Paths We walk this worldPaths 4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Broken and alone.
Nowhere to go,
Or call a home.
We are merely puppets
Whose strings are torn,
There's no time
To stop and mourn.
So we keep moving forward,
Our heads hung low
With no destination
And no place to go.
Creating more twists
In our broken paths.
As If I Had a ChoiceBlack history month. February. I walk into my science class and get a stare and a fake grin. "It's your month," the boy says. But little does he know, it's not my month.As If I Had a Choice5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Everyone bashes on blacks, going back to slavery and whenever we were deprived of our rights. They say its unfortunate. As if I had a choice. As if WE had a choice.
I walk into the store, I overhear an elderly lady speaking with another. "It must be a shame," she says. Her words made my heart sink as she spoke about her son bringing his black girlfriend home to meet his parents. She thinks its unfortunate. As if she had a choice.
We don't get a chance to pick out our skin color out at birth. That's not our choice. That's God's choice. As if I had one. As if WE had one.
I hear everyday that our black skin color ties us into a category that makes us less than any other race. We are all accused of being ghetto, thieves, you name it. We are strange, or "dipped in the wrong color paint" if we speak with proper grammar and k
The Great Game Oh-yes, The Great GameThe Great Game 7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Oh-yes, The Great Game!
One of the most finest game in the world!
Gather around, run around.
Let play The Great Game!
Oh-yes, The Great Game
Oh-yes, The Great Game!
Everybody is a winner
And there's no such thing as a loser.
Let play The Great Game!
Oh-yes, The Great Game
Oh-yes, The Great Game!
Boys and Girls in many ages can play.
Let play The Great Game!
Let Play The Great Game Together!
Empty, Cold, and AloneEmpty, cold, and aloneEmpty, Cold, and Alone11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Without a word to reach me
And to bring me back
Back to what makes me
Back to what breaks me
Back to what takes me
Back to what hates me
Hates me with a burning
Passion, Obsession, Confession
Confessing what can't be spoken
Aloud to the blind
Trying to push it behind
Get away, run, climb
There's no way
No way out
I have no doubt
What it's about
I'm fragile. No
I have no Hope, so
I wake up. Go!
And start to fight.
Fight for what I want
Write so I don't get caught
Spite me, I'll give no thought.
Bite me 'cause your words are lost
On me, as you can see
I sit alone in my tree
Focusing only on me
And how I feel
Knowing it'll never be real
Reaching all out until
I don't know what to feel
How do I know?
What should I do
To get from this place to you
To you, where I'm free
Where you can embrace me
And I can hear you talk to me
Then I could talk back to you
And we can be two
Not one each; separated
But you with me and elated
You'd hug me, kiss, and cuddle
And I would see
Are You Listening?You sit up and pay attention,Are You Listening?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
and listen with a hearing ear,
you look with keen blood-shot eyes
and read with hungry sight,
you swallow up and soak in
every evil, vile, untruthful thing,
they tell you
Yet I sit here, day after day,
telling you until my voice fades,
that you're intelligent,
you mean the world to me,
and many more.
You're needed -- alive;
you're important -- to me,
and many more.
So why do you close the door?
To me -- and many more?
But my vocal affection
falls on deaf ears,
my written affection
is blotted out by tears,
my physical affection
doesn't ease your fears.
It would seem the value of a friend's kindness is nought;
the truthful, loving, meaningful things said are cut short.
The tormentor's words are like treasure to you,
you collect them, covet them, return to them,
nurture them and keep them from our knowledge --
hide them so we can't reveal them for their real worth.
I wish you would just listen to me,
look at me and trust
Love HimPromise me you'll be gentleLove Him2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
That when entering into this you'll come in slowly
When you outstretch your arms to hold him
You'll be careful
He is still my love after all
Promise me you'll be kind
To all that we have gone through together
Soulmate to soulmate
Promise me you'll stay away
From the things I hold dear about my love
Promise me you'll never eat at that one restaurant
Where he took me on our second date
Promise me you'll never ask for an engagement ring
Promise me you'll be content in your place
You are an outsider, coming in to a love like this
You decided you wanted to live him too
So, I've got a few things I want you to do
Promise me you'll love him like I do promise him you'll hold him when he's upset
If he cries, try not to make a big deal
Even though it is
Remember that he takes things personal
Try not to make him angry at himself
He'll hate himself for hurting you
Don't let him see when he's hurting you
Promise me you'll see him for what he is
And not what he pretends to
Too many nightsToo many nights of taking the same drug.. The drug of overthinking.. I think and think and think.. I think i’m going insane.. please help I need a doctor.. but not just any doctor.. I need you to diagnose me please doctor tell me what the hell is going on?! What do you mean you don’t you don’t fucking know!? Bloody Hell hand me the fucking gun! *Shoots myself in the temple* *Wakes up in the hospital* “am I dead?” What do you mean the gun didn’t kill me? You say i’m immortal… Oh god here comes another night.. another night… another night where I hear not a single word come out of you.. You say you love me face to face thinking that it fills me, but yet leave my messages on read.. what type of love is that? You say you’re immortal, but can’t even pick up the damn phone.. You say you must see me, but what happens when the time comes that you’ll never see me again? Will you still love me then, or will my messagesToo many nights2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The Worth of PainWhat are your worth's, what are your value's, is it your children, your money, is it your fame or the pleasure of sex, all are great but all come with one common feeling no one can shake, no matter how long it takes, PAIN is the factor the destruction of life in all, it make you humble or destroys our passion, the pain of a mother birth to a new life, to bring into the light and the loss of a child who never seen the light, from the millions you make to the night you gamble it away, for a fame of the light that's has you shining bright, a little dimness of the dark day will overcast your light, making that lime light pitch black, to the pleasure of sex the beating of hearts, with ecstasy at the touch, to the next morning your coughing blood and scared to get it checked, pain is life, pain is strife, a feeling born in the beginning and with us till death, humble your values and worth's, pain can only teach us to love ourselvesThe Worth of Pain2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Life EntriesOneLife Entries2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Today I felt like a ghost
Today I've been bullied
Today I felt alone
Today I couldn't stop crying
Five, six, seven, eight...
They kept adding on
Pharaoh HeightMy paradise ain't a pair of dicePharaoh Height2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I'm not the type to land on despair or nice
I'm the type to try to fly for my pharaoh height
I took the red pill twice, check my fahrenheit
I'm the one twice over nigga, so don't look down
Back to back, you Meek Mills better look now
No daps and pounds, you niggas ain't off the hook now
I'm off the ground, ain't no getting overlooked now
All I needed was someone to hold me down
Who would've thought that you would literally hold me down?
I used to constipate, now it's all coming out
Diarrhea flow, here you can hold this now
Cause you used to shit on me
Back when my worth was just a mystery
So I'ma make a masterpiece out of misery
And shit it all out bigger than the state of Missouri
I refuse to trade in my freedom for whips and chains
Fuck February, cause everyday is history
And those 400 years don't mean shit today
I'm not your nigger, your nigga or your friend
You see the blood of a slave but I've got the heart of a king
Allow myself to reintroduce mys
Motion RiseI rise to the occasion, the worth of my life, the freedom in my mind which speaks day and night, never have i felt alive reaching for the sky, the world is mines, as I watch the time escape, as the sunset to my morning sunrise, which opens my mind, it wakes my dreams the, passions I seek in writing this worlds beautiful dreams, this is I, the light, the warmth, the colors of hope shining in me, grasping the sky, I feel I have arrived I riseMotion Rise3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
LeafLeafLeaf3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
On the last autumn day
there ever where to be
a single leaf landed
on a still mirror pond
the leaf could go nowhere
for there where no wind
nor no time left
Ghosts of a dark past.I keep trying to pick up the pieces.Ghosts of a dark past.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
But I just end up cutting myself on the edges.
LeereIch sitze hier.Leere3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Mein Herz schlägt, doch fühle ich nur eine Leere.
Sie schmerzt mich.
Es ist wie Loch, in mitten meiner Brust.
Ein Loch das mich innerlich zerreißt, mich verschlingt.
Es nimmt mir Freude, Stolz und viele andere Gefühle und lässt mir nur die Liebe.
Doch ist diese nicht schön.
Sie schmerzt mich.
Sie verbrennt mich.
Sie verschlingt mich.
Sie nimmt meinen Geist ein und verhindert jedes Denken.
TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 12------------------------------------Anteriormente--------------------------------------------TnM-Amor Verdadero parte 123 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
J D y M: Listas
Fred habre la puerta y quedan impactadas por lo que ven
Jazz: Y que piensan hacer?
Fred: Solo esperen
En eso Thomas aparece con ropa diferente arriba del esenario con su guitarra azul.
Thomas: Marie antes que nada te debo confesar algo muy importante, en una cancion
Empieza a tocar la guitarra y comienza a cantar
Marie: Tommy...*con lagrimas enlos ojos*
Thomas: Marie *la toma de sus manos y la mira a los ojos* He intentado con indirectas decirte lo que siente mi corazon por ti. Y como veo no ha funcionado, espero que con esta cancion allas entendido que Te amo con todo mi corazon, y no quiero vivir sin ti, mi mundo se derrumbaria si no estas en el. Tengo la esperanza que tu sientas lo mismo por
Poster GirlShe wants to bePoster Girl3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A perfect being
A poster girl
For all to see
But in her eyes
She can see
She is not perfect
Her lips are to big
Her chin to broad
The list goes on
Making her think
She is to small
Yet she is a goddess
A queen of beauty
Brought out by her
But sadly enough
She will never see
That she is more
Than the girls
In her magazines
BullyYou think that you're funny.Bully3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You think that it's great to ruin peoples lives.
So what if they ran away crying?
At least you're popular now.
So what if they cut themselves?
At least you're happy.
So what if they commit suicide?
So what if their family mourns over their grave?
So what if you're the cause of their death?
At least you got a bloody good laugh out of it.
Surrounded by your so-called 'friends'.
People who only like you for being a bitch.
Do you think that they can help being short?
Do you think that beauty matters?
Do you think that they should die just because they disagree with you?
You like someone of the same sex? Go and die!
You have an opinion? Go and die!
You have respect for others? Go and die!
You like different things from me? Go and die!
That's the logic of a bully.
GoldDear… someone,Gold4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In no part of the world does there exist someone like you. Someone just perfectly and completely like you. Someone whose stride is just as long with confidence but short with remembrance of past terrors, whose voice seeps and drips with just as much liquid gold and just as much thoughtful thought and just as much pure, shining kindness….
I saw you one day dressed pretty. Your hair was tied back and laid gently over your shoulders, arms covered (as always) with long, thin sleeves, eyes framed by black ink fading into your skin…. “Pretty” is an understatement. I watched in awe as you walked across the room, heels clicking on floor before toes, then I saw something. Underneath the crisscross fabric covering your legs with a thin layer of ash, dark marks weighted with thickness
peacepeacepeace4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
over the grey city
as they had always been
CautionHold your heart safe and closeCaution4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
because one day it'll go after
what it wants most -
Ready to give itself away,
to serve another
for the rest of its days.
And should it be wrong,
drowning in mistakes,
it's hard to be strong
when you've handed a liar your strength.
HaterThose deep dark eyes,Hater4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
that burning shell,
of a hater.
Those fake long urges,
that fall asunder,
only a hollow toy,
for a sinner.
Caressing a loathing,
a cackling thunder,
what's it to you,
as you falter?
Masked by a fault,
shaping a blunder,
a reckless ploy,
to be a winner.
an array of lies,
a trivial risk,
insulting and vain.
Words of fatigue,
grotesque and lucid,
of all the things you could be,
why a hater; a lonesome being?
Vent“Be yourself” you saidVent4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
In a voice that hit me direct
But how can you say that
While you shun my interests?
“Don’t bottle your feelings up”
You say to “help”
But you’ve never ever listened
So I instead just shut up.
“I’ll always love you” you cooed
Stroking my tears away
But then you spoil him
And yell at me the next day.
You nod your head quietly
In reply to my fandom-centric ideas
But did you know that it feels like
You’re telling me you don’t care?
“You deserve better…” you choked
Sobbing besides my bed
Are you sure that it’s not you
Who deserved the right of rest?
I’m probably mental
Or so I tell myself
As I look in the mirror
With bottles of emotions on my shelf
You probably cry over me
But why do I deserve that?
You deserve a sweeter girl
Not a lazy little brat
I doubt anyone cares
I don’t think I even do
Who cares about the girl
With her pessimistic attitude?
Loneliness: The void inside you. Have you ever felt so… alone?Loneliness: The void inside you.4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Not alone as in you don't have anyone to talk to, but alone as in empty and forgotten? You feel numb, and hollow, like nothing matters anymore. Like a bone-chilling sort of emptiness has a hold on you. It's icy fingers laced around your very being, consuming you till there's nothing left...
You could just lay there for hours, staring at nothing but it hurts so much. The feeling of true loneliness is sickening, in both your head and your stomach. Your mind starts to wonder, your chest constricts, and the tears start to run down your face before you know what's happening... You don't even know why your crying... You just are, because you feel like It's all you can do.
Before you know it, everything just stops. The tears dry up the sobs quieten down and subside, and you are left with nothing but a dull ache in your entire body.... And you just stare at the wall, contemplating what your existence truly means, and you come to the conclusion that