About Nothingchilling, reeling fishAbout Nothing19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
lines on a boat, a float
on sofas, don't go
overboard now. Waters
crystal clear, see the
bottom there, fishes with faces
talking about the swimming life.
Champagne glasses, take a sip
dip into the water, take more
clang clang, ice
nice, spring breeze
cradled clouds drifting,
endless pink cotton candies.
Take a hit, don't care
we all here, relax,
The Man DownstairsWe see what we want to seeThe Man Downstairs6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We deceive what we want to deceive
However is it ever the same?
This long and unending game
Of our own hearts and our own minds
Traveling along till the end of time
If you find find the end of time that is
Just knowing that you'll never win
Unless you make a sacrifice too much to bear
To give your mind to the man downstairs
For he pulls the strings on your heart
In order to get what he wants
And on on this game will go through
Until he gets you
Great lossUrgh...,where is it?Great loss6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where it is I said!?!
Someone explain me or I will get sad...,
Those peskcy things,
They allway get lost,
I always found it annoys me the most!
Why do they have to make them so small?
The lightweight design comes with great toll,
I do not find it amusing at all!
USB sticks-convenient frustration.
I'm getting so tired with all those loose tricks...,
It will make me go back to use floppy disks.
The grief from this loss is thicker than greace,
It is so great there'll never be peace.
As the heart moans over lost keys...,
When you loose your keys-you know things are bad!
Problems like that should be solved fast,
Otherwise things will get bad!
This tragic loss bound to cast fuss.
One that is classic and allways top class...,
The one where you loose you buss pass.
All left is the hope that there is spare cash!
But then it kicks in like fingers in socket...,
Turns out it was in a different pocket!
I can no longer accept this frustration,
My mind is flash-floded with hesita
I have Writer's BlockI don't ramble like I used tooI have Writer's Block7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like I use too be so wordy
like I couldn't shut up-
some things don't change
with myself here-
my mind's gone shallow
soften by the blows
of the ocean's ebbs and flows
I don't know what that means
but I said it
I've been writing shallow speaks
like it means something
like there was some intended purpose
in all the words I ever bothered to do anything with
but there isn't
all I can talk about is the
drama of the day
and I stop to reflect
here, in my mouth
the words are buzzin' about
bees in a hive somebody taped over the entrance
more of the temporary solutions
to the permanent problems we face on a daily basis
how surprised I am
by the amount of people who bit into bull crap
exclaiming praises of "how exquisite!"
the fine course of lies was
that they ate up-
silver spoon feed by the trust fund antibodies
flying fast in red capes
to fight off poverty like the diseased rats
P.T.S.D"You cannot change what you refuse to confront"P.T.S.D17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One week after the fourth of July torment arrived... now I don't normally cry but this story of mine sits sorely inside..
I took a week, I took a month, shit! I took till it manifested almost becoming anorexic and defected feelin' sorry in life
'fore I could speak about this journey I ride.. every morning arrives and mourning arises, I got shotgun in this foreigning mind..
I couldn't sleep and would vomit in fights, I wouldn't breathe, I wouldn't eat cos I couldn't dream and hear horrors at night..
quick jolts of reaction out of impulsive attacks in defense in madness was like cries for help inside a cell I was forced in to die..
when it triggers, the world goes blank..I black out and see their murder inked then I pull a mask down thwarting demise..
I'd scratch till tissue exposed - sitting alone - as it seemed I was sipping through holes just to breathe - gripping a bowl -
fingers of souls're a sword in my side, a grip on my bones, cripp
28.revenge28.revenge28.revenge18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why would you defeat me?
My plan was going well
until you defeat me
and take back my
lovely future wife
I hate you so much
GET MY REVENGE!
MuffinsThe taste is more important than the look...Muffins21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No fuck that it's the thought that counts,
That brought me to your doorstep
With disfigured chocolate muffins
And a card with the word "delicious"
It's cold tonight
The kind of cold where the wind seems to twirl itself around you
and steal your breath like possessed cyran wrap or something
The door mat is illegible, it's too dark
Beside the door there's a pot without a plant in it
the pot says "happiness"
And it sticks out to me that I could read that
and not the door mat.
and I thought about what I was going to say
While I rang the doorbell
I didn't hear the chime, but watched the little light disappear beneath my thumb and listened to a dog bark inside.
a pitbull: Big baby.
I wondered if the big baby knows what death is
Because fucking hell we humans don't.
We don't know anything, is there even something to know?
People just die and that's it? Maybe dogs accept it better.
or maybe she's b
Nada¿Dónde, si no en esta perpetua soledad,Nada23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
podría brillar algo con fuerza en mí?
Para con mi lazo a estas entrañas negras
apareces tú, mirando a una nada sin fin.
Si yo no dudase de mi verbo y mi verborrea,
vería más prismado este brebaje de vida,
pues no siendo yo, mas la sombra que yo era,
me marchito poco a poco, queriendo mi "quería".
¡Quién fuese honesto y puro como perro!
Verdades digo, pero a mí, pocas y feas,
aquí mi rostro impuro, horrendo, como me veo.
Si solo los demonios mi vida plañeran,
si me hiciese la luz llegar su dulce eco,
podría ser yo, despierto en vida nueva.
Aunque azufre en solitario surca este cuerpo
ya que puedo sentir mi rabia y tiemblo la lujuria.
¡Ah, suciedad, ya carcomes estos adentros!
Ojalá te retase, ojalá me abrave algún día.
¡Quién pudiese estar solo y acompañado hoy,
quién creyese en mi don, quién fuese alegría,
Snow and DreamsThe blackness of night crawls inSnow and Dreams1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the cold air wraps its fingers
Around the walls, beneath shingles and branches
And strangles the slowing water pipes
With those blue fingers
Which tap rhythms on frosted windowpanes
While I'm waiting for the blankets of snowfall
To spread out quietly over the lawns of the world
And its streets as I sleep and then wake
Just to think of that which will never be