No Title Here 4 : ?"Social media is the Second Coming of Hitler."No Title Here 4 : ?3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sunshine GirlThe darkness has come rolling inSunshine Girl4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the flowers died, the world is flooded.
And once a happy world today
has become a shade of grey.
Working to force the colors in
but they all just bleed right out.
The sunshine girl is taken over
by the demon coming out.
I am stalking my next prey.
The world's taken over by harsh words
and love is lost by all.
How dare you say the things you do
and leave people feeling blue.
The anger's taking over me
but unlike you I've learned respect.
So I will keep this to myself
and let fate decide what's next.
And I will bring back the sunshine girl
who dries up all the rain.
Her bright colors will learn to rule the world
and away the pain.
And the empty words will melt away.
not anymoreArrogant giirl,not anymore1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
love yourself because no one else wiill.
there all better off wiithout you.
don't forget iit.
diid'nt you care about someone once?
diid'nt you hurt them?
diid'nt they hurt you?
your alone now.
you can’t forgiiive.
you can’t forget.
you can’t hold on.
you can’t let go.
what do you have left?
everythiing ii2 2o clo2e
but iit'2 all out of reach.
iit2 for from you now.
2o love your2elf,
Becau2e you know they won’t.
Green ExplanationsToday and tomorrowGreen Explanations9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
are the reflections of the past
I'm trying to pass.
Using hand picked quality grass,
I wear my emotional-proof vest
and breath on thick gas.
From low to middle,
to the Super upper class,
I mastered the art
of turning the system HIGH
up in the SKY.
So I let it rain in my brain,
to wash away all the insane
memories, and relief the pain,
Coughing bad flashbacks
written with hot volcano ashes
coming from a true life chain.
Saw things you never heard of,
Forgot things you never thought of,
Too many nights came complaining!
Complaining of low salary!
Complaining I don't pay enough sleep!!
Tried to count
but the flood took Shaun and all the sheep!
So I smoke, smoke and I Smoke,
Putting more and more clouds,
into that doom under my crown!
Like a Blue Moon,
My shift ends at dawn!
Too many nights busy on doing Nothing
and I still turn off my phone!
Too many nights online
Laughing Out Load like Ha Ha!
Met many examples:
silly, sexy, smart, mad
even weird ones like GaGa!
turncoatJag.turncoat5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Vem är jag?
Jag är stark, jag är svag
tydlig eller vag –
välj efter behag!
Jag kan vara allt och lite till – vill
du sitta still
här ett tag,
en liten stund
och låta mig vara din hund?
Jag kan vara djup eller grund
distanserad eller grön av avund,
det spelar ingen roll vad jag får för roll
bara ni håller koll åt mitt håll
bara ni ser
på mig och ler
bara ni tycker om den som kom,
den jag blev.
säger att min jaguppfattning är skev,
kallar mig identitetsdiffunderad
men jag är bara djupt koncentrerad
på att vara allting alltid –
inför varje individ.
Jag söker sinnesfrid
och fulländning med användning
av andras preferenser som referenser,
letar influenser, ingredienser
till en jag-kaka alla vill smaka!
Men vissa fortsätter att haka
upp sig på att min identitet
bär brist på autenticitet
som om jag in
Things I Learned in School1 How to force myself awakeThings I Learned in School3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No matter how many alarms I have to make
Or espresso shots I have to take
I can scrape my body of the bed-sheets like bittersweet icing off cake
2 I learned about deceit
To a point where my teeth will always appear clean
Because they've been stained by 1,000 white lies
I've got so many skeletons,
I had to start storing them in the grave yards under my eyes
3 I learned to trade my breakfast for perfect attendance
4 Grades weren't meant to measure intelligence, or creativity,
But blind obedience,
And our willingness to chase something that may not exist when we reach it,
But you teach it
Like it's the only way to not be a failure
5 Education is about regurgitation.
We're a nation using the same motivations
We use to train dogs to roll over
The way Mr. Pedlar must do in his grave when he sees us now.
6 Respect. Every. Teacher.
They are not at fault for the system
Cherish them li
Dancing ShoesGotta clean my sneakers.Dancing Shoes11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They're all I've ever owned.
They're not the hand-me-downs
that my brothers have outgrown.
Stowed beneath my bed
in the box that brought 'em home.
I only bring 'em out
when I gotta hit that zone.
Strappin' on my J's
with that clean white lace.
They cushion all my woes
'cause that sole knows my soul.
These are not just shoes.
These are my angel wings.
They shutout the world,
and let me live within my dreams.
Even when when I'm beaten,
battered, broken boned,
Gotta clean my sneakers.
They're all I've ever owned.
Fazbear PoemFazbear Poem1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chica is yellow
Foxy is red
Bonnie is purple
Brown is Fred
Fredbear is gold
and to us everyone said
"Why do you work here?!"
Why? Cause we're all sick in the head
-Night guards of Fazbear pizza
No longer afraidI'm no longer afraid to walk the narrow path ahead,No longer afraid8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every footstep guided by the one who said,
"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full",
So into the dark unknown I go,
Never sure of the terrain around me,
Always blinking, and seeing it change in an instant,
Yet I've built my house on the rock; God firmly grounds me,
So I've stood strong against every storm that life has sent,
Walking the path into the unknown,
Working through thorns that other people have sown,
Yet still not afraid to be open,
Vulnerability is a characteristic that through God has grown,
Never afraid to admit that I'm scared,
Scared when life becomes a nightmare,
Never afraid to be a man,
One who refuses to move his house to the sand.
Within meAt each passing day the same question invades my mindWithin me1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who am I, what am I trying to find?
Is my lonesome self the darkness I unknowingly seek
Or is that just what I believe when the light becomes bleak
I feel the cold freeze me, inside to out
I wanna scream, but don't know what about.
Maybe this loneliness, I've longed to return to me
And it's happiness I've been trying to flee
'Cause I know my coldest nights are from within
Within my heart, within my soul.. Still I am frostbitten
I long to escape this forsaken place
I will one day, one day.. Without a trace.
Many of Dark PlacesI'm feeling lost.Many of Dark Places5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On a dark path with no direction
And the further I look
I realize the shadow from my possessions
I'm so lost in the dark woods and awful thoughts,
Feels like a cyclone,
That I don't own,
I'm still blown,
But all I can do is reflect on the battle I've fought
Like a receipt,
It's everything I've paid for
What I've given up
And I still am
And what I'm in store for?
I'm in the woods
Illuminated by the Moonlight
But even that didn't break through
I need it to;
I need light!
I'm really nervous
I've forgot who I am
And it seems I'm my own enemy
When I can't even stand
I'm on the ground crawling,
Wading through all the soil,
While all I feel like is oil,
But it's like I never stop brawling
Some hit and some miss
But the funniest thing
Is no one even sees this.
Out of TuneOut of tuneOut of Tune1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So much so that I’ve been many faces
That all blend together in a mush by now
I’ve been many places, but only to the ones on the bad side of town
I’ve been to the basement, but only in yours
I’ve been left in amazement, but that’s another story
Take me to my replacement, bound to outdo my gory existence in every aspect
In all its glory
I promise I’ll go quietly as he takes my place
He can take it! He can have it! I don’t want it anymore
Hands on my head, then behind my back.
These cuffs are a little tight. Easy on the noggin.
I’m still sore from the last time I slipped while climbing the stairs
Because I’ve been too out of tune
Too in sync with the music to pay attention to musical chairs
Tuning myself out until I’m a looney tune in a world full of noisy solid suits yelling
At each other and at me in the midst of me tuning them out until they’re all just the static they embody
Knocking on my door, telling me
A Thousand YearsA Thousand Years, i've waited a thousand years for you,A Thousand Years11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you never came, and when you did,
i was already gone,
i was always looking out these cold and dead wall's,
you never came,
when war broke out,
you never showed,
when i turned you never came by my side,
now i'm too far gone to remember you,
i have out grown my feeling's outgrown these dead wall's,
i have out grown my feeling's for you,
a thousand years too late,
my heart is a thousand time's dead,
a thousand tire's i cried mean nothing now,
i don't need you now,
the only thing i need now,
PatrickRoses are bluePatrick5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Violets are red
I need to go to the bathroom
Liek rrly I has diarea
His Presence...His Presence...5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I felt and felt and have forgot, forgot.
Only a bare tremble remains in my hand, a balance out of footing.
Living basalt ballast veined with my blood and a ship built with my rivets
A splash displaced of rainbows splendour o'er clouds
and rainy days. A hoard of plenty,
golden swans congregating o'er cool water and urban dias
both tangible and imaginary.
Ephemera, riches, Pokemon cards, art flyers, hipsters swag
over which my head would splosh its contents, hot
or cold and overflow and run down my face
like hot wax.Illegal substances, people, dreams and nightmares
Questions without answers and rules without words.
Somewhere imagination is King, I naively think.
Forces of NatureLike lightning in a bottle,Forces of Nature1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We clash and collide.
Like the tides of the sea,
We are too occupied
With the turmoil these waters provide.
Blue-white heat traverses between us.
Our charge in the air, no less than beauteous,
Showing us, our hearts are dangerous.
We write our own story, but really,
We are little more than plagiarists.
The tale is old as time,
The attempt to thaw a stoic heart.
Forced to become ones own malefactor,
Destroying ramparts meant to keep us apart.
And as we crash back down to Earth,
Becoming more than we were;
Fusing us, our dichotomousness severed,
We become new again...
Artistry makes us tragediennes,
Role playing for Fate's penmen.
© Phoenix Poetry 2014
140 Characters or LessI spilled my heart out and meant it all.140 Characters or Less4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You said noting and watched me fall.
Alone again, its what I do.
losing sight, and losing you
LifeI try to live my life and be a decent human beingLife1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
make money honestly, and scrape by with my frugal means
but every day more shady thoughts start to consume my dreams
and truthfully, I know that I've been caught up in some stupid things.
The parents I don't have, the woman I'm in love with.
The friends I smile for, the drugs and their consumption.
the bread I need to earn to eat, the debt I've learned to keep,
the knowledge that my sob story ain't shit when looked at earnestly.
And all the rest I'm hiding, the lessons that I've bled
everything's steady rising, the pressure never ends
we're taught to never advertise it, or be lesser men
just dull the pain with ethanol and some acetaminophen.
But fuck that sentiment, I'm here to preach with rhyme
and tell you that sometimes I'm broken and I loose my mind,
but hold out hoping without knowing if I will survive
and if you've never felt that way, you've never truly been alive!
RememberingUseful trinket hits the ground,Remembering17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all its parts strewn all around.
Broken, lost and forgotten.
Used until there's no use left,
now of sentiment, bereft.
Once valued now called rotten.
Useless junk collecting dust,
insides out begin to rust.
Hope and pride both downtrodden.
Usurped intent reforging,
in the fire of new meaning.
Remembering what was then.
SALEMBAISMEI can see people gambling with their hope, it's all or nothing, it's never theirs at the first place anyway.. or at lease that's what they think.SALEMBAISME5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can see people sucking the life out of their own body, loosing it bit by bit, not as whole as they were.
Are they still people? The transformation is clear, the beasts is starting to rise. The animal is stronger in this hell hole.
If waitting kills, then i could be a serial killer creating a perfect crime.
The wind is strong, so strong it carries away half my soul. But a soul is just a soul and i'm still the soulless ass hole that i use to be.
Dont't let anything change you, not even this hell hole
fiightIit ju2t wont leave me alonefiight1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ii ju2t cant get away from me
Ii ju2t cant run anymore
Ii cant keep goiing
The thiing about alway2 runniing
Ii2 you reach a poiint where you cant run any farther
A point where your leg2 ju2t cave out from under you
And you ju2t fall
You cant get back up
You cant even breathe
Iit2 the moment when you realiize
You’ll diie fiightiing
Untiill you can fiight no more.
The last conversation- I have to go and see your grandmotherThe last conversation9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
- Yes mom, but you just came back from Africa
- I know son, but this time she's seriously ill
So I took her to the airport
- Please mom forgive me
I said while she was looking for her passport
- And kiss grandma from me
She looked at me and smiled
I kissed her forehead
then she flew...
to Africa where she died
where my grandma is still alive
The moral of the story
you'll never know
when you gonna see your mother last
so treat her like a queen while you can