Tribute to Kitty0706"I didn't come here expecting to grow such a huge and supportive audience over the past years, and it has been quite the journey since I began uploading my creations in 2007. So sit back, relax, chuckle here and there, munch on that popcorn kernel, because the ride may be a bit on the wild side."Tribute to Kitty070614 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Still recovering from A.L.L. Leukemia and a bone marrow transplant, I strive to continue to create content. Why? Because I love doing it. And loving what you do makes you happy."
R.I.P Kitty0706 . Your videos were as one of them said "FABULOUS".
a universal veina universal veina universal vein5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
exists inside you,
you’re wet from cherry falls,
as the cherry trees fall
to the beat
of campaign promises—
“i want you,”
“i need you,”
while the asphalt rains
hard against your skin,
and your worth thins
“i’ll do anything
for you,” you’ll say
and they’ll burn drunk from you.
“i’ll do anything to you”
and you’ll shiver off the tears
you have the kind of lips boys want to kiss
but they won’t hold you while you cry
“want this baby?” they will say
and boys will hold you if you lie
but only if you lie
Fairytale dreamsThis is my happy ever after? It’s a god damn disaster.Fairytale dreams6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My prince is nothing but a beast and these glass slippers hurt my feet.
You rescued me and took my hand, so where’s my night in never land?
Not even the witch doctors could have foretold that it was my heart you stole.
Every Romeo has their Rosaline and I guess that’s fine.
Maybe we’re not meant to be, god I hope this isn’t the end to the story.
Fairy tales are breaking me, I just can’t cope with reality.
Pretty Princesses are just a woman dressed up in dresses.
No longer waiting for my kingdom to come, I think that dream is done.
Our marriage is not lasting, fairy dust stopped us seen it crashing.
Everything around me is shattered, time for me to look for new ever after.
Romance KillerI once brought up isotopesRomance Killer15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in a conversation about the color of the sky
Cherenkov radiation is not welcome in a casual conversation
they say I’m a romance killer
no one wants roses when all they get are phenyl ethyl alcohol and rose oxide
sorry if I’m not a storybook
but you didn’t even hear my best line
give me a chance, I’ll prove to you
that romance isn’t dead, I never struck a blow
let me tell you about my heart
how the atmospheric refraction of the sun’s distorted rays
somehow jumped to a brilliant halcyon gold when you grabbed my hand
and how I can perfectly triangulate corona borealis
because I have your eyes to steady mine
mechanical pencils are perfect for tracing formulas on paper
yet never quite as enjoyable as when
the coordinates and their derivatives
matched up to write your name
let me show you the wavelength of your hair
and run it through my hands until
the shifting concept of time tells us we should go
for we are the unive
Dear NothingDear God,Dear Nothing19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm begging you,
Watching as the homeless,
Trying to find their own place,
Among the richer few,
But only the "best" survive,
And I thought you knew,
That they tried their best,
Watched them as they flew,
To heaven above,
Not letting pain drag them down,
Filling hell up with love,
Cause this honour they want,
Fits me like a glove,
And I know I'll stand taller,
Which push comes to shove,
Because I tried my best,
Dear no god,
And I'm feeling like your fake,
'cause I keep praying,
And I think that's a mistake,
I took a moment to think it through,
Felt the earth shake,
Questioning the almighty,
Think that we should take a break,
From the cheating and the wars,
You let me fall,
Until I couldn't find the ground,
And I wondered if that's all,
That there is in this broken world,
When our friends wouldn't call,
Our enemies care purely,
So they can make us feel small,
So I gave up, gave in, let go,
Necrophile of Broken HeartsYou!Necrophile of Broken Hearts21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Necrophile of broken hearts
Slithering closer til you're barely apart
From the girl you have set your slippery s(l)ights on.
Easy-peeling dreams away from reality
You need causality proven for junctions of mind and soul
And to know she is a (w)hole
Before you tear her down
Twisting her round so she doesn't
Feel her way up
You bastard of predator and victim.
You are what the world has made you,
But you use that excuse
To wreak havoc
Unlock the discord and strife
Male Eris, Loki, all that is chaos
What is your pay-off?
Fulfillment of your sick desires?
Burning people down in fires
That scream down the sky
A violent aurora borealis.
I will not forgive you
For you have sinned.
knowing.I know what I want.knowing.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know who I am
I know not where you are?
Can't StopI say that it's all rightCan't Stop1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but it rarely ever is
I've always felt uneasy
even as a kid
I used throw these fits
and never did fit in
and I still don't do that
lame thoughts and stupid shit
brain on repeat, memories
so fucking sweet
I get sad
and then I never cease eating
I go to sleep
and I never seem to stop dreaming
ChallengerToday is a dayChallenger1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
known not by many
but caused so much pain and hurting
it will be remembered by somebody, somewhere, forever.
It is passed down through the generations,
in our schools,
and told in stories by people who were there.
A teacher on board,
among the seven,
flew sso high,
they reached heaven
but they were special,
so they went out with a flash
of white smoke,
the whizzing of parts through the air,
and splashing into the ocean.
it will stay in our mind forever,
the image of seven people
as they 'slipped the surly bonds of earth' and 'touched the face of god.'
[Dove se vola][Dove se vola]2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Quanno te guardo er còre se ferma
Sembra che vive 'n'artra esistenza
Dove 'n se trova la terraferma
Dove se vola senza 'na scienza
Quanno te bacio er còre s'arresta
Come se fosse troppo contento
D'esse conteso in questa tempesta
Dove sei pioggia e io sono vento
Quanno te amo er còre se squaja
Trema, barcolla, perde la rotta
Dentro de te sbatte e se 'ncaja
E sur còre tuo poi s'accappotta
Achieve fearlessnessDon't run from your problems!Achieve fearlessness2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Step up and tackle them!
Fight them until they are weak,
until they are gone!
And if they are winning,
ask someone to help you take them down.
We can fight this togetherHe took her arm, rolled up her sleeve,We can fight this together2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And gasped at the damage a blade could leave.
Her broken skin, the horizontal lines,
"It's just a scratch, the worse ones are inside."
And then he pressed them to his lips,
Leaving her shocked to a simple kiss.
And tears dripped down from her eyes,
An apology bubbling, to her surprise.
'We'll fight this together." he promises her.
"Because these demons can't last forever."
PlacesI’m not all that great at poetry yet, asked someone for advice,Places2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They said a lot of poems have places in ‘em, thought I’d try that out.
Kay, so, my mother’s like the neighborhood I was born in,
Smalltown suburbia where no one’s afraid to go outside at night and the stars whisper safe things, loving things,
Where everything I need is within walking distance and every neighbor is a friend I can go to if I need something.
My brother’s that national park I visited during summer vacation,
It was beautiful and life changing and felt like it opened the doors of my heart and flooded it with light
But it also felt distant and I know I’ll never go there again.
My step father….
He’s like the city I moved to during adolescence,
A place where I’d rather die than walk at night
Because I don’t trust what lurks in the streets even when they’re deserted,
He’s the city I lived in for seven years and still couldn’t learn t
Broken ToesEvery day, you are standing on my toes.Broken Toes2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel the pressure, the weight, and
The crippling pain every single moment of every single day.
It comes in the form of fear.
I fear smokers because you smoke, I fear coughs because you cough,
I fear hallways because one time you walked down a hallway.
I fear beer cans because they make you angry,
Because they don’t make you stumble but they litter the hallways and trip me as I try to run away from you
As you walk down hallways.
There are some days where you dance on my toes,
Crushing them and delighting as you hear the cracking of my bones,
Letting the percussive rhythm become the base of your war cries, your song, your dance.
You dance on my toes,
But by sunrise I know you’ll apologize.
You’ll call me to the table and watch me limp, watch me crawl
And roll over the beer cans in the hallway,
You’ll put out your cigarette and cough and say that you know you hurt me,
And you feel bad about that,
But the thing is, you
First try at poetry...A teen, a teen who is no older then sixteen going through drama over this girl that to him she means the whole entire world, he draws her pictures and speaks to her with poems and rhymes, he tries to give her some version of love all of the time, he tells her he misses her but she always seems to find an excuse to leave at the most emotional times, he loves her, she is the first girl that made him go under when she doesn't talk to him, he dates girls left and right, things end but he's alright, but her she is different, she is smart funny, mean and cunning, but on his side, most of the time, the time he took her to the movies and they held hands, she called him funny and he called her lovely and they had a blast, the feelings he hoped would last past two weeks max from her, he doesn't know how she feels, she says she likes, u know it's real, and u amplify the feelings in your heart and its even more real, he loves more then the others, a girl that is special like no other, she won't seFirst try at poetry...2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
DividedTik TocDivided2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One year, two year
Where did you go?
Where has time gone?
I used to be a kid looking up to you
Now I'm an adult looking down
Searching for answers
Tears of hope, of pain.
One day we will see each other again
If only I didn't let you go
If only I protected you a little better
Perhaps you'd still be here with me
Now I'm an adult looking down
gotta have them daysWere all humans and we all make mistakes but is one mistake really worth holding the grudge?gotta have them days2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Think about your words before your bout to judge.
Stars aren't humans but they still sine bright, why is it so hard for us to keep that light
Theirs the good days and the bad.. If the bad day is everyday than start to get happy about that day when you know the problem will go away. For instance if your being bullied than just think.. Soon you will either be in a different class or better yet school! Don't worry, your time will come, you just gotta enjoy the bad days to get the good ones
done.You know that your done you know that iv won.done.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You know who you are, giving me scars.
And now that its done and you know that iv won, I'm done.
I amI stand and I am and I am not much more.I am2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay and I sleep and I am not much more.
I crease and I cry and I am not much more.
I crease and I laugh and I am not much more.
I look at my hands, my feet and my belly.
I see people’s eyes, connect on the telly.
I see ridged words, just like tetras blocks.
Bodies swirl round, dense in little flocks.
I frown like a child and ponder what it all means.
Constantly told it’s just part of your teens.
my poetryBrokenmy poetry2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There are so many thing's you can repair
But one thing you can not repair is the soul is one of the things that you can not fix
One's it is broken it will stay broken. The only thing you can do. is put a bandage on the wound
A dark feeling
Do you ever have that feeling.
That you are alone nobody likes you. Yes it is something everybody feels it at least one time. It is always there waiting to get kill it's victim. If you get the feeling to much it won't go away.
Then people give up on life.
They don't se hope they can't feel happy and I have felt it you felt it we all will feel it at one at least time
who are we
we are all the same you are not more important than him he is not more Important then you. you are not different if you are little you are not different when you are bigger you are not different we are all the same you are not stupid cuz you don't look nice or something like that why can't we except some people for who they are . So I
UntitledThis is darknessUntitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and it hurts
And I don't know whether I'll
live to see
rollercoasterIf I can't have yourollercoaster2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
then why do you have me?
Tangled in tattooed arms tighter every day,
If I don't love you
why can't I set you free?
Seem like I lost my soul, yet lately
I feel sick but it's feeling great,
life is a rollercoaster don't make me wait,
of all I felt I'm left with hate,
and all these words they'll come to late...
Venting-whateverI have notice if i vent out here more people comment and comfort me or at least try.Venting-whatever3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But when i vent on facebook to friend I know in real life I get really get nothing.
I'm not saying i vent to get attention it's just funny how people I don't know in real life try and help me while the people i have know for a good while and have been there for them when they needed someone are never around when I need someone to vent to or cry to.
so yeah imma vent again :/
hope y'all don't mind
But i have been feeling really fucking depressed lately and I have been wanting to relapse badly.
I broke a razor today and was about to start cutting again but i stopped myself. god i was so close.
But i dunno I have been really.
Like i have been crying over everything. ?
I know it's stupid and im just thinking into things way to much but fuck.
I see all y friend chatting with one another or getting tagged in post, hanging out and stuff and im just sitting here