A Dream That Has No EndingA Dream That Has No Ending12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My flesh flows with crescent shaped reflections
Lips succulent pierced with betrayal
Staring into dark oceans
Glancing through the demons of another past
"If she cared I wouldn't be here"
But this is where I should be
The labyrinth that I have in fact never left
The shackles still potent in their absolutes
Screaming in anguish waiting
For the helical kings to release my soul
So much hate...
If I was ever released they would all taste
No, they would all eat
Devour my endless devastation
apple march 2015i am an appleapple march 201520 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am red, darker in the middle lighter on the top and bottom
i have a bit of yellow coming out the top
i have cute freckles
my bottom is a bit bumpy so i lean to the right
my stalk is short
i smell like an apple
i don't roll very well
i probably taste quite nice
Agender [a slam poem] (dysphoria tw)“Girl”Agender [a slam poem] (dysphoria tw)1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The word echoes through my head.
It feels like someone insulted me.
I get classified as female every day.
I can’t stand being called a girl.
I always stand by the sidelines when that happens, because
I’m too afraid
To come out.
I put on a mask of calmness and act as if
My dysphoria isn’t present
If I explained myself, they wouldn’t understand.
They don’t know what it feels like.
To feel alienated in my own body.
To feel like I shouldn’t have been born with any sex characteristics.
To not want them there.
No, I’m not an “”it””.
No, I’m not a girl.
No, I’m not a boy.
I am agender.
It isn’t my fault I feel like this
I didn’t choose to be agender
I may look
Aromantic [A Slam Poem]I constantly witness it.Aromantic [A Slam Poem]1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People being in love.
It’s literally everywhere, in the media, and in real life, I am constantly surrounded by it.
And frankly, sometimes I end up feeling disgusted.
Because I can’t feel like this.
I can’t fall in love; I will never be able to say anything romantic
Because I’ll never have someone to say them to,
Because I never will have someone.
All because I am unable to experience romantic attraction.
There’s a word to describe people like me.
And you probably never heard it
Because no one pays attention to us.
No one acknowledges our existence, we’re invisible.
People will invalidate our identities, and tell us nonsense like,
“You’ll find the right one someday.”
“Everyone experiences romantic attraction.”
the grand escapeIt’s three in the morning and my little brother is asleep and I stage my grand escape. I tear a metal beam off of the wall and use it to pry the window open, strip the sheets off my bed and tie them into one long rope and loop one end around my heavy wooden desk, climb out the window, and I have to hunch over and squeeze out, headfirst, tumbling, like a baby being born, my fists grasping around the rope like it’s an umbilical chord; and I’m crying, too, because it hurts to breathe fresh air for the first time since I learned grief and I am terrified of being alone. I hit the ground stumbling, and I scrape both my knees and the palms of my hands, crawl down the suburban road like a domesticated dog because I can’t stop shaking, and then I’m up, I’m running, I’m tearing down the streets between streetlights sputtering like fireworks in the night, my lungs burning, and I am laughing like a wild beast. This is happiness. This is pipes bursting andthe grand escape2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Rambling and Drabble #1I am calm but I am ferociousRambling and Drabble #13 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Intense and constantly thinking
I am everything I don’t want to be and more
but there are people who look up to me
Can’t imagine why
but I can’t imagine a lot of things nowadays
Sometimes I am intolerant, though I try not to be
and sometimes I am narrow-minded, but I try to see
into the feelings of others
Maybe I am not human
but maybe I am a record needle
There are a lot of things that we can be
and a lot of things that we purport to be
There is a fine line
because so many beings are pretending to
be something real
and we’ve just lost track of what reality is
Really, what exists is neither
Because we’re confused
I’m confused see,
and I want to know too
Lines of text are like buildings
There are some short, some tall
some large, and some small
But all of them could be destroyed with a
stroke of madness
Or perhaps genius
The lines are blurred
I’m not talking about the song though
Wake Up!Wake up.Wake Up!3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You have been asleep too long.
While you have been sleeping feudal corporations have sold you into slavery, your entire reality stolen from under your feet. You are now subjects of the mighty god of consumerism, your entire existence and ability to survive based on how much money you can make. You are no longer alive, you are merely a tool for generating more income and for keeping big business grinding ever onward.
You have to wake up.
Your senses are being fooled and you are constantly being lied to. You are forced into a reality where the only thing that matters is that you achieve, where having a big house, a new car, and assorted mass-market consumables is the pinnacle of success. You are subjected to endless advertisements on which smell is best, which taste you should like, what personal image or cosmetic colour signifies success, and what sounds you should be listening to in order to be happy. You are living in a lie perpetrated by corporations in order to force you to
Feeling like a fish in a microwaveFeel sadness, like being trapped alone in a cave for too long and there is nothing I can do and no one I can turn to, its as if I've been at a party and gone to get something to drink and returned to find the party has moved on and there is just an empty room with a few half drunk glasses and still warm chairs.Feeling like a fish in a microwave3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Actually I feel nothing, except the blistering burn on my arm from where I brushed up against an oven tray that was white hot tonight, not even self-pity or any form of doubt as to my own mental state. And whats another burn? My arms and legs are covered in between the tattoos and scarification with cigarette burns and patterns drawn with white hot metal strips - this is my armour against the world - armour long since realised as being impotent as the enemy is within and no amount of defense will ever keep me from myself.
Devoid of feeling I seek feeling in others, making people feel things for me or watching feeling in the actions of those not yet blunted by the damage of the w
Let go...Reality is an illusion - it is merely a collection of lies that you have chosen to believe in. To say that reality is fixed, and that it represents an absolute in any way, shape or form is to say that there is no change in our understanding of the universe. To try to hold on to reality is to deny your growth as an individual, and to clutch at truths that should simply be discarded when they are no longer needed.Let go...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This is the war on reality, the war against those truths that hold us back and deny us advancement towards our ultimate destination. Ever wonder why the human race is constantly at war, why we seem to have been fighting a never ending battle since the beginning of time? Its because we refuse to acknowledge change as the only constant and continue to do battle against chaos in a infantile attempt to control a truth that simply isn't there.
Let go of everything and fall into the maelstrom of absolute change - don't be afraid to ride it towards wherever it takes you. It is not wea
I'm Angry.Why? 'cause today, all I wanted was to just watch Sonic Boom, but they wouldn't me! I've tried many times to see it, but I still can't! well, guess what? the game has changed, because Sonic Boom, Teen Titans Go and Adventure Time are now the banes of my existence! so eat it.I'm Angry.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
O, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of Fire3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
O, for a Muse of fire with diamond eyes,
Bring me to the edge of
This staged kingdom;
Throw me over the edge until time
Sees us realign with more beautiful chaos.
I am Mars, I am every Monarch,
I am all the chess-pieces on this broken game board
You long to play.
Do you like the way the water tastes
After your eternal thirst for more?
Shower me into your very same realm
And let this perilous ocean part.
Cherry waves of soldier’s blood
In the wine goblets of rich white men,
Like the Hydra,
Cut off one head and more grown back
To rule the sick hierarchy.
The coffin shakes in a chariot of glass,
Pulled through an endless night by Apollo’s horses.
When the needle breaks
The record will scratch like young skin
That only the Gods may judge.
Cast opinion on this play if you will,
But it is best you keep dreaming;
Lest the Muse awaken.
Who Am I?I've lost my crown,Who Am I?4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My sword is soft,
My bowels do turn to water.
My son's too young,
My mommy's gone,
A Welshman's wed my daughter.
My empire fell,
My friends rebel,
Why'd I sign the Charter?
Who am I?
Colored DressIs it the colors black and blue?Colored Dress4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or an honest gold and white?
Why would those things matter to you?
The color of that dress is as abitrary as:
No matter what colors you happen to see,
You're just as human as me.
ShameLord take away these tears of painShame5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Instead give me tears of shame
For I do not deserve to cry
I deserve to die
I have betrayed trust
dare I say it... lied?
I am sinful and broken
Yet your promises you have shown
I deny what I did was wrong
Yet in your grace I am made strong
I hurt. I hurt people
Yet I bow to you in a steeple
My pain is of my own doing
My pain is of my choosing
I am sinful
Choosing to be hopeful
So many things can change
before she's out of the cage
Why torture my heart?
Where do I start?
Do I do it because I think I don't have the ability?
So I take away their choice so I lose all humility?
my pain has no gain
To die is Christ to live is gain
Shame shame shame
That's what I should feel
Yet I don't that's why I'm stuck in this wheel
Masturbation lust crap
I'm stuck in a false love trap
I have been doing better
I promise Imma quitter
I don't see her as an object
I see her as God's servant
Maturity beyond her age
Situations in her past she can't change
So much pain.
G.E.O.R.G.EG is for Gay best friend your my BFF (Best Fag Friend)G.E.O.R.G.E6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we speak the language of shadow
E is for Example of culture, work ethic, intelligent
he could read you like a Library.
O is for Observant you see it like is
Then always Spill the Tea to me
R is for Right where we leave off we pick back up
you make it Work Bitch
G is for Gorgeous style, sophistication, fashion
an Extravaganza Eleganza
E is for Everything you need in a Squirrel Friend
A Bitter worldIt's a bitter world we live in hereA Bitter world1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a bitter world of hate and fear
an aching wound and we hope to treat
with love so soft and joy so sweet
through loss and longing pain and guilt
as weeds consume and flowers wilt
speak with kindness aid and care
lift the cross that all must bear
hands of many spread the weight
face the fear forget the hate
loud whispersA desperate cry from beyond Heaven and a steady stream of molten silver falling to Earth, blurring vision through the glass. You raise your eyes to listen for the voice again, but only silence meets you. You try to put the pieces together but all you can find are shattered ideals and broken truths -- memories of a life left far behind, perhaps? The pieces are too sharp to handle, so you sweep them under the rug and forget about them. Your guests always seem to find them, though, so now you toss them to refuse, content living in monocolor. You curl on the floor, trying to silence the ghosts of memories of a time to pass; but to no avail. Eyes become buttons, and you turn to a doll; just a plaything of the puppeteers.loud whispers1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Movies or Book?Movies can take you to another world,Movies or Book?1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Already created for you,
The story already outlined,
All you have to do is sit back and relax.
Yet you get absorbed,
Yet you become the character,
Yet the story becomes one with you.
Movies are memorable,
They leave a print in your mind,
Sometimes even a whole in your heart,
And they inspire you.
Books can also take you to another world,
But you have the power,
To create the appearance of this world,
With your imagination,
You have the power,
To create the appearance of the characters,
With your imagination,
The story is outlined for you,
All you have to do is take a plunge at the words,
And start the new adventure.
Books are memorable,
They leave a print in your mind,
Sometimes even a whole in your heart,
And they inspire you.
Movies or Books?
Which one do you prefer?
It doesn't matter.
Both are equally memorable,
Both influence the way we see the world,
Both affect the way we act,
And we always end up the same way in both,
We don't want any of th
DesertBlistered skin and leather tongue ignored by the audience of dunes as they lay content.Desert1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The company you keep calling out for you to forget your thirst and lay among them.
The winged shadows circling a blinding sun paying no heed to those who fell before.
Ivory signposts to nowhere as your feet carry you onward through the stinging wind.
Wolf Poem WIPThe one true creature that stands up tallWolf Poem WIP1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The beast who sings a mother's call
A lonesome creature that roams the night
It stands alone within moonlight
A symbol of freedom, who guards the wood
Haunting the forest in search for food
How I wish to live like you
Howling forever beneath the moon
The wind shall blow against your fur
Every time a storm occurs
But you stay strong along your path
As you feel Mother Nature's wrath
Snow, wind, hail or rain
Shall never ever cause you pain
You are the Wolf who stands up tall
As you hear your pack's call
Why?Why, on what should be one of the happiest days of the year,Why?1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do I feel so sad?
Why, when I am surrounded by my loving friends and family,
Do I feel so lonely?
Why, when I'm full of the knowledge that I am a whole year older,
Do I feel so empty?