshat:
There is one phrase that offends me above all others
One little phrase that makes me want to scream
Makes me want to start an impromptu slam every time I hear it
“We’re just friends.”
We’re just friends
Is friendship worth that little?
Is it really?
Is a friend someone you just allow to follow you around until it’s inconvenient?
Until they get in the way of the IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE?
Do you really need to invalidate that person that way?
Do you really need to slam the brakes on that thought?
“Oh no no no, we’re just friends.”
Like the thought of being ~*more*
The ink glitters so beautifullyThe ink glitters so beautifully,The ink glitters so beautifully2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost in everything surrounding -
All of my fragile remains,
Colors fade as they appear.
Yet all I saw shimmered in light,
The shadows dancing through the night,
There's nothing certain to be found;
Quicksand feigns as stable ground
Precious things choking my voice
Do I even have a choice?
I let them violate my soul;
Only with them am I whole
Am I speaking clearly now
Or aspirating bitter truths?
Some say it's taken them a lifetime
To unlearn lies from their youth
And when you catch a glimpse of sun
How the vision seems unreal;
No paralyzing anxiety, but you still have "fun" -
Expressing only what you truly feel.
Exhausted after everything;
Equally as restless.
A marionette with no known purpose.
I'm not looking for an answer,
I just don't want to be alone.
Starfire passion -
And before a moment can elapse,
A lifeless doll.
Stuck in limbo.
No free will,
You say I'm ugly and I'm beautiful,
dead friendsghost intentions, messy and uncleardead friends1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
are no longer welcomed here.
brief memories of longer walks
four a.m. talks, now blood like chalk
that shakes loose from an intravenous knife—
rife with death
and weak with life.
the struggle with love now hooks me less
and i am tired of these messes
loose ends, dead friends
no one slithers into me now.
i have red flags to stab them with.
i lost you, and so here’s my turn:
the fire at the years old bridge
begins its thankful burn.
Where love leadseverybody has love in their heartsWhere love leads1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sometimes love leads to bad endings
it can also shatter people apart
it can lead to kills and evil temptings
be wise when you use love
From a distance.....From a distance I may seem rube or quiet...From a distance you may see a girl who is alone and not social. However if you get to know me you soon learn that I have be so hurt in the past. I have been used, hurt and bullied.From a distance.....2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People keep judging me, saying so cruel words:
Why don't you wear makeup? Don't you know that makes you pretty?
What are you wearing?! You look like a boy!
Why can't you never speak correctly?
You write? ha! A person like you cannot write?
You want to do that as a job, pff yeah right!
They are all so cruel....
This is why I keep alone if I am alone I cannot get hurt. If I am alone no one will ever betray my trust like so many have. I may seem distant in the corner taping away.
I am often in my own world lost in the words I write. I am so creative, I may not be as "talented" or "gifted" as some people but I enjoy it.
I am who I chose to be, why can't they see that?!
Stop telling me what I should and shouldn't do!
I am drowning, stop it!
I can't and won't listen.
DespairIt was not loud.Despair1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It was crying softly in the wings of academia,
Pleas for help lost amid the anti- social media.
We ignored the change from solitude to stagnation,
Never catching that ‘coercion’ was spelled ‘castration.’
It was not bright.
There were no red skies emblazoned in the morning,
Mimicking the wounds – not even a warning.
Neither explosions, nor bursts of incandescent light
Served to illuminate the ever-growing plight.
It was not violent.
Malicious, perhaps, and infinitesimally subtle,
Leaving no hope for contestation or rebuttal.
There was no indication of a problem emergent.
No way of knowing that it was this deadly urgent.
It is not hopeless.
There’s no truth behind this self-perceived abjection,
The fact that you’re breathing is already perfection.
For simply surviving each day to watch the setting sun
Is proof of the concept – it hasn’t yet won.
Shame of Envy and HatredHer outside eyes constantly look in.Shame of Envy and Hatred3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She recoils from a reaction so sudden.
They have the very thing she has never.
Envy consumes as her mind pulls a lever.
Slipping through the fractures in her vision,
Hatred's gravity plunges her into the crimson.
They don't know what it's like to be a target.
They don't know what it's like to be "different".
Joking and smiling in their popular cliche,
they see her and then act like snotty pricks.
They make it a point to ridicule her disabilities.
Yet, they never endured her kind of suffering.
It's hard for her to forget their ignorant words.
She knows she should ignore them, but it hurts.
To be treated so meanly when she can't help it,
that she acts and looks in ways they deem unfit.
Unfit to minds that haven't even attempted,
to realize true beauty lies in the difference.
But as anger and envy abates, she feels ashamed,
for letting herself be consumed by her hateful rage.
For every cruel word they've had the audacity to say,
She wanted to hurt them
FlashbackWiedererleben,Flashback1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rückkehr ins Jetzt
Die meine benetzt
Rückerleben des Nichts
Das mir alles war,
Welten in Deinem Blick.
Into the DarknessMy mother always told me, “Don’t be afraid of the dark. You cannot see, but that doesn’t mean you cannot trust. There are no monsters that lurk in the shadows; it’s all… in your head.” She assured me that the bed I slept on was not a roof for a lair where demons lie; that every breath I took in slumber was not numbered… I was safe.Into the Darkness4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember finding him in the dark, the shadows towering over him like a city whose people were too narrow-minded to allow him to fit in, he was… unseen. I remember finding him in the dark, he was… walking in circles, blindly, his days all seemed the same.
He had been backed against the wall, able to do nothing but look back and watch the past he can’t get past, I remember opening his eyes. He saw me as his future.
We gave each other the light we needed to see during our darkest hours, but as time went by, I realized that what I thought was written in stone was written in sand, and it was all slippi
Invisible TearsSince the day I told you to be goneInvisible Tears6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The rain stopped pouring
Gray clouds are no longer hovering over
Bright sunshines brighten my smile
Though my days are better
A little of your memories are still there
I painfully imagine your arms still wrapped around me
As if you're still here
You were someone I cared for
What happened to him?
I've always considered you as one of my friends
How could you not feel that?
As much as I want to cry
I can't anymore
But I can sense the same pain in my heart
I can taste the same salty tears running down my face
And I can hear the same muffled sobs
Tic-Tac-Toe (XIOU)Life is a game of Tic-Tac-ToeTic-Tac-Toe (XIOU)4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You compete with your X's and O's
and you regret your exes and Oh...
If you both knew the rules,
you both just can't lose
But you both... just can't.. win
It's a draw from the start
as you draw the art
of a 3 by 3 cell
filled with X's and O's and I
I drew a line across my exes
and Oh my line just happened to cross you
I drew X's across you eyes
and I drew the chalk line around
your open body
a 1 by 1 cell,
a 1 by 1 hell
and the sidewalk
This is my world, my safe havenI sit here in my cold, dark, lonely roomThis is my world, my safe haven2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Only my thoughts, my words and my heart
I can't stop my mind racing... even at this late hour.
The time ticks by, moment by moment
Minute by minute, hour by hour
The music serves as my small distraction
The sounds bouncing and beating off the walls, and off my soul
The soft whir of the computer barely audible but forever there
The lights all dark, my screens shine on
The outside world shut out, never to be let in
This is my world, my safe haven
Here is where my thoughts can soar
My words can flow like rivers leading to nowhere
Into an ocean lost among the white noise of life
My heart can cry, the soft light tears of blood
As my soul slowly rips itself in two
Not even the slowly cooling coffee
Eases the maddening shroud
It dulls the pain but heightens my awareness of it
Knowing that the final crash is coming
And soon my heavy eyes will fall
This is my world, my safe haven
Mirror, on my wall.Mirror, on my wall.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mirror, on my wall
mirror, mirror, on my wall,
tonight will I have any food at all?
mirror, mirror, look at my hair,
because I have food it's not falling out everywhere.
mirror, mirror, look at my health,
so maybe for five minuets, I can stop thinking about myself
mirror, mirror, I have a family that love me,
unlike some people in these different countries.
mirror, mirror look at my plate, I have ate,
but some people would hate the fact, I didn’t finish my plate.
mirror, mirror, I have parents who love me, friends who care,
unlike some unfortunate people out there.
mirror, mirror, I wont cut my arms,
because the solution for all my first world problems,
isn't self harm
Isaiah 53:4-6Surely he took up our painIsaiah 53:4-61 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
Allegory At It's Finest•Allegory at it's finest•Allegory At It's Finest2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Bodies caressed in a timely manner leaves scars that won't diminish
Don't you worry, darling.
It will be just fine
Is this my new salvation?
More like damnation.
Smoke fills the broken ones lungs
The bottle holds her close
While the other half ruins another
She was just.
MotivationThe need to prove someone wrongMotivation1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is often the strongest motivation
Known to the world.
The Sun and the MoonAir and space.The Sun and the Moon1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Light and dreams.
Every little tiny being.
I am the sun but not the moon.
And everything is ending soon.
All the sorrow that swells in my soul.
All the joy as well, as well.
What could I even do?
To end a life is to be cruel.
Waking from this dream is all I could wish for,
But yet there is no open door,
No window of which to crawl through,
No hope, but then, it’s not easy to do.
The planets swarming around me, the stars floating above.
The moon comes to me and I am full of love.
She is me, but not me.
She is life, she is a dream.
She is...my everything.
She makes it all come together.
She makes all the rainy weather.
Yet, I love her so.
I never want to let her go.
Does it have to be so?
No, no, NO! I cannot let her go.
I shall not see her off.
But, oh, the way she coughs.
She is not well, she is not well.
She smiles though she does not feel swell.
I can tell, I can tell.
I see the sorrow her eyes sing,
The dread of the pain tomorrow could bring.
I cannot let her en
sad-perhapsvor allemsad-perhaps3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
zuerst die beiden
in kahlem raum
es spielt keine rolle
was sich denken
was sich fühlen lässt
eine letzte begegnung
die letzte zigarette
das ist vorschrift
werden nicht kommen können
in der erinnerung
ein intensives gefühl
erfüllung mit großem
leben gibt hier
an den eigenen
grenzen des seins
gefühlskraft der seele
that' s why
ein abschied hängt
[ your soul shivers]
eine andere traurigkeit
die aufgabe des lebens hingegen
sucht neue wege
es wandelt sich gewesenes
Poetry Session-I long for youPeople talk alot, that's true.Poetry Session-I long for you3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I don't let that get me blue.
They try to split us up,
but I'me never leaving you.
For once in my life,
there's something I desire.
And you are the match that sparked my fire.
You are the one that make's sure the fire is kindled,
Keep loving me so, I don't want it to dwindle.
The masses are wolves hunting down their prey.
They want to end us, watch our feelings decay.
One says all I do is lie and treat you like shit.
Well they do not know the half of it.
Of what we've been through, that's right me and you.
We've overcame many battles, but lately we're being rattled.
A four month lie and DA drama.
Talk about ending the life of a llama.
I'll open your eyes babe, I'll make you see...
That without you there is no me.
If I could I'd be on one knee,
Asking you to "Marry me?"
It'd be too soon though, we have much to learn.
It's for each other that we both
~Extraordinary~If I should have a daughter~Extraordinary~1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d tell her that she doesn’t have to be afraid of not being normal
Because normality is just a human concept made to make people feel sane
And, baby, I’ll tell her, having to conform to ideals that were never yours
Will only leave you feeling exhausted from trying so hard to
Get the approval of others when all you really need is yours
I want her to know that it’s alright to break the mold
Because she was never meant to fit in
She was meant to be extraordinary