ThoughtsThoughts2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just when I think everything is falling into place,
I sit down in the quietness
and my mind starts to race
The bad thoughts start to come again,
how much longer until they win?
I lay in bed
and constantly think
would I be better of dead?
But then I see the light of day
and I know that I'll eventually be okay
The Blinding TruthWhat kind of lens do you look through?The Blinding Truth3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have no lens, I am not blinded,
My vision unaltered, like looking through crystallized water.
For those around me, their vision needs assistance to block out the thoughts of depression and grief.
They see through a foggy crystal ball, incessantly kept in their boxes,
Sleeping and letting the days slip away.
Your vision is blurred when you try to understand what I am trying to show you,
The gears in your head start rotating, screeching like nails on chalk.
Mauling over the facts, you label me crazy and toss me in the trash with the other people who tried to make you see. People really are crazy, crazy like you.
You convey to the crowd so you don't have to think. It breaks your gears and makes the clock go haywire. You refuse to get your vision fixed, so others are forced to make you see the flaws,
The flaws of life. It is not always as it seems, one day, it will just be you against me.
I have no lens. I see clearly.
Your argument false against yo
Flesh ColoredI remember the first time I realized my friends and I were different shades of flesh.Flesh Colored2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Recess in first grade, standing next to my beautiful dark skinned friend, and I the pinker shade of off white.
A girl hissed at us “hey you!” my friend gestured to herself and then the girl said with hatred coating every word, “no the WHIte girl”
Naïve to the horrible world around us, I didn’t know skin color could mean so much about a person. I didn’t know how much hatred the color of someone’s flesh might stir up. I didn’t know I was a WHIte girl, with the emphasis on the “WHI” to make it sound harsher. Sting your ears and haunt you forever.
Second grade was the next. We discussed Martin Luther King and the march of freedom. 8 year olds hyped and rallied, talking about how we would have helped the cause. How we and our parents would have been repressed, like it was a club. Then my friend said to me, “well you wouldn’
BetrayalFaithful is never your nameBetrayal1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Perfect is what you seem to be
Eyes that shines like sunlight
Smile that reads happiness
Hugs that say I'm here for you
Everything that I've known
It was all a blur
The loving person I thought you were
Turned into someone I never thought of before
The hugs of comfort became an aggressive push
Every memory I had with you
Burned away into smoky ashes of nothing
Promises were left behind
An empty hole inside my chest
Betrayal is your name, I see
I shall call you by your real name now
Nice to meet you, Betrayal
The EndThe End shall come,The End3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Stars will fall,
The Sun be gone,
The Darkness calls,
And just before your Soul will Die,
Or Travel on to either Side,
You face the Reaper eye to eye,
Your Fate is his to decide,
A Life of Sin marks you Damned,
Off to Hell at the Reaper's command,
A Life of Good makes you Blessed,
Enter Heaven the Reaper suggests,
For as long as thou may Live,
Remember this Dark rhyme,
The advice I tried to give,
You'll meet the Reaper in due Time.
Hidden meaningsThe lonely dove whom sends out a cry, for broken wings forbid it from the sky.Hidden meanings1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sisters and brothers come to give aid, to mend broken wings severed by blade.
Like the mountains that glare upon the trees, they are frozen to watch as lessers fall to disease. Like icy daggers cutting deep in the soul, grieving for the ones that the angel stole.
The bright red rose, chilled by the storm, the heated crimson is all to keep it warm. The dove shall waver, wither, and decay, yet together, the future, they will pave a way.
For all things pass and new things are conceived, we must never forget the wonders we might still achieve.
Green. Green smoke got meGreen. 2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From the smouldering smell
Of a wood burnt
Skyline drawn in
Between Croydon and Clapham
Piff stench hench
Down a few shorts
And a spiked bottle of lead
This head feels blessed
The day ain't
Shot 2 10s
Sneak a blem
Then on the bus again
Studying the psychedelic
Your name and address for the fine
But couldn't be arsed with the wine n dine
So I took the paper
I stole the pen.
Superstition.Witches and ghosts in all their glory.Superstition.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Only exist to tell a story.
Until something comes out of the ordinary.
An extraordinary things happens at a magician's show,
Was it real or was it fake?
We will say that it was fake.
Until the skies turn red and blood starts to rain.
Blame the witch! Blame the wizard!
It’s the monster under your bed.
It’s the ghost inside of your head,
The ghouls inside your closet, and the gremlins on your bed.
Spiders crawling on the walls, snakes slithering through the halls.
Makes you shiver in you bindings.
The demising quickly starts recurring.
Screaming, shouting from your room.
Go to bed.