The Man DownstairsWe see what we want to seeThe Man Downstairs4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We deceive what we want to deceive
However is it ever the same?
This long and unending game
Of our own hearts and our own minds
Traveling along till the end of time
If you find find the end of time that is
Just knowing that you'll never win
Unless you make a sacrifice too much to bear
To give your mind to the man downstairs
For he pulls the strings on your heart
In order to get what he wants
And on on this game will go through
Until he gets you
Great lossUrgh...,where is it?Great loss4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where it is I said!?!
Someone explain me or I will get sad...,
Those peskcy things,
They allway get lost,
I always found it annoys me the most!
Why do they have to make them so small?
The lightweight design comes with great toll,
I do not find it amusing at all!
USB sticks-convenient frustration.
I'm getting so tired with all those loose tricks...,
It will make me go back to use floppy disks.
The grief from this loss is thicker than greace,
It is so great there'll never be peace.
As the heart moans over lost keys...,
When you loose your keys-you know things are bad!
Problems like that should be solved fast,
Otherwise things will get bad!
This tragic loss bound to cast fuss.
One that is classic and allways top class...,
The one where you loose you buss pass.
All left is the hope that there is spare cash!
But then it kicks in like fingers in socket...,
Turns out it was in a different pocket!
I can no longer accept this frustration,
My mind is flash-floded with hesita
I have Writer's BlockI don't ramble like I used tooI have Writer's Block5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like I use too be so wordy
like I couldn't shut up-
some things don't change
with myself here-
my mind's gone shallow
soften by the blows
of the ocean's ebbs and flows
I don't know what that means
but I said it
I've been writing shallow speaks
like it means something
like there was some intended purpose
in all the words I ever bothered to do anything with
but there isn't
all I can talk about is the
drama of the day
and I stop to reflect
here, in my mouth
the words are buzzin' about
bees in a hive somebody taped over the entrance
more of the temporary solutions
to the permanent problems we face on a daily basis
how surprised I am
by the amount of people who bit into bull crap
exclaiming praises of "how exquisite!"
the fine course of lies was
that they ate up-
silver spoon feed by the trust fund antibodies
flying fast in red capes
to fight off poverty like the diseased rats
P.T.S.D"You cannot change what you refuse to confront"P.T.S.D15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
One week after the fourth of July torment arrived... now I don't normally cry but this story of mine sits sorely inside..
I took a week, I took a month, shit! I took till it manifested almost becoming anorexic and defected feelin' sorry in life
'fore I could speak about this journey I ride.. every morning arrives and mourning arises, I got shotgun in this foreigning mind..
I couldn't sleep and would vomit in fights, I wouldn't breathe, I wouldn't eat cos I couldn't dream and hear horrors at night..
quick jolts of reaction out of impulsive attacks in defense in madness was like cries for help inside a cell I was forced in to die..
when it triggers, the world goes blank..I black out and see their murder inked then I pull a mask down thwarting demise..
I'd scratch till tissue exposed - sitting alone - as it seemed I was sipping through holes just to breathe - gripping a bowl -
fingers of souls're a sword in my side, a grip on my bones, cripp
28.revenge28.revenge28.revenge16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why would you defeat me?
My plan was going well
until you defeat me
and take back my
lovely future wife
I hate you so much
GET MY REVENGE!
About Nothingchilling, reeling fishAbout Nothing18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
lines on a boat, a float
on sofas, don't go
overboard now. Waters
crystal clear, see the
bottom there, fishes with faces
talking about the swimming life.
Champagne glasses, take a sip
dip into the water, take more
clang clang, ice
nice, spring breeze
cradled clouds drifting,
endless pink cotton candies.
Take a hit, don't care
we all here, relax,
MuffinsThe taste is more important than the look...Muffins20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No fuck that it's the thought that counts,
That brought me to your doorstep
With disfigured chocolate muffins
And a card with the word "delicious"
It's cold tonight
The kind of cold where the wind seems to twirl itself around you
and steal your breath like possessed cyran wrap or something
The door mat is illegible, it's too dark
Beside the door there's a pot without a plant in it
the pot says "happiness"
And it sticks out to me that I could read that
and not the door mat.
and I thought about what I was going to say
While I rang the doorbell
I didn't hear the chime, but watched the little light disappear beneath my thumb and listened to a dog bark inside.
a pitbull: Big baby.
I wondered if the big baby knows what death is
Because fucking hell we humans don't.
We don't know anything, is there even something to know?
People just die and that's it? Maybe dogs accept it better.
or maybe she's b
Nada¿Dónde, si no en esta perpetua soledad,Nada21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
podría brillar algo con fuerza en mí?
Para con mi lazo a estas entrañas negras
apareces tú, mirando a una nada sin fin.
Si yo no dudase de mi verbo y mi verborrea,
vería más prismado este brebaje de vida,
pues no siendo yo, mas la sombra que yo era,
me marchito poco a poco, queriendo mi "quería".
¡Quién fuese honesto y puro como perro!
Verdades digo, pero a mí, pocas y feas,
aquí mi rostro impuro, horrendo, como me veo.
Si solo los demonios mi vida plañeran,
si me hiciese la luz llegar su dulce eco,
podría ser yo, despierto en vida nueva.
Aunque azufre en solitario surca este cuerpo
ya que puedo sentir mi rabia y tiemblo la lujuria.
¡Ah, suciedad, ya carcomes estos adentros!
Ojalá te retase, ojalá me abrave algún día.
¡Quién pudiese estar solo y acompañado hoy,
quién creyese en mi don, quién fuese alegría,
Snow and DreamsThe blackness of night crawls inSnow and Dreams21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the cold air wraps its fingers
Around the walls, beneath shingles and branches
And strangles the slowing water pipes
With those blue fingers
Which tap rhythms on frosted windowpanes
While I'm waiting for the blankets of snowfall
To spread out quietly over the lawns of the world
And its streets as I sleep and then wake
Just to think of that which will never be
Down to the sensesThought provoking scents entwining nostalgia invoking nightDown to the senses2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The flood gates open as the senses awoaken
Moments lost to time caress the mind and memory's sight
Depressing yet clarifying, a humbling token
Regrettable experiences do the salsa with moments of sin
Playing havoc with the chords of your heart
Whilst ecstatic moments of pride release the smile from within
Overzealous emotions at the whim of the stars
Our past spent time at the mercy of the bitter night chill
A surge of warmth flushes the frame
Stimuli so intense, the heart and mind have fever instilled
An emotional façade overbearing winter's maim
Humanity, produced by empathetic emotional sentiment
Just an avatar for our own actions
Mistakes are inevitable but reflection can be our testament
A nostalgic emotional bearing can prevent unsavoury reaction
Contemplate before, during and after
Roles reversed would you be happy thereafter?
My Silent TeacherLowers his head when I put on the bridle, going the extra mile. Telling me what to do without speaking a word, we unite like a part of the herd. My guardian angel never lets me get hurt, finding a soft spot for me to land in the dirt. No matter what my instructor thinks of my ride, he always holding his head up high filled with happiness and pride. Grooming his coat until it glistens and shines, taking care of him as if he were mine. He never gets mad at me, no matter the error. Nor does he ever over react to my fears or terrors. Guiding me over fences, soaring with wings. My silent teacher shows me marvelous things, giving me gifts only magic could bring. My little warrior never taking a break, teaching me to ride as long as it takes.My Silent Teacher3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Forever FreeOf all the things I've ever seen,Forever Free3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of all the dreams I've ever dreamed,
The finest sight that's come to me,
Majestic horses wild beside the sea
They gallop across the trackless sand
In that remote, forgotten land,
And in their breakneck speed they are free
Beside the boundless, unchained sea.
They race towards the first light of day
And surge across a shallow bay
To feed at ease in grassy plains
With wind alone to groom their manes.
No barn or stable to call their home.
No one could govern where they roam.
They dance on the fenceless tracks
With no ones burden on their backs.
And each swift horse was nature's child
At home on land forever wild,
And each wild horse was meant to be
At home on land forever free.
The PromiseDearest master, this is my promise to you; I will do my job cheerfully, faithfully, and obediently. I will do all my duties and I will work till tired, I will use every ounce of my will power to do ask as you ask. I will try... try my very hardest as long as you won't be cruel or harsh to. Please never spur nor whip me and think of it as positive motivation, it hurts... Do not punish me if I fail to understand your wishes, but give me a chance to make sense of your world. I may never be able to hear your exact words, but I will always be able to sense your feelings. I will be there to comfort you when you are upset as long as you take out no anger on me. Dearest Master, as long as we can keep these promises to each other, I swear to you with all my heart that throughout my life, we will be the best of friends forever and ever.The Promise3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Beatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December PreviewBeatbox's Rap Corner: Holiday/December Preview3 days 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 Six4 days 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.
Lying in the DirtWho cares bout this soul bout this lifeLying in the Dirt4 days 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
DemonsHave you ever hadDemons4 days 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 flowsTempus5 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
On OhmI am thunder,On Ohm5 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 Speaking6 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