To look deeperA flashing arrowTo look deeper2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
from the horizon,
seen by thousands
felt by one,
it was me.
The painful feeling
and my deafening scream,
startled every creature
in this world.
My energy was drained
and I lost my mind,
I saw my blood
dripping down to my legs,
could this be the end?
or could this be the beginning?
will hatred form in my heart?
will I crave for vengeance?
or will I just give up,
but then I saw you standing there
looking at me,
you were looking at my blood;
you were looking at someone bleeding;
You've got that look in your face,
that saddened me
because at my last breath
you looked at me because of pity
but you never looked deeper.
Review.1 Sword of the Samurai.1989Old retro style, like all... Who came in past.Review.1 Sword of the Samurai.198915 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The oldest sword, the... "Sword of the Samurai".
With both computer, and Japan in mind. I start it up... And hell, it's fast!
Such a time, for a game to start... I know its old, but... Damn!
The screen just flash, and there it is... A game for old time bliss.
Too hard, to first know how... Controller, or a keyboard guy?
Lets see the world, from a Ronins* eyes.
Later on, I duel right! As one can see... Its quite a blast.
The lack of knowing... Prolongs and lasts.
I work its ways, in honor... Great!
As a tactical mind, it bends and write.
to know their ways... Is more than bright.
To rule Japan, the honor... Lasts.
I give this game... a 4... Of 5.
Late hour walk.The steps that's cold, in late autumn hours.Late hour walk.17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The moon is clear, a thought so... Sincere.
To walk the bridge, to hell...? And back?
"I would care not... In such a night!"
To think of all... Would be too grand.
I hold my soul, but in thought... "Gone."
Gone... Walked away, to not be found.
To hide my soul, a tour for none.
The lost... "No one."
A walk at night, is mine... or everyone's.
As the dark, conceal... The world, to what it is.
I love to walk... The darkest hour.
To see the "all"... As I... May call it.
You... Patch.11You...You... Patch.1120 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You see your own, but none like me.
You hold your fate, in the way you be.
You know not me...
My poems of the thoughts, destructive or not?
(You claim as bad and care... Do not.)
My heart, my wish... The care I've had?
(You soon forget, as well... I'm bad?)
My tries, to care... You have as "blanked".
You know me not... (Enough, to stone.)
The words you use, are hard... No doubt.
I wish "You" well...
You know "Him" not.
The hardest partIt`s hard to miss someoneThe hardest part1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when you are used to having
them around. And used to
getting a hug when you need it,
or don`t need it. Giving your
feelings to another person and
getting them in return.
It`s harder to realise that
you need them so badly you
want to cry, and you end up
crying more than you tought
was possibell. There is always
the tought about them, but you
can`t reach them.
The hardest part is knowing they
miss you as much as you do, but
there is nothing you can do.
Because you are 100 miles apart.
The Purpose of PlayingDon't fool yourselves:The Purpose of Playing1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is no such thing as 'poetry.'
There is nothing but this, just this,
And here we are in the middle of it,
Finite and fucked,
Flailing in the muck and mire of this nonrenewable resource called life,
Drowning one breath at a time
Covered by that quicksand when we've only just begun,
Crushed beneath the weight of a single slab of stone and hoping, hoping, hoping
All we did added up to something worth remembering.
There is no poetry in that.
There is no poetry in frailty,
in futility, in the feeble and finite nature of these little lives
that inherently screams "I am beautiful because I'm dying"
and god damn you if you think so.
The tragedies of this world are not built of stanzas and sonnets,
free will not from free verse. There is no poetry beneath all of life's pain,
and it is not something to glorify.
Loss is not an art,
grief is not a performance piece,
suffering is not beautiful,
and I don't care what your English teacher told you,
tragedy is not
What am I?I am a bustling metropolis built of men's dreams.What am I?2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Endless expansion, I'm always bursting at the seams.
A place to meet others, to discover new things-
You may wish to read of Canada or long-dead kings,
Play a game or start a fight;
I won't judge-- I don't know what's right.
I am home to communities large and small,
Freelancers, hobbyists, and corporate ladders tall.
Snugged deep in the alleys are unsavory doings,
While out in the square stands a cow mooing.
Collaboration or isolation,
I can make or break a nation.
Vast superhighways and less-trod dirt roads,
One may journey through a variety of modes.
No matter the time, my lights never die.
What am I?
NobodyI'm thinking at this momentNobody2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that maybe nobody in the universe think of me,
that only I think of me.
And if I die now
not even me
would think of me.
Lazy Essay type PoemWhere are we headed?Lazy Essay type Poem3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today humanity is facing a series of choices.
Religious fundamentalism mired with Nationalism & backed by Oligarchy
A Pseudo-Social Democracy that keeps pushing itself towards a vague idea of Freedom
Or will we simply have to settle for a Brave New World?
Can a Generation that has better communication devices then ever before bring peace?
Or are we merely doomed to succumb to material wants & simple selfishness?
Does writing bad poetry answer these questions?
Lost in winterILost in winter3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
alone in the
winter, wearing nothing but a white gown.
street lights flicker readying to burn out
I've walked across
the cold road
to find my
way back home I
didn't even bring my cellphone with me.
AmbianceFeeling ignored is not the greatest ambiance.Ambiance3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Through feeling ignored, I don’t feel loved.
And without feeling loved, I don’t feel anything.
what is the point?
Why bother anymore?
Poem for amariscorvo's birthdayKnown you since 2009 and a really good friendPoem for amariscorvo's birthday3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Really respect you and hope you might understand
I tend to be of help if you feel down or something, if you need me to
Still trusting you to this very day that is really special
Truly a great friend that I known to my heart and soul
And to more years to come as I present this gift of a poem to you
its Graces, or, NataliyaExultation rolls overits Graces, or, Nataliya3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and we are sitting fevered and
awash in the gut of humanity
its affections; its Graces.
urgent with fear & the nausea
that braces itself on the
back of the bus.
holy agonized vomit that tugs at the back of our
pressing & needy & blessing,
threatening, stretching to
crawl its way out of our free fall
to reach for those few that refuse
patently to be cut off at
Those few waterboarded and drowned in the phosphorescent
Silencesilence shall always be the greatest weapon we hold. In silence we can observe, in silence we can think and plan, silence is our greatest assest, but once the silence is used against us...our minds may fallSilence4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Poem 2I'm not academic, but I'm smart. I'm not talented but I'm skilled. My heart breaks, but beats all the same. I get up when I fall down, and help those who can't. I am me, I am beautiful.Poem 24 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
HaikusI feel pain in meHaikus4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the sadness grows lightly tonight
i will soon be free
It's me that's alone
or am i here with you friend
I'll never know now.
I am broken now
pieces fall and i wont stay
ill end this,goodnight
Honesty is lost
In translation when alone
lying to make friends
Trees in Autumn grow
But I feel like snow tonight
Let's Drink Hot Cocoa
SadThe winter sky doesn't shine so bright,Sad5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A dark blanket covers the sky,
Longer is the darkness and lesser is the daylight,
Less beautiful sights are before my eyes,
The weak grip of sad brings me down at times,
A slow change within my mind,
What a blessing is the sun in the sky,
How sad when it chooses to hide,
Yet there is a light that I can always see,
The light of Jesus who lives within me,
Through every season, he never leaves,
So from the grip of sad, I've been set free.
Coffee ShopA 7 AM coffee and a shitty internet connectionCoffee Shop5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
really gets you thinking (really kills the mood)
Watching the sky get brighter and the people get darker
as they shuffle in to the local coffee shop (one of fifteen)
So they can maybe stay awake for another hour at work.
The sweetness of my mocha really contrasts (five shots of mocha and extra sugar)
with the bitterness of the world around me.
And I laugh
Because for once, I'm having a good day.
Wishing only gets you so far.I wish I could go backWishing only gets you so far.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to when I was young
back when I was innocent
and knew how to have fun.
Before I knew what love was
before people were cruel.
But Childhood only lasts so long
crushed by those who said everything would always be okay.
I wish I could go back
to the day I met my first love
and tell myself that he would break me,
over and over again.
and that sometimes, no matter how hard you try,
There are some people you can’t help.
I wish I could tell myself to not give him all those second chances.
and not to hold on so long.
I wish I could go back
to the day he broke me for the last time,
and I finally let go,
and tell myself that the world does not end
with a boy.
But love doesn't work that way
and I have oh so many mistakes.
I wish I could go back
to when I fell in love for the second time.
And tell myself that yes,
love is cruel,
and yes, He will hurt you, but he is worth it.
I wish I could go back, just to last summer,
and go on all those dates we seemed to miss.
I'm fine."I'm fine".I'm fine.6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"I'm fine" he says. "I'm okay" he continues, whilst slamming the bolt across his door.
He collapses to the floor.
He is crouched, resting on his feet, back against the door, head in his hands.
His head is aching, pounding, thumping.
He can hear loud screams, but no one is making a sound.
He can hear conversations, but no one is talking.
He can feel a blunt knife slicing through his thin flesh, but has no wounds.
He breathes heavily and tries to battle the voices in his head.
He tries to hush them, to give himself time to think things through.
He keeps calm while the noise rages on.
He stays still, immobilised, dormant; while the volcano of emotions approaches eruption.
He goes off. Punching himself in the thigh. In the calf, in the shoulders.
He slams his fists into anywhere that he can, without making too much noise.
He grinds his teeth together to silence his moans of agony as he pounds into himself.
He punishes himself for being different, for not being normal, for not f
Cynical SyllablesI have found recently that your nameCynical Syllables6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
has changed in my mouth
where once sweet sounds grazed my pallet
only cynical syllables remain
souring and spoiling-
like a piece of fruit
that has stayed too long
piercing the air with it's absence of youth
I find the weight of these words
do not ring out like bells as they used to
animating my body and disturbing my sleep-
no instead they drop hollow and empty
unable to stir anything from within me
I find the air is more forgiving than I
for you see after your name, or any words
are uttered, the air rejoices in their presence,
happy to be moved by vibrations
whether good or bad,
it is joyful in these moments yet it will always,
return to silence
My mind does not
My head is filled with a sea of noises and sounds,
that your name once lived above in golden skies,
like a bird in the early morning sun rise,
but now every time it attempts to fly
it is drowned, by a wave of memories that yell
"Why are you being like this"
"You're not listenin
The No Smoking RuleIt's strange how I've been changingThe No Smoking Rule1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rearranging my clothes, my style, my shoes
are killing my feet--I'll get used to them soon
is the dream. It's just a matter of
adapting, and I'd think by now
I'm a master of mapping who I chose
to be based on who I see
no one follows the No Smoking Rule.
(I've been singing and skinning and screaming
trying to fit into shoes of the well when I'm sick
and I'm sick of sticking these feet into shit
and my lungs are burning) my lungs
are filled with
the one-second flickers of not-sticking smiles
that bedazzle the eyes, passing strangers through side streets
homeless camping out in duct taped shoes
Keep your bag with you, hold it even in the bathroom
(I don't know what to do with
these hands, this voice, this mess of papers
people keeping giving me when I'm searching for buildings,
all advertising some barbeque)
and I’ve noticed
within these surroundings of new