Racing ThoughtsCall me a sad dudeRacing Thoughts8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I agree with you
but look at what them grades say
even though I hate school
cause I see a bunch of faces
and I think I don't belong
on the verge of anxiety attacks
till I finally get home
shaking like I'm twerking
I'm often called an ass
ex be on my mind
till I realize that's the past
stupid thoughts like dumb hoes
keep it fresh like Mentos
and stay on top of this
that's always been my motto
To RememberTo RememberTo Remember16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by Joseph E. Gadzinski
I remember walking along the beach
as cool sands filtered through my toes.
Seagulls cheering a new born day
as the foam of the waves ebbed to and fro.
I remember being massaged peacefully, but yet overwhelmed
by the strength of the waters roll from another distant shore.
As the sun grew stronger its hues changed in the kaleidoscope of its nature
my soul felt lifted as to soar into the total admiration of this day.
I remember the feeling of being one, not being detached
as being surrounded in a compassionate embrace.
then 'mazed over the vast canopy of the sky touching all horizons
as I yelled in loudest exclamation of how small I really was; . . .
And then I realized that I was still enveloped in the nurture of this day
as I sat on the damp sands to think, ...
to reflect within myself, ...
Growing UpAt age 6,Growing Up2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was young and oblivious
Oblivious of this harsh society
I dreamt of weddings and houses
I tied my hair into pigtails
and wore dresses
that weren't "skimpy" or "slutty"
and I had the biggest smile that everyone saw.
At age 10,
I was hopeful and brainwashed
Hopeful to achieve beauty,
yet brainwashed by society's definition of it.
I dreamt of pleasing boys and
being as beautiful as other girls.
I fixed my hair with bows and hairspray
I wore lip gloss that cracked my lips and
cracked my inner image.
All I craved was the beauty of my outer image.
At age 15, I was depressed and forceful with myself,
depressed with my imperfections
and forceful on how I attacked them.
I've been called disgusting
I forced my body to be beautiful.
I fell in love with boys who saw my attempt at being beautiful
but could never see the imperfections
that lingered beneath my skin.
I constantly cut open my skin,
endlessly searching for perfection.
I wore heavy makeup to conceal my
internal dialogueWhy are you cryinginternal dialogue2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't know
There are the tears
I didn't see them
You should have felt them
You can't move on
Are you... still in love
With a dead person
Because you still love her
I don't know
Not if I don't love her
Come on life is waiting
Death is already here
Stop being negative
I can't Dani
Yes you can
Stop being so difficult
She looks nice
Stop burning bridges
Don't want to
Can't Dani can't
UntitledYay my first story/poem! This took me a surprisingly short period of time but I hope you will enjoy it none the less.Untitled11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every Living being on this earth has its own path. Some longer, some shorter. There is no telling what you might find on your journey and what things you may see, but in the end we all meet at the same destination. The fall. Is it fate that leads us to the end of the road, having already set the future for us? Or do our own decisions we make along the road decide which turn we take on our path and who we meet and the places we pass? We might never know. All we are certain of is that instead of wondering of what will become of us or what controls the course of our life, is that we should take the time that has been given to us and enjoy it to our fullest capabilities. Find the one you love and hope that he will love you back no matter how close to the end of your
THE ROAD OF UNDERSTANDINGUnderstand but on the other handTHE ROAD OF UNDERSTANDING3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Give a statement to comprehend
Some sort of question to make a plan
because without a statement
How is anyone meant to understand?
One can go thru the world
yet only seeing dim beams
Flashes of lights in the mid of night
The watchtower of Truth
hiding under a haze of fog
Deep enough to bog down
The saddest soul in any town
Yes without any question
No one can start to comprehend
Whether it be woman or man
One must be given a statement to comprehend
Then the road to understanding can begin.
ReleaseYour are hands aglow with what she asked?Release6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Adressed the acused, "take off your mask".
And what was tightly packed away from the walls,
the threads laborisosly compact in spools,
began to slowly losen, just.
Until an all-mighty tsunami rushed.
And with no time to retreat,
the waves came crashing at her feet,
He wipped his mouth and turned away,
like a child bored of play.
He sat exausted from the toil.
Polluted sea now full of oil.
UntitledHe says he's not looking for loveUntitled10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He doesn't see that he's teasing
He says his love is true
He doesn't see what he's doing to his friend
He says he'll be there always
He doesn't come when needed most
He says he loves me
He doesn't see that I don't see it
They say these things
They don't see that they say it to us all
He treated me so well before
She says through tears, post prom night
He said I was beautiful before
She sneers as she makes another mark, She's pregnant and showing
He always did lie
She proclaims throwing the blade aside
She rises from the floor
A phenix from ashes
She's a Goddess
She needs no one
The gun goes off
The note she leaves, blood.