LightTraps and WordCraftsHunting the momentLightTraps and WordCrafts3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft
I'll succeed, I'll escape
from this pain, this dark
Help me God! Time is frozen!
No forward! No back!
There! Up, on the mountain
to meet the rising sun,
Wings of words take me higher!
Back!!! The moon holds my plan!
Empty papers screaming,
my light does not work,
I'm not here! I'm dreaming!
I wake up, 'grab my sword!
My LightTrap is ready,
I was reborn by the storm,
My WordCraft is awaiting,
I am lost... I am home.
Hunting the moment
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft.
I Dream of NekosMy dear Xetta, how far hast thou wandered from me now?I Dream of Nekos2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Crystaled by the lifeless flakes of Winter’s tears
What has caused thou to flee, dear maiden?
Discrepancy forcing thou to purr in the ice
How could thou poison me
With eyes as red as ruby?
Didn’t thou love me?
Why did thou leave?
Xetta, thou hast encased my heart inside a tomb of obsidian
And yet, the key is forbidden
Dear Xetta, my only love
How foolishly I’ve been smitten
By the ears of a kitten
unlearning.We lock eyes andunlearning.11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
my brain betrays me,
numbing itself for
longer than I am
The only thing that tells me that
I haven’t died is this -
beating of my heart.
Annoying, this -
overly romanticized thing within my chest,
that I have kept sedated all this time with
the more practical things in life, like -
dog care, and
And for the first time in a long time,
I cannot -
outthink my emotions.
I am unlearning my own rules
faster than I can
it sucks so there's no titleIf I had billions, I'd be a billionaireit sucks so there's no title2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
If I had millions, I'd be a millionaire,
But as I have pennies, I am sentimental
(In French it had to make a pun with pennies and sentimental (the s sentimental was replaced by c), but in english so it meant nothing suddenly I had to change, but I do not care I have half as much as it was (in english: pennies / in french: centimes ^^) ).
PerspectiveMore than just a disease lost in a room with bottomless coffee...It is we which hear more than just a tune, endless views and the devils knocking...We all share different moods and battle them dudes...With a mic can't nobody stop em...Through the depths we found middle ground, on the same level type shit....tested sound! A personal bond, real love...true grit...An itch to drop verse...and let the world see us with these hooks that we spit...Perspective4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
WomanWoman sets Rapist on Fire,Woman2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Sentenced to life in prison,
Not the rapist though, just her
see he did nothing wrong,
Should’ve been wearing more,
there’s no excuse for that sluts behaviour,
Woman beaten by man,
The bitch had it coming,
She was flirting with the mailman,
while she got the paper,
Never gets to court because,
she shouldn’t have been such a hoe.
Woman ridiculed for pre-marital sex,
Old-ages said she should be stoned to death,
It seems the times have not been changed,
Her body was a temple she abused,
Abusing her is fitting,
Family disowns her because she,
she should have kept her legs closed.
Woman becomes homeless,
2 kids, job searches everyday,
People tell her she should have been smart,
Was she a drop-out because of her kids,
Stop being a lazy ho,
Have you tried prostitution?
Woman breastfeeds in public,
More covered up then models on TV,
It’s not sexy though, so it shouldn’t be seen.
Oh god, those stretch marks,
Do you need to do that here?
CrimsonSpoonfuls of lingering sugar.Crimson3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
How sentimental, just the two of us
stabbing each other in places no one else will see.
Your smile was always just a little wider,
just a little brighter, that’s why you get all
the cooing words,
pats on the back.
I don’t mind your poison in my coffee,
I’m slowly killing your sister and your mother and
when every morning I was terrified to face you
and couldn’t sleep for the fear that you would surely come;
who could know
love would ever be as sweet
The Flying ManI'm...The Flying Man5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
trying to get shot.
Make a quick stop
Have my last supper
get up on the rooftop
then I'll hop,
hopefully on the pavement
next to the pool of cops.
Trampolines and ambulances
Hospital stench clogged up my nose.
Hooked up to an IV
see the old, the sick dead people
Cancer patients want a performance
I hope they like tragedies.
I know more magic tricks than stories.
So for my final act-
I call it the 'Flying Man'.
Question for society-
What if I want to be an angel?
It's called breaking God's laws
not your laws.
Watch me bend them like gravity.
SunshineHer name is Sunshine.Sunshine6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
She is funny, she is sweet, she makes you think.
She is odd and loves tea.
She likes horror movies.
She is loud, she was the one to get us all to dance.
She wears glasses and is always doting over Sarah Paulson.
She’s obsessed with American Horror Story and Carol.
She is light, she is happy.
She drags us all to lunch most days.
Darkness fell on my Sunshine.
They called her fag and queer.
They made fun of her efforts to get better.
I nearly killed them.
She was the only thing holding me back.
I know she wouldn’t want me to.
She hugged me with a smile.
She told me thank you.
She chided me of course for yelling.
She forgave me.
I missed her.
We laughed at lunch.
We talked in English.
We shared music on the bus.
Her name is Sunshine,
And she truly shines as bright as her namesake.
Kyoka SuigetsuMirror-Flower; Water-moon.Kyoka Suigetsu1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Warm sunlight blankets the town.
The sweet aroma of nectar fills the air.
A spectrum of colors all around,
I can feast nearly anywhere.
Something special captures my eyes.
In the distance, a shimmer of green and violet-blue.
Like the absent wind, I cut right through the sky,
Rushing toward a sight so beautiful.
Through an opening I pass toward my desired goal.
The space is dim compared to where I’d been, yet across the way I see,
The brightest leaves I’ve ever seen sit on a platform all alone.
I pursue the glowing flora with all the vigor in my being.
Suddenly I’m sharply stopped by a force,
The source of which I cannot see.
Numb, I cannot breathe; I flutter slowly down, resting next to another, me?
It feels like days passing, even weeks…
Struggling to move, I slowly turn and look behind.
At the far end of this space that’s dim, under the opening I had passed…
The flora sits on a platform, beautifully glowin
EyesI watch them closeEyes4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
they dart and flit
and if they land
they do not sit.
If yours and mine
happened to meet,
they’d soon repel
like legos and feet.
But when they stop,
do take a peek.
For there is what
the owner seeks.
The eyes are where
outside can find
what’s going on
inside the mind.
Dante's LuckI've got my Ebony an IvoryDante's Luck1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
lock an load!
Angels cry,to the surge of demons
havoc-king at my doorstep
My freedom rages through my blood
chicks digging my vibe!
singing my name all damn day an night
I'll cock my Rebellion's edge an drive it
straight through your heart
I'll make every Devil Cry my name...
BereftIn the forest of Stillborns,Bereft3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
pregnancies go to die.
Cradle robbed dry.
Less Than Three I wish there was a wayLess Than Three 3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I could wish you away
But I know that as soon as I do
I'd spend forever looking for you
From inside My brainMy neurotransmitter doesn't connect my synapses, my dopomines don't flow thru my muscles and my serotonin levels are deathly low...From inside My brain10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Mysterious valentines poem for RougeDear Rouge,Mysterious valentines poem for Rouge16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Ferrari's are red,
BMW's are blue,
But in the end,
I choose you!
Dissociationlike the ticking of a clock, the momentsDissociation1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word
to the inevitable break down push in
like thorns into your heels as you tread
haphazardly in the thickets of woods
praying and breathing
throat clenching as it blossoms like
a sickly flower, dripping, drooping
in the anxious thralls of a foggy morning
the trigger quivers and shakes in your blurry
making it sickening to even witness
from the fish-eye lens you're viewing the world from.
the quaking in your brain, chartreuse and vivid
sickens you to the core, stomach dropping
hands slick with clammy sweat and pupils
thinned to the size of the pins
you used to tattoo yourself in anxious
guilt ridden disobedience
to the parents who never glanced your way
to ever once wonder for a second
who you could have been if watered
dried up and crumpled at the feet
of the ones you called
with hatred in your eyes and bile in your mouth
spitting viciously and animalistically
your teens angry and bitter
memories crusted over with the grime of nar
Force Fed Words"Mouth"Force Fed Words4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
"Just being silly"
"You stay out late and you're such a pretty girl..."
Words force fed down my throat
Breathing through my capillaries and lacing around my body
like tattoos I never intended to be there
"I'm not who you think I am "
"I'm not who you think I am"
like some demented little engine that could
Maybe I'll convince them I'm more blue than red
that channeling through my entire being
is this incredible white light
that just wants to direct itself into hearts
laughing, twirling, singing, being
And that's the thing you know
I've never been content with just being
Until recent events that came tumbling down the rabbit hole
Refracted and abstracted
Not concrete but strong and vivid
Bleeding through stained glass
That once meant cages and suppression
but now alludes to beauty
and maybe I'm what you say I am
but words can be rearranged
I can cast "sonorous" on the ones that matter
So...what is on my mind at 3 AMSo...5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
‘squibs of threnody’
a phrase encountered while…
reading internet poetry
what does that mean and can one add
one syllable and say
firecrackers of lament
How economical must a poet
to what cost the
attention span of the less
when bored do quick hitters
quench your yearning
why am I writing when I should
urban dictionary that shit.
Autumn Day FantasiesMemories of autumnAutumn Day Fantasies2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Caress me like the lukewarm wind
Dressed with scents of leaves falling
And hearts soaring
In a pumpkin patch on Thanksgiving
Recollections of fall
Shower over me like the lingering taste
Of baked delicacies and Cool Whip
At the end of a November day
As we’re snuggled to rest by last year’s memories
Dreams of autumn
Pile over me like the crispy feel
Of thousands of sakura leaves
Tumbling to the ground
And burying yesterday’s news
Moments of fall
Dot my eyes like red, orange, and yellow
Hanging ever so gently on an aging oak
Or whatever tree it is
Giving it new hope and fantasies of spring
The season after summer
The one before winter
Although the moments never lasted
And the days barely existed
The memories still live on
Until next year
When we’re caressed by the lukewarm wind
And showered by the lingering taste
And buried by the crispy feel
And dotted by red, orange, and yellow
And when we find new hope
In our fantasies of spring
Forbidden SoundsA kind of power that only few possessForbidden Sounds2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
But that all can understand
It the first thing lodged into a strand of DNA
And the one most overlooked
It gives us the courage to dream big
And laugh when those big dreams fail
It births magic with words
And strengthens them with notes
Words and notes that cure the sick
And ail the greedy
God took a breath and gave us the most magnificent blessing
All different genres clash and collide with the sky
But feel at peace when the stars align
Only music can give us a sneak peek of the heaven we all wish to feel
A whiff of what it feels like to be an angel, yes, for a day we’ll be king
As we reach the edge like a match into water
We’ll finally be gifted with a new way to bleed
By the same sounds that saved us from the lost time memory
That had trapped us in outer science
To be devoured by the animals we have become
Music is a forbidden clarity, yet we all have had a taste
A chance to choose between scary monsters and nice spr
It All Started With a ThornIt all started with a thornIt All Started With a Thorn2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word
A thorn that pierced ever so effortlessly
Into the unaware petals of an Indian sunflower
Who stood motionless in the winds of life
Being taken hostage by the hands of treachery
Breathing as the victim of oppression
Growing, although it hurt
To even open her petals every morning
Years flew by and the flower had enough
She packed her bags and moved to a new garden
Where every ounce of Mother Nature
Greeted her with care
She felt so new, so silently she grew
Coping with the hex of loneliness
Along rolled a zucchini, who was foreign and secluded
And soon, the two tumbled into a new friendship
Zucchini complimented the way Sunflower bloomed
Indian Sunflower assessed how Zucchini shone at noon
Katy and Zainab-
Er, Sunflower and Zucchini
Were closer than two needles in a haystack
With smiles on their faces, no one would ever have known
That the greatest of all friendships
Had started with a thorn