BereftIn the forest of Stillborns,Bereft4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
pregnancies go to die.
Cradle robbed dry.
CrimsonSpoonfuls of lingering sugar.Crimson9 hours 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
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...Perspective15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Force Fed Words"Mouth"Force Fed Words17 hours 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
Red TapeWhen you want human contactRed Tape17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word
but you have red tape
when you wish to run but can't escape
when you want to move things along
but you got red tape
when you've had enough
and you take off your cape
and you start slamming doors
and you start burning bridges
and the building stops
shudders and twinges
I'm laughing only
because it's a bitter deal
"good things comes to those who wait"
when you worry "eventually" translates to "too late"
when you want to change the world
but your enthusiasms a threat
and you make shit happen
announcing you're not through yet
and I refuse to back down
I refuse to play nice
by the book and by the skies
there's a twinkle of rebellion in my eyes
EyesI watch them closeEyes18 hours 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.
The Flying ManI'm...The Flying Man2 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.
So...what is on my mind at 3 AMSo...2 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.
SunshineHer name is Sunshine.Sunshine3 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 Suigetsu4 days 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
The stories of rapEazy e started the book of rap.The stories of rap1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Biggie spit on it
Tupac continued it.
Eminem finished it
Dr Dre published it
Kanye claims he wrote it
Snoop dogg smoked it
Lil Wayne tried to start his own book of rap
Nicki minaj put it up her ass
Drake tried to sing it
Kendrecik lamar is writing a spin off
Ice cube is starring in the film adaptation
Macklemore bought it in a thrift shop
Kid Cudi read it Day 'N Night
Skrillex remixed the shit out of it
Meek Mill had dreams about it
Rick Ross ate it
Chief keef THOUGHT he could read it
Young thug fucked it
Iggy lost the book
Jcole recovered it
Montana of 300 burned it
Future just can't read it
Fetty Wap cant see it
Barbie DollsHey guys! So, um, recently I've looked at my past literature, which was a mistake, so I thought I could make it up with something better?Barbie Dolls1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Well, I tried. These are just lyrics to a song I hope that my friends could help make it real, but I wouldn't sing. So, uh, here they are I guess...
You can read it as a poem too if you'd like, or heck, make a cover out of it! But anyways, here it is. Lemme know how you feel about it in the comments, bye! (Don't worry I have improved as much as I can to make it better.)
Can you feel the blood stain your bleach blonde hair?
Can you feel the intensity soaking up the air?
And you feel so useless.
And you feel so useless.
Can you understand what I’m saying here?
Can you still taste your salty tears?
You’re the favorite on the movie screen, the best thing anyone has ever seen.
And you feel the blood…
And you feel the blood…
And you, feel the blood!
monument of freedom-poemlady of coppermonument of freedom-poem1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
tio of starts
sat atop a pedestal of stone
i see you each day, when i leave my home
the sun rising from behind you
show all your beautiful features my queen
goddess of love, preserver of peace
my hope, my freedom, my sweet release
i pray to you each day
that from this land i shall not stray
and that our liberties are stripped away
like the time before you
One LifeI have but one life to bring honour to your name,One Life1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Once chance to hear you say, "well done,"
Should I pursue glory and fame?
Though what good is it to gain the whole world but lose the Son?
If I gave you these broken pieces; this sin stained life,
Would you use it? Will you accept it as a pleasing sacrifice?
Will you teach me your ways? Walk with me all of my days?
Will I experience your warm embrace? Will you lead me to green pastures to graze?
Will you be proud? For I am not,
I give you these pieces, and they're I've got,
Will you take them and mold me?
Will you assemble these loose pieces and hold me?
Will you piece me together, and fill me with oil?
Take me away from the thorns and into the good soil?
Can you care for me as one of your sheep?
And have a seat for me at the banquet feast?
MI am no misanthrope, I merely feel mislead, it was mentioned most were more than morons mindlessly mimicking the monotone misleadings of malicious men, who have been our misfortune to have met.M1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
rootswe are a family of secrets.roots1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
we do not let people in.
we do not let change in:
i tell my father the name i have chosen for myself. through gritted teeth, he asks why i would change what was so lovingly bestowed.
i tell him, sometimes things with good intention have bad repercussions.
alyssa, he says, it’s just a name. it’s just something to be called. it doesn’t define you.
but i spent enough years being called useless bitch to know when you are called something, you begin to believe it defines you.
because i know you are talking about me when things go wrong. in your head, i am alyssa, your daughter. you say: useless pieces of shit, you are referring to my sisters and i-- alyssa, useless piece of shit, alyssa, useless piece of shit--
in this way my name becomes an expletive.
and to the mother says “but alyssa, he’s never hit you”
it doesn’t take a fist to say “you’re worthless”
and it doesn
LegacyTwo steps forward, one step back,Legacy1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
You fall, You get back up,
Remain on track.
The laughter of young, stories of old,
The richest of sounds,
Worth far more than gold.
One laughs, another cries,
As a war rages,
Through space, earth, seas, and skies.
Memories lost, and new ones made,
Both pleasant, and painful,
Making marks in your mind like a sharp blade.
One falls, so another may rise,
For one must always be struck down,
Just don’t look in their eyes.
A distant call, a nearby shout,
As another fight soon breaks out,
And none able to hide that victory they doubt.
Some move slowly, others flee,
From the war destroying a planet,
And the same, nothing will ever be.
Blades clash, guns fire,
Sounds of battle ring clear,
Billows of smoke rising like tall spires.
Watch them fall, without rising again,
Their eyes fade, sparks snuffing out,
Will this war ever be over- and if so, when?
Just remember, a legacy lives on,
What they say vs what we say (OMAM)Dirty pawsWhat they say vs what we say (OMAM)1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Them= What a bunch of animals singing about sex
Us= It's deeper than that trust me
King and Lionheart
Them= What's going on here?
Us= The girls bumps are the same as in Little talks, thats why she's so happy to see, he's the brother she lost
Them= I d= idn't know wales moved like that
Us= It. is. not. a. wale
Them= Well duh nothing grows when its dark
Us= Leave fluffy man alone
A Thousand eyes
Them= Is that guy gonna rape me
Us= We know. It looks strange. But thats ok
Them= Ugh its a love song
Wolves without teeth
Them= Wait it wasn't a split screen
Us= Tbh we thought it was to
Them= Cannible wtf?
Us= We're not gonna eat you......probably
I of the storm
Them= Is that a man or women singing it
Us= How stupid actually are you
Them= How do you take off a face? Isn't that painful
Us= We'll frickin take off your face
Them= Yes this my fave one
Us= Same tbh
Them= What is it a
A world broken'Monkey sees, monkey does'A world broken1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Like a fish following bait
For our satisfaction if you please
But our children learn from us
Surrounded by fear and hate
They won't learn to live in peace
Skincolor, power, oil or religious
Men with guns, violence justified by faith
Our future covered in battle grease
World leaders fake at being ambitious
Never being honest or straight
Money first than hunger and disease
The rich mostly caring about their status
Getting attention is the biggest weight
Media bites the bait, the banks grow obese
UntitledIm dying inside and im empty and sad and justUntitled2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I want to lay here and do nothing forever
And I have no one to turn to
And I just want to cry
and I just want help
and I just want to die
and I just want anything but this feeling of nothingness.
ChokeI often say "I hate everything" but I dont.Choke2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word
I just feel empty.
I feel like my soul is slowly being destroyed.
More like poisoned.
Like its chocking and everyone is just watching as it turns blue.
And it reaches out for help but everyone just ignores it.
They all think someone else will help,
but if everyone leaves it for someone else,
Then who is left to help?