boys will be boysi was thirteen when my healthboys will be boys3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
teacher shrugged and said: "it
happens" in regards to rape.
he was a gym coach with a coffee
mug that read "world's best dad."
they gave me the one-in-three
statistic on a business card
during the half hour we talked about
sexual assault in class.
that number has become a top-heavy
fraction, though not top-heavy
the way boys like to hear of.
and i have learned that absolutely
no man will bend at the knees,
fold the way i have been told
to fold - for i have a flower
between my legs, and he has a snake.
i was taught to be lusted after
for my innocence, only to be tattooed
as guilty by a trial of my peers
in my high school lunch room.
my heart howls at the moon of knowing
i've had my phone number removed from
the contacts of those who loved me
before they dared to remove my rapist's.
the world may forever know me as impure
without looking at the hands of the boy
who touched me, without realizing that
they have dirt caked on their glasses.
and my war cries can
Static After the Heart-Song--C.Radio static,Static After the Heart-Song--C.1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there are bats in your beats
through screaming speakers
silently. It's hard,
to break yourself free
from head dance, from blood
itself. Sing a dance. Tune the mouth.
I watched words dangle off the vacant lips
of you, post-heart. Finish language now
or hold your pause forever.
a solo of wings across fluted wind
and you crescendo,
muffling the mechanical whir
of whizzing, wheezing white noise.
This plague's a symphony.
Bite love off Adam's stalk.
Our words died so long ago
black doves punctured holes into our trachea
and called it flute. It's noise in the past,
It's resonating with another's tongue at the start
I listen with ears,
with cracked shells making
the sound of whales wounded
as they tell the gospel
so quietly. Welcome to Envy Beach.
Take your drum sticks
and hit the golden oldies road, doll--
the milk you knocked back at dinner
left phlegm congealing the wou
Lying in the DirtWho cares bout this soul bout this lifeLying in the Dirt12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Scoundrels knife this life in a strife
minutes might dim this light witness
as im finished carrying weight on my shoulders
the wait with these boulders
dont fold over me giving you the cold shoulder
i'm just an iceberg due to sink things titanic
Eyes planted decide or be stranded
rides wont be handed if I manned through the struggle on this planet
hop on the grind or props to the blind
Dont stop at the sign of failure
fame comes with time so im here rockin taylors till I get major paper
Livin life on benches, Juan chases relentless
bleeding his soul out slowly
coverin his hemorrage
Spittin rapid fire equipped with sick extensions
with peace we can live to mention seconds
Where we love all men and women
But this life's destined to be full of depression
ya'd reckon a young adolescent would
have fond memories
I just learned lessons, where im heading isnt something promised in this world
even my brethren know
MusketsI'm the one they testin, I'm destined to draw my weapon check it,Muskets3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I ain't forgettin recommended exes on my checklist
Who tried to ride me like a Lexus
women mentioned from my setting
Descended from heaven, reminiscing on leggings
I'm expectin letter extensions when the wallets gettin pregnant
The curse we live through, not just me my dawgs, no Shitzus though we sinful
We skillful at production
Somethin since unproductive motherfuckas are flooding in, its disgustin'
his discussion and fussin' hits you hard, no concussion
Then mom comes cussin in conjunction with assumptions
Eruptin and frontin like there's no pumped up
Musket at the door, leave me crumpin' If I breathe expulsion
Easy bread and more from couplets but fuck it
Rather do this then be whipped and start from nothing
Playing Pretendim tired of tryingPlaying Pretend2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and playing pretend
Going through the motions
just waiting for the end
Everyday is a struggle
I laugh and i smile
but playing pretend is only fun
once in a while
I work and i sleep
not much else
and im just to scared
to reach out for help.
No shoulder to cry on
no one to give advice
they all have their own problems,
what gives me the right?
PainA malignant impulse scares my oversensitivityPain4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Inner tissue contorts and shivers
My palm is an ineffective tourniquet
As I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling
"It hurts it hurts it hurts!"
Is all that my mind knows,
I toss around and gasp so crossed
When smouldering wires
Form a highway through my muscles
Spreading overheated pain in my spine
And my skin makes me claustrophobic.
Throbbing fingers and nails search about
Scraping furniture and bed
I look left, I look right,
Nothing else here
But spasms and hurt
What should I do?Remember or forget,What should I do?1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To live or to die,
To keep it or end it,
To hide it or cry,
To close your eyes,
Or watch in despair,
To be strong for a start,
Or simply be scared,
To shut out the world,
Or let them one by one,
To eclipse with the moon,
Or to set like the sun,
To experience or not,
To do what you shan't,
To defy words of others',
When they say that I can't,
To talk to others,
Or stay silent a while more,
To keep your heart shut,
Or to open the door,
To be happy or sad,
To be scolded or scold,
To soar or crash,
To be plain or be bold,
To be reckless or calm,
To forbid or allow,
To hide your personality,
Or scream it aloud,
But when the time comes,
When you ask what to do,
Let no one write your future,
That decision's up to you.
DemonsHave you ever hadDemons15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Such a burning sadness inside you
That it ate away at your soul
Made you raw
From the inside out
Until your eyes cried blood
Instead of tears
Has there even been
Such a sickening madness inside of you
That you wanted to rip
Your heart out
With your own bare hands
And squeeze the evil from pumping
Into your veins
Have you ever had
Such a passionate desire
To stab the life out
Of what's making you crazy
To destroy all the demons
You carry on your shoulders
But what happens when you realize
That there will be nothing left of you?
Will you stop
Or continue to fight
Until you destroy every last one
TempusTo time our world flowsTempus2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In rhythm, our clocks know
Many run not realizing now doubt
Everything will run with or without
265. bridgesbuild bridges all you want265. bridges5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
people must actually want to cross them
super self-absorbed societal habits
wash over mirrors of self-loathing
in our cameras and our faces
truth is spelt out
FireI'm looking into fire.Fire6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And that's what I desire.
Looking at the red flame.
You may say it's lame.
Listening to the low hiss.
That's what I'm gonna miss.
Warming in it's hot touch.
Maybe a little too much.
I can see.
But what? Maybe it's me.
Am I crazy?
Everything seems hazy.
I can see only the flame.
Nothing's now the same.
While I'm sane.
Everyone thinks of me as pyromaniac.
But I just love the flame.
And you CAN'T say around me that it's lame.
ScaredScared.Scared1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I didn't know how to put it into words.
to lose everything we had worked so hard to get.
you wouldn't believe me.
you would hate me.
you would leave.
to be nothing again.
to feel the pain.
to see the pain in your eyes.
not knowing how you would take it.
I was just so afraid!
So afraid that you would be there one second,
gone the next.
So many times I wanted to tell you,
so many times I failed.
There will never be good reasoning as to why,
other than I was scared.
I wish it was different,
I wish it would have been easier.
There is nothing I can do,
to change what I have done.
There is no excuse,
for the way I went about things.
I was simply SCARED.
Your eyesLooking into your eyes.Your eyes6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can lose in them.
I can see stars in them.
I can see the moon.
I can see the sun.
But I can see my own death too.
My pains and yours too.
I can see my fears and yours as well.
I can see everything.
Looking into your eyes.
Beatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December PreviewBeatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December Preview2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beatbox’s Rap Corner
Holiday Edition/December Preview
Hey, what’s up, y’all? It’s your boy, Beatbox here. Now, y’all thought my series was probably cancelled, am I right? Well, guess what? It ain’t! I’ve got a lot more stuff coming next year, so don’t you worry about me. But in case you’ve all forgotten about me, I’ll remind you guys with a little rapping. But I’m not alone here. Joining me today are some very special guests, ones that don’t show their faces too often, you know? First up here is the lovely lady from Life as a Princess. How you do, Yaleia?
Yaleia: What’s up?
I’ve got with me here the vulture from After Dusk here! What up, Dusk?
Dusk: Hey, Mr. Beatbox.
I’ve also got the ferocious shark from Ocean Monsters. Yo, Cyclone!
Cyclone: What up, Big B!
Then I’ve got the ice statue from Arctic Tower. Yo, Iceometric.
Iceometric: How’s it goin’, man
Lucky Number SixThe numberLucky Number Six8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is more than just a
It's the way I have to
bites of food.
Take a sip of
water between each
and count to
Scrub my skin
Wash my hair
It's not just a number to me anymore.
On OhmI am thunder,On Ohm2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
grinding sky diamonds in the earth of my thighs.
I have lived forever,
suppressed and swelling, willing but caged by these
by a systemic contentment
yet never a prisoner.
We, I, have been waiting for you,
we, us, me,
look at me, hear my words.
Our tongues are brothers,
Our minds are of the same flight
gliding, golden backed
You always had father’s eyes.
You see the surface , the crust, her shallow layers
but I, we
see Sky’s constant wrapping
of silk curves
folding in on hues of amber
and fossil breathes
We see what could be, the beauty in himself that he
In this beauty, we are equal, brother.
We are finger-painted,
cut and pasted,
of the same
I'm SpeakingSome speak with cautionI'm Speaking2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some speak with immediacy
For some it is their only escape
For others it is their nightmare
I am awkward with words
Always intimidated by those
Who can speak beautifully
Yet I am not afraid of poetry
I am frequent to freely express
I forget traditional forms
I speak in minimal
To express the overwhelming
I forget about rhythm
For the words are enough to create
A beat that others can follow
A beat they can relate to
I do not speak much
But I do not hesitate to express
I prepare for critics but I will not stop
For poetry is my escape
They called me a rich manA rich man, they said I was,They called me a rich man2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But no, I was poor.
They counted their bills and I counted mine,
And indeed, they had more.
But a rich man, they said I was,
And poor were they, they thought.
They weighed their gold and I weighed mine,
And more they had got.
But a rich man, they said I was.
Feeling nothing but jealousy,
They glanced at me with utter disgust.
I pretended not to see.
They each counted their money and gold,
They asked me for my count.
Now poor and penniless, I did not speak.
They decided, "A large amount."
When they asked why I was always so sad,
I said it was because
I'm poor and penniless, unsure what to do.
But a rich man, they said I was.
Nothing Is RandomNothing is RandomNothing Is Random3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’ve said it before,
I know that it’s true.
It is painfully apparent
in almost all that I do.
Nothing is Random.
Nothing is Random.
Nothing is Random.
We enjoyed those shows;
then they canned them.
We relax with our drugs;
so they banned them.
Nothing is Random.
They loved another god;
so we damned them.
Protocols are so inconvenient;
that we jammed them.
“You’re here to eradicate
not understand ’em!”
With little with which to win;
& little to win.
As justice begets justice;
also Sin begets Sin.
We just want what they’ve got
and their land…um
and their hearts
and their minds…
If that isn’t grandiose,
it is at least grand!
We fanned out into the sand then…
“Alpha-Zero Three is undermanned men…”
Convince us, that they need us,
to torment & command them.
Nothing is Random
Nothing is Random
The world wired like a bomb.
Say goodbye to dad and mum.
the battles we
War Song for MARDUKWar Song for MARDUKWar Song for MARDUK4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’ve sung this same song for so long,
a cruel game for the throng of such wrong.
When no shame came with your claim
that we were all once again sane and the same.
The thoughts I try to supply as I die
even though where I go they deny it is nigh,
are a reprieve for the naive and those who
fail to conceive the deceit they believe.
The good old days were much worse than this.
The poor still at war and the others are his.
When self-judgement fails and guilt is denied.
Justice for just us: The sly lie that you tried.
Tell me what it is like when they send you to hell
Remorse? Of course, we should go there as well…
For ever allowing you to do what you do
For not disemboweling you slowly in truth:
For persecuting the hated yet vindicated few:
and for ever tolerating the evil likes of you.
weird and proudI love darkness.weird and proud4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've got a blood lust,
But I ain't heartless.
I still laugh
At immature shit,
Like saying fart tits.
I don't care
if I'm an overgrown boy.
I'm thirty years old
And I still play with toys.
Some people say
I look like Charlie Manson.
I got mosh pit moves
Even when I'm just dancin'.
At the bar,
I won "most scary"
Dressed for Halloween.
But it was only street clothes,
Face paint and insanity's gleam.
I've scared families
Out of public places.
Man, you should've seen
The look on their faces.
I like to ride my bike
In the snow and rain.
Once, I rode at night
In a hurricane.
I joke about having sex
With a dead body.
She won't say no
If she's a headless hottie.
Playing 8-bit games
While I got Pink Floyd
Dancing through my brain.
I'm completely insane
And not ashamed to admit.
Fact is, I love being weird as shit.