verbal wanderlustEach new letter is a story on its ownverbal wanderlust2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a page untouched, left virgin for new eyes
several volumes of treasure
practically throwing itself from the paper
to your soul
the words bring you oceans and pirates
fantasies and myths
Olympus isn't so far, the gods real;
the witches of Salem take your hand
as they cast the spells of yore;
kings and queens walk by your side
looking for council and confiders;
all the while, rolling plains
Hidden behind a HoodHidden behind a Hood3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am sad and lonely,
Having nobody here to comfort me,
So I wear a hood that always smiled;
To keep my feelings hidden from wandering eyes.
Before long, I had many friends;
With my hood, I was one of them.
But deep inside, I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part of me.
Nobody could hear my cries at night,
For I designed my hood to hide the pain.
Nobody could see the hurt I was feeling,
For I designed my hood to be laughing.
Behind all the smiles were the tears,
And behind all the comfort were the fears.
Everything you think you see,
Wasn't everything there was to me.
Day by day,
I am slowly dying.
I can't go on,
There is something missing..
Until now I'm still searching,
For the thing that'll stop my crying.
For someone who'll erase my fear,
For the person who'll wipe my tears.
But till then I'll keep on smiling.
Hiding under this hood I'm wearing.
Hoping one day I can smile,
Till then, I'll be here...waiting.
II. The HallII. The Hall3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wish he would notice me.
Notice that I love him.
"Oh, you're back now."
Yeah. How are you?
"What kinda question is that? I'm fine.
Why wouldn't I be?"
Oh, I just thought you would be sad, being all alone
So without me around, you're ha-
"Don't. Just don't hurt your own feelings with that
"And please, don't cry again."
I'm going to my room for a while.
"Alright, I guess I'll just watch over everything again."
UnyieldingMy cage is soft as gossamerUnyielding2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as strong as boundless steel
My hands are scarred and bloody
for I refuse to kneel
but beat upon my gilded cage
until my arms grow weak
and sing my will in words unknown
until I cannot speak
My rage is frozen sharp and cold
a blade to cut the thread
tempered by the focus
in every drop I've bled
My cage is soft as gossamer
as strong as timeless stone
My hands are scarred and bloody
I will not die alone
SpeakSpoken is a form of art as real as any sculpture more pliable than clay.Speak2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Each voice giving new life and changing the impact, indeed the very meaning with every new inflection and subtle nuance.
The pen is both my brush and sword and has seen the best and worst of personal war and peace. I leave it stark against the paper for you to dissect and therefore judge as you would see fit. It's all of me open and bleeding between the scars, the varied patterns of my life that create the intricate map of who I was, what I wished to be and what I continue to evolve into.
Amazing how looking back it was so clear, my own answers in every metaphorical I could ask and still I felt lost and drift to this day. I leave bottles of words to float the tides and find their way back to me. I expect no other rescue and am content in my own turmoil.
Chaos has become a comfort I can count on... And still I try to arrange my feelings and make order of the mess I need.
Spoken is pain that has nowhere else to go,