Book Chapters 2-3NickBook Chapters 2-34 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I sat in the corner of my room. Well, it’s more of an attic.
“Nick! Get down here!” My dad yelled from the kitchen.
I ran down the stairs and felt a sharp pain in my chest as I staggered backwards and fell.
“Ha! Nick you're so clumsy! You ran right into my fist!” my older brother Ben laughed hysterically as I struggled to get up.
“Leave him alone Ben!” my little sister Emma squealed at Ben.
Ben shrugged at Emma and smirked at me. Ugh, so immature.
“You okay Nick?” Emma helped me up and I ruffled her dark blonde hair.
“Yeah, thanks sis.”I bent down and kissed her forehead.
“No problem just don’t expect me to save you all the time!” Emma joked hugging me.
“Nick! Emma! Get over here or you get nothing!” my dad yelled from the other room.
We ran to the door but Ben slammed it shut, right in our faces.
"Now what?" Tears
BezradnyPatrzysz na mnieBezradny1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I ogrom mojej małości.
Smutek wzbiera w oczach,
Analogicznie naszych wspólnych.
Nowy szlak. Nowy trakt.
Czemu tyle bólu znasz?
Ile jeszcze będzie go?
Enigmatyczna losu twarz
Bezradnie pyta. "Co...?"
Ignoruje ciągle nas.
Empatia nie interesuje mnie.
Agonii w nim nie było.
Mam prośbę do Wszechświata...
Welcome to WinterAs I face the white face, the ground morphs and sky breaks. These harsh winds i can't take, as clouds cry in outrage, this outbreak is the last state as ice stakes both valley and lake. The time has come for us to face it. A dreamer is the only one who can escape it, as boots bash, winds clash, the skies crash, and natures blade takes a slash at our reality, no sympathy. However this is also a time of peace, the mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers from here and yonder finally reach a valid vacation away from work, their daily stay. How we've developed joy in life's harsh ways i may never understand, But that doesn't make it any less grand, The skies will return on the following of time, but for now we must survive with life as is. Welcome, to Winter.Welcome to Winter5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
The StorytellerI know I'm not worthless, I still got some fight left.The Storyteller5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I'm afraid I might be losing, I'm getting sick of choosing,
between the ones I love and the ones I love more.
Do you notice how I'm hurting? as I write another story?
While I'm hiding in my music and spend my time musing.
I believe if I can't be weeping when I'm always sleeping.
Shadows whisper, sweet nothings tempting me with the dark.
No I won't go gently into the night,
I'll keep on fighting while the light dies!
Hearing a name feels like a bullet tearing through my chest
and I seem to have fallen apart again.
I will call out if i start to go numb, scream out if I'm falling
and bleed out while I'm breaking.