soul of meFor an eternity will this little soul rape itself cold until it bleedssoul of me5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
For what purpose no one seems to understand
Though it is uncertain for how long it will go on
This does not matter, that is all important
Fearing that it will one day crumble into dust
Though it will not mind for this world is cruel but yet full of such beauty
Fearing that it will loose all those who it holds dear
Though not blaming them for it has become
Humanity is just a shedding rock
Devouring itself until it is nothing of this Earth
Be sure to monitor yourself before your time has come
And so I end this treachery
And begin a new era of cleansing new roads
UntitledLet me pull you down to zero for a momentUntitled7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Where every drug they prescribe doesn't do a damn thing
Except make you feel hallow and your dick don't work.
As if an unsolved Rubik's cube lays in the mind
Beneath a blanket of allm other things you have to do with your time
And the lights are out, as you try to solve it.
Each twist and turn is as if your whole head moves to trying to guess which side is red or blue and wondering why no matter what you do keeps getting you to similar place where you started...
And the beat of your heart comes on to remind you that your time is limited. That every pump of your precious life is not to be wasted. You drop the cube and look around as your body scrambles on the floor. Reaching, grabbing, trying find a stable thing to latch onto just to elevate yourself to something more.
And sometimes it is a person or an idea or place you'd rather be... But just like your heart reminds you, not everything last forever every and these things fade and leave. Some t
The beats of tideAt the end of the lightThe beats of tide18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Nowhere is home
night when a fine rain falls.
Hesitant heart wanders through a dream
blooms - aimlessly -
a fire in restless ash
plaiting hopes a bird
and against loneliness
sing a song !
So catch your eyes
so fight the words
against the ice
at the moment of a thought
lapped my feeling heart
as smite me
the beat of timelessness
I hover very gently and without fear
on the waves of your dream
have recognized the sense in me
as if I would never something else
trapped in a sunbeam
eagerly drinking all the luck
with you to break, to new shores
where our passion begins
to be in the here and now
behind closed eyes
procrastination about barriers
the wonders to be found in Winter
each star is a gift
imaginary life begins to flow
following the stream of blood
a noise of wings equal
when the wind is shaking in my senses
makes it feel like constraints resolve
a red dream at night
a shaky idea
resulting because the skysurfers
nightly heaven over the draw?
TelevisionMy idea of a fairytale is this:Television19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Us crashing into roadside motels, booking a room for just one and upon stepping foot inside,
I go into the bathroom and run a hot bath while you plop down on the bed and turn on the telly.
And then I step out of the bath, clad in a towel, hair dripping wet, walk over to you, and lay down on your chest while you slip your arm around me and continue to watch tv while I look up at you adoringly because it's obviously better than whatever's on the screen.
The screen cuts to black.
The Skies of IrelandA blunt morningThe Skies of Ireland1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Made of orange clouds
Tries to turn you away
From your dearest endeavours
The city lights
The senseless lives
Would track you down
In the British Isles
You packed your fears
You packed your lies
When you flew over
The Irish sky
The rain would pour
Over your sorry face
Making a mess
Of the path
You picked for yourself
It's a new morning
You don't start anew!
You start afresh!
Soon you'll forget
Why you came
Soon you'll forget
To be happy about yourself
Soon you'll forget
To fight those thoughts
You are hitting yourself with
But you won't forget
The skies of Ireland
Always wash them away
Eleventh Hour DecisionI went into a trance yesterday.Eleventh Hour Decision1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I think that my body shut my mind down.
I was driving.
My body took over for my brain.
My brain misfires—sending wrong messages due to chemical reactions.
My brain is broken, and my body knows.
My body shut it down.
I went into a trance.
I stopped crying.
I couldn’t think
I swerved into the opposite lane on Route 28
I shouldn’t be driving.
My body turned my brain back on and gave my brain a choice.
My body was trying to help me.
It knew my brain couldn’t do it on it’s own, so it helped.
My body wanted to give my brain a chance.
“Let it happen, or wake back up.”
I had milliseconds to make my choice.
An eleventh hour decision
that could change my life for good.
Different *critique*Is okay I'm creepy...?Different *critique*1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I mean, I enjoy being creepy...
Is something wrong with that?
I'm not judged really, just the fact that the way I am...
I find it funny and comforting to be creepy,
So is that okay? I would think so... I would HOPE so...
No... It's perfectly fine to be different! Perfectly fine to be weird
And strange and scary or creepy! If it makes you happy, then you should be it.
It's the same thing with your most common personality trait. Whether you're
Strange, loud, chirpy, lonely, different... It's perfectly okay...
Don't care about what others think about or judge about you...
You are perfect just the way you are... just as long as you're happy..
TabuSei vernünftig, dachte er, nicht zum ersten Mal an diesem Tag und auch nicht zum ersten Mal überhaupt. Eigentlich dachte er es regelmäßig bei Tageslicht.Tabu2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Doch wenn die Sonne der Nacht Platz gemacht hatte und die Tagesroutine erledigt war, wenn die Zeit für den Schlaf gekommen war, dann rieselt die Vernunft aus ihm wie aus einem zerlöcherten Eimer. Auch in dieser Nacht setzte er sich nieder und schrieb ihr einen Brief, angefüllt mit Liebe und Zuversicht, mit Liebkosungen und geheimsten Geständnissen.
Noch konnte die Vernunft siegen, er konnte den Brief zerreißen oder verbrennen. Doch stattdessen trug er ihn in der Dunkelheit, die ihn wie ein Mantel verbarg, heimlich zu ihr.
Am Morgen, wenn die Sonne die Nacht und die Zeit der geheimen Gefühle wieder verdrängt hatte, bereute er seinen nächtlichen Wahnsinn.
Er konnte und durfte diese Frau einfach nicht lieben. All seine Zukunft stand auf dem Spiel, würde jemals diese Verbind
Personal Narrative Edition!Losing him was unfathomable to me. And I’m no stranger to loss. Oh, yes, I’ve had my “fair” share. I’ve even witnessed my grandmother die, her cries assaulting my ears, and all I could do about it was grip her hand in the gentlest vice I knew as she passed, surrounded by family. Her dear ring that she surrendered to me still adorns my finger today. Heck, one would have to slice off the finger for that ring to ever leave me. Yes, I’ve seen Death’s signature countless times. But this was different. Somehow this was worse, lurid even. Seeing my baby boy─oh, he was so much more than just a pet─collapse was a nightmare. It was happening again, parts of me were flying away to never return until my whole self eventually followed to light down permanently on Heaven’s honey-coated grass. Losing Lucki so painfully was quite possibly the blackest moment of my life to the point I was nearly blind to positivity. Lucki was my male ball pythPersonal Narrative Edition!3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Quick-Scribble: Tempting LoverShiny little sun of mine,Quick-Scribble: Tempting Lover3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Stop plying me with your wine.
For but a taste of you
Is going to be my undo!
the baltic way- poemwe stand in the streets, side by sidethe baltic way- poem3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
ready to defend our land from the red tide
we will not let them rule us anymore
we are free, independent
we fight together all three of us
finally working for the same goal
to sing the songs banned by them
we do not fear there punishments
we do not fear them
we stand on the beaches, side by side
to defend our shores from the red tide
they have no right to ruin our ocean
to pollute and destroy our beaches
our hearts swell with pride
as our flags flutter
the salty air blowing them
making us visible to all
we do not fear there weapons
we do not fear them
we stand in the fields side by side
to defend our soil from the red tide
this land is ours to cultivate and us
to produce the crops to feed us
the animals watch us from afar
they know whats coming
and like us
we don't fear them
the time has come friends to stand up against them
the wall is down, the time is now
we fight for freedom without bloodshed
we don't care if they gun us down
The Perfect CanvasFor me, art is like a drug. It all starts when I'm listening to music on the way to volleyball practice or on the way home on the bus. Inspiration hits like a bullet, dropping in my lap with each thrum of the bass, each quiver of the treble. I pull out my sketch pad and draw like it's the last thing I'll ever do. The pull on my very soul as my pencil swipes across the paper, the excitement and ecstasy of a completed picture. And the drag as I run out of ideas and start all over again, craving more of the sweet sensations of what I know is right. Art is like a drug to me, and I never want to quit.The Perfect Canvas3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A Small Box of Half-Burnt PhotographsI am not the one that I was beforeA Small Box of Half-Burnt Photographs3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
My head's full to bursting
my head's always sore
Coal spills out my eyes
streams lines down my cheeks
and keeps me blind
to all the lies that I speak
I can't find myself
for I'm buried in black
I tried to save her
to that girl from my past
I've lost all her words
all her feelings and hurts
all the things she kept close
all the thing's she had learned
for my sake was it all?
Is it me that is lost
and if so, then time, tell me
For who? At what cost?
RailroadsWhat is a Railway?Railroads3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The safest way to move
You can move by night and day
And not even need to improve
With them you know you have no risk
Just must of freedom give up and accept that obelisk
Most railways are not made of steel
They are build over suppressed dreams and crushed will
Terrible is this machine
Destroying all that is beautiful and green
It is in our mind and it is so obscene
She is so serene
Giving strength to the doubt
Making us believe we can not live without
This sorrow of never breaking this route
And losing our rainbow trout
A Railway gives you no option
You will never have exhaustion
Always moving with precaution
Even if we have once in a while a little interruption
She only allows
One to follows
Whether build by others or yourself
Squashing us and placing wishes on the shelf
In either way,
We are lost in disarray
Forward, left or right
In a Railroad, movement gives me no delight
Not matter what is wrong, you can never overwrite
Do not play the Princess or
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Thinkin BoutJust,Thinkin Bout3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Just thinking bout what you doin
Just thinkin bout what you doin
Jus thinkin bout what you doin
Head drilled, start the screwing
Robot heart with a cold face gotta oil parts and start the movin
Take up my time tho
More than your mind know
When there's nothing there I think of you and all sudd my mind go
It's not your fault Who made you?
And No one need save you
There's No strain you carry your own
Haul strength to carry along
But it's not what I'm used to
Straight tongues and loose truth
You even notice what your doin
Need a doctor got them flew in
Thinkin bout what you doin
Jus thinkin bout what you doin
Skip the beat don't start me
Half the time you par me
Wouldn't of known until I heard the sound of your heart beat
It's Emotional detachment
I'm Outside your catchment
When there's nothing left to hold I'll jus find some to latch on
You talk about how you the one who take slow
Fast between the sheets but when friction come the brakes go
No Love In The HoodMan there's whiskey on my lips and it kinda taste like shitNo Love In The Hood3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
But still much better than the taste you left me with
Half self inflicted
Half of what you did shit,
I wouldn't of jumped in if this was close to what I pictured
My deep insecurities
Weapons in your draw it seems
A tactical approach from the minute that you wondered in
I never let them close
Its distance that I boast
So how you got inside my head I'll probably never know
And this pain I'll never show I'll jus slowly let it grow
Into a mess that we both threw ourselves in
Keeping me busy, actin like it's helping
But you are the water that I wanna drown myself in
Wade through your memories
Acting like your dead to me
Dark fuckin thoughts til I see your light come on for me
The passion is all wrong for me
Passion that's too strong from me
The light I only see was the light that only shone from me
Not one to try along I'm not one to scream and shout
But if I get it down I could try to Bleed you out
Not one to sin
Fighting/TryingStill alive but fighting to handle work.Fighting/Trying4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Still alive but trying to deal with coworkers.
Still alive but fighting to stay awake from one job to the next to the next.
Still alive but trying to fit in...and yet be different.
Still alive but fighting to understand people.
Still alive but trying not to speak.
Still alive but fighting with my family gets annoying.
Still alive but trying to be myself at home is almost impossible.
Still alive but fighting with the world is hard...when will they understand?
Still alive but trying to be better.
Still alive but fighting my mind to get sleep.
Still alive but trying to sleep is almost impossible.
Still alive but fighting nightmare after nightmare.
Still alive but trying to run for my life every night for the last 6 months.
Still alive but fighting with my phobias...they haunt me in my sleep.
Still alive but trying to be healthy.
Still alive but fighting with my self-conscience
Still alive but trying to be fit...working out at work helps a lot.
The BridgeI see itThe Bridge4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
From me to you
I want to see you
This is our connection
From my town to yours
From my house to yours
It looks dangerous
It looks scary
But I'll cross it
Please wait for me
I'll be there
I'll come to you
We can be
MotherYou are my Mother.Mother4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You are my mother and I am here with you and if I weren't I know you wouldn't notice anyway.
I am a dim glow in comparison to his blinding aura.
At least, that's what you have shown me. Perhaps it isn't true in the eyes of others, but knowing you and loving you has made it all too clear that I am the least of your worries. He will outshine me, and all the others in your life until everything explodes and you are once again sucked into the black hole that is the common american house party, and another 'he' will arise from the ashes of my shattered faith in you. I am your son. Yet I am nothing.
Nothing but your key to the pity of others, nothing but another object, designed to make you and only you feel happy, disregarding all others. I am not a person in your eyes but a doll, but sometimes even dolls have a life of their own.
I have a life of my own. A life outside of you, outside of him, outside of the american house party. I have a life.
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Floetry//Feelings//YouThere was once a girl, 13 years ago. We dated for a brief period of time, but due to circumstances, it had to end.Floetry//Feelings//You5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Fast forward to 12/2014 we found each other again, everything we were both going through everything seemed so
serendipitous, fate. Then one day, before I even knew it, it was all over. She made everything seem so perfect.
Prior to the end I sat her down and told her that i know i'm not perfect, and I don't pretend to be, so if there is anything about me that bugs
you please, let me know communications in any relationship is key... no avail. I guess I was wrong when I assumed
she had truly opened up to me.
I sat down one day, and all these words just started flowing through my mind, I had to get it out... Hence, the following...
I was there when you needed me the most.
I held your head to my chest when you needed to cry.
I wiped the tears and mascara away from your eyes.
I've shown you love, when you've lost all hope.
I was always here standing right by your side.
Abstract RealitiesChildren whisper praiseAbstract Realities5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In the eaves of night
Echoing just as hollowly
As their intent.
A paper crane lies there,
Contemplating a bird skull
As it is consumed by a blue red flame.
A fallen star gleams
In the branches, in the leaves
Of the tree on the moon.
It seemed so real,
That you could even feel
The dying warmth of the spirit
Why does a winter rose
For though it knows
It will die soon
As the ebbs and the flows
Why can't the pictures
The words in my head
Be just as real as the ones in yours?
I can try, I know
I can hope, too.
But nothing ever
Could really ever
Perhaps I am echoes
That only say what I've been told.
Perhaps I am a paper crane
Burning, set ablaze with no particular intent
A victim of maliciousness.
I could be a fading spirit
As lately I've felt that I have no spirit left.
Or maybe a rose in winter
Freezing quickly and dissipating into shards.
I have tried to paint a picture, see?
Tried to make sense.
Tred to communica
DollhouseI am a dollhouse. Within my walls is a sweet little doll living an unbelievably hard life- a life that doesn’t suit the delicateness of her features , rarely coming out to play or to look at the flowers in the garden ever since my once-little owner “grew up” years ago- a façade, an act merely put on for the sake of coping with the “real world” although still remaining her child self on the inside – like most people, although they may deny it (which explains the little doll). There used to be mommy and daddy doll too, but had long since disappeared into some oblivion, probably lost in the hole under the bed , where no-one could reach unless you were a mouse. That’s what it is- a mouse hole of dark childhood memories hidden in the very corner of the room my owner never once dared stick her fingers into for the fear of it getting pulled back into it by some proverbial childhood monster under the bed- the bullies who’d alienaDollhouse5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word