What I have LostThe following poem is a tribute to the late Mr Lee Kuan Yew, founding father of Singapore.What I have Lost21 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I stare up the sky
And I let my tears run dry
for what I have lost
The stars dim
The sky grim
As I mourn
for what I have lost
My hopes sever
for what I have lost
What we have lost...
Small TalkAm I alright?Small Talk2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No I'm fine, really.
A collection of restless tossing and turning
and skin peeled off my bottom lip,
No, I lied, I'm not fine.
To be honest,
I never will be fine.
Not your definition of "fine",
I promise this isn't the pessimist in me,
it's just the truth.
You see, I am a lot of things.
scared of everything and everyone,
but most of all, scared of myself.
But I'm also loving,
goofy, emotional, sensitive,
ridiculously clumsy, easily falling for everyone,
giggly, quiet and loud, soft and hard;
I am a lot of things,
are more interesting than "fine" or "okay".
I'm tired of making myself feel shitty
just because I'm not "okay" by your terms.
My recovery can't move on your time,
only on mine.
And you see,
I'm fine with not being fine,
There's nothing wrong with the tears
that soak my pillowcase sometimes.
This is what my body needs to not just survive,
but to live.
So leave me the hell alone,
dead friendsghost intentions, messy and uncleardead friends3 hours 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.
ConstellationsAshes and constellations. Skin, white, as fair as snow. Music remedies the heart of a comforted listener, whose drums linger on to the echoes of your whispers. And although fireflies embellish the skies of our unfathomable galaxy, your luminous retinas ignite the feeding fires of insurmountably loving sensations.Constellations10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do It For MeI don't want your big heartDo It For Me10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Getting struck by lightning,
And if it does,
Lord, throw two more at mine.
I don't want your look-down,
Getting your spine all bent,
And if it does,
Lord, scatter all my bones.
I don't want your thick blood,
Getting pured on this land,
And if it does,
Lord, bleed my soul to death.
I don't want to get mirror-surrounded,
Or I'll loose her for good,
And if I do,
Lord, keep her in heaven.
Do it for me.
Magic of Friendship - The TruthSome might call it the "magic of friendship". Others call it the "power of love". Or perhaps, it's that "life energy", formed by bonds, that allows pokemon to mega evolve. Friendship is magic, and that's a true fact. However, the true nature of this power is not simply a friendship, it's actually that fact itself. It's the only law of the universe... that "unexplainable force" which protects us, and our happiness. Some might refer to it as "God". But, that's only one way to put it...Magic of Friendship - The Truth19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is undeniable... however, attempting to deny it will only hurt you. But do not fear, because accepting it will never hurt you, as expecting such a thing of you would be it denying itself. Your happiness always matters, no matter what.
SadnessRoses are redSadness20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Violets are violet,
Not fucking blue.
Anything is Everything "If there wasn't anything, there wouldn't be anything", my brother said to me.Anything is Everything 1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Such a deep thought for a young boy.
It sounds pretty simple, but it is very complicated.
You see...If there wasn't a brother, I wouldn't be sister.
Part of who I am is because of my brother.
When I felt weak, like I couldn't face something, he always shined the light on my strengths.
He helped me to see that I am a strong, smart, and courageous woman.
When I felt sad, he would say something hilarious and make me laugh.
He helped me to see sadness is a part of life, but you don't have to dwell on it.
When I did not want to face something, he held my hand.
He showed me that sometimes you need a united front.
We came from the same seed, but are unique...Each holds something special.
We complement each other...always have, always will.
Just like salt and pepper, each has their own unique taste,
but you always see them together...
Because that is how it is supposed to be.
Don't WorryLife is like a thick mistDon't Worry1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Focus on the present, focus on the now
Don’t worry about you’ve missed
Once you’re able to do this
You’ll leave yourself speechless
Rebuild connections with the people you’ve dissed
Don’t worry about if you’re hard or not
Be true to yourself, Be true to the heart
Or else later on, life will become a hard knot
Hard to untie
Live life to the fullest, Live life positive
Just give yourself some time
To be happy before you die
Don’t live a life of a lie
If you ever need to something to get off your chest
Don’t worry, its ok to cry
Release your emotions, and forget the rest
Colours of LifeYellow is now blackColours of Life1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Green is now grey
Color is no more
And this is how it will stay
Black spots the white that was once blue
Grey is covered in red
Red is from my own
It soaks into the earth that is now dead.
MaskI wear a mask upon my head;Mask1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It hides the emotions that I dread.
You see my smile, not my tears;
You share my joy, not my fears.
I fake a smile, hide my pain,
I wish to never feel again.
Upon my head I wear a mask;
In my head, I'm breaking fast...
R.I.PFrom day one,R.I.P1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
without knowing it,
I loved you with all my heart.
As I grew older I looked up to you and to no other.
Yes, we fought many of times but you supported,
and encouraged me in everything I did.
You were my best friend and my hero.
At night I miss the sound of your music,
I miss you climbing through the window when you were late.
I miss your comfort and the way you made me feel safe.
I miss our nonsense arguments and all our wrestling matches just to pass time.
I like to remember our times together good times and the bad.
I regret the times I yelled at you when you were only trying to help,
but you know I only did it because you did it to me.
I wanted to do everything you did,
because I wanted to JUST like you!
I miss your smile,
and I miss the way our room smelt of your cologne.
But most of all I miss your reassuring hugs and playful kisses.
I wish I could go back and t
The QuandaryYou're the person I like , but what am I to you?The Quandary1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want more than friendship- do you want this too?
Or am I just misreading this stuff?
Maybe, for you, being friends is enough.
Yet even when there are chairs that are free
I sit on you, or you sit on me
And when I got cold, you cuddled me tight
Pinched your drink by mistake and you said, “That's alright”
And then there was that night in Leam when we kissed-
But, I have to admit, we were both a tad pissed!
And if drunken kisses don't properly count,
Well, how else do I go about finding this out?
I can't just straight-up ask you- I wouldn't know how!
I'm not scared exactly, just full of self-doubt
'Cause my track record isn't exactly that great
Considering boys who I choose to date.
Cynicism now comes to me naturally,
And, it wouldn't be fair to ask you to fix me
To a battle-scarred moth, all that glows equals death
So why do I dream of your kiss, your caress?
You might be a diamond; you might be a flame
And I'm terrified I'll
blind / deaf (clarity)i thought you would've noticed a correlationblind / deaf (clarity)1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
guess not with the current state of this poor relation
-ship; got a lot to deal with, burnt out in your space station
of a mind, running dry on important things like patience
i can't find the meter to any of this rhyme
just as long as it makes sense in my mind
getting tired of these meta metaphors
sure, they sound like nothing, but behind closed doors
the picture's getting painted, the whole house and the floors
it echoes off the walls, you know it can't be ignored
it can't be ignored
blind and deaf we are; that's by choice, not by force
we block out all the bad because the good isn't worth
crumbling and kneeling, dropping down on all fours
my mind's made up, you know it can't be ignored
my disposition to this disassociation is thus
it's just a problem that i'll fix, i'm done being numb
you can't control me; you're less a plague, more a fuss
i've accepted all the trials of your petty, hopeless forum
Hero in AtticI don't care if you can hear meHero in Attic2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't care if you escape
I'm just another righteous fool
in blue PJs and a ruby cape
I don't care if you get better
I don't care if you get well
I've got gadgets on my belt
and a swishy red-breast sentinel
I don't care if you're immortal
You should try to be like me
Lurking silent on dark rooftops
Casting webs without mercy
I don't care if you're connected
You must struggle to be free
The Machine has always said so
so your life's a mystery
I don't care if you despise me
'cause my work is now complete
These brain bombs always surprise me
when they blow up in the street
Lost TimeYou were here just yesterday,Lost Time2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What happened to the days when we were all smiling together?
Now I'm just left in a pile of tears and memories.
The day has come and the moon stares down with its judging eyes.
The empty trudging pain won't go away.
When will I see you again.
The after life is so far away.
Although we never know when death may come and touch us.
My mind remains in the turmoil that is life,
Just sitting in a corner pondering about the time.
Time is wasted on such pettiness.
I wish I had of appreciated you while you still lived.
But death has touched your soul.
Now I can't tell you I'm sorry for the time we have lost.
The sky remains dark,
Although it is light outside.
My heart remains black,
The tears won't reside.
I miss you so much,
I hope you know that I love you.
Someday I'll see you again,
But for now I'll just believe that you're smiling down upon me.
I'm OKI feel my back slide down against the wall as the air in my throat hitches and leaves me in a long exhale. I slump to the floor and feel the red hot tears sting my face as they begin to pour from my eyes. My chest heaves quickly as my breathes begin to become ragged and fast, the edges of my vision begin to fade as I feel the attack taking over my senses. I close my eyes and attempt one last time to take an even breath before giving up, pulling my legs into my chest i rest my head on my knees and let the darkness take me. All the thoughts of my fears coming to life rush through my head I sob to myself and begin to shake as my chest heaves faster with every passing second. My grip with reality begins to slip as I start to black out due to the quickened breathing and rapid heart beat. A few seconds later and I feel the numbness consume me as I slump to the floor. After a few moments I slightly come back to reality before I realize how much time has passed, a knock at the door jolts me, II'm OK2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Phantom Love SyndromeYour skin felt softPhantom Love Syndrome2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yet light like bone
Your eyes were dim
Scent so cold
Those winter nights
I lay alone
The snowflakes fall
They die on stone
Only spoke ancient lies
Whilst hiding your joy
Whilst grouping thine eyes
The nights turned over, cold
In the likness of your heart
Loves healing, I suppose
But my arm's still scarred
Walk slowly away
Without you in time
Yet when the night's cold, I swear I still
Feel your hand holding mine.
What Makes A MotherWhat Makes a MotherWhat Makes A Mother2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is it a person who gave birth to you
Is it a woman who cleans after you
Is it a lady who makes food
or gives you a fucking roof
To live under
Is it a woman who washed your clothes
Or washes your dirty dishes
Is it a person who takes you to school,
NO. It’s none of that bullshit
A mother is someone who loves you
some that cares for you
Picks you up when you fall
Kisses your pains away
The person on the other side that kicks the ball
The one that won’t leave you a stray
A mother who will go across entire oceans just for you
A mother who will hug you in times of need
A mother that comes through
One who will always have open arms to you, no matter what you have done
Before I hurt againBefore I Hurt Again: By Wayne CeallaighBefore I hurt again2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Words are verbal actions,
Reactions to my own inequity
Reality, the causality of fully
Accepting that— I am a bully.
Why? I don’t know, it was something I was born with,
Or maybe I was too young to remember, some foggy myth
That hides the marks on my backside that calls out to my dark side,
I never knew the shock when it was new, I was too young they say.
My father would slap and shake me until it was a normal part of the day.
A way to deal with things, with hands heavy with rings of shame
Lame with the pain, too numb and dumb to realize it’s wrong,
So do I do it too.
An excuse? Maybe.
I don’t have the strength or length of arm of him
I swim through the thoughts of blame to pin
On me. What did I do?
This is why I must pass this pain onto you.
You see, this is eventuality, the scenery
Of the inevitable, the irreparable, the irreprehensible
Feelings reeling in my heart from the start to the end
This pain is sof