Trapped In A CapsuleTrapped In A CapsuleTrapped In A Capsule3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we’re the young and xanax
panic attack with capsule shields,
with anxiety assaults
waiting right behind another
like a flock of swooping magpies.
or maybe swooping crows
‘cause this is killing you.
abilify’s next trying to reduce
the amplification of empty.
irony is the song of a bird
that has come to love its cage
so we take another
in order to stave,
save, replace, and repeat.
prozac, prozac, prozac,
pro sacks, pro sacks, pro sacks,
prose axed, prose axed, prose axed,
erase, erase, erase,
but two- but two- but two
shit, no. shit, no. shit, no
don’t break, don’t break, don’t break,
halve pill, halve pill, halve pill.
broken, broken, broken,
cycle, cycle, cycle,
i’ve broken- FUCK.
i need another pill.
paraphrase pills like quotes,
echolalia like a radio loop
like my brain’s a canvas
and my name is thomas kinkade.
Hymn to Lord Naturen wat sick resurrectionHymn to Lord Nature1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
nature sent ya
thru the brain holes of dementia
a ghost machine
in time cot dozin
buzz of songbird
and the holy cock
the underdogs are barking up the right cankeroffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesoffal horse sex organ rolling inthe fliesthe underdogs are barking up the right canker1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
mock CANYoN OF D grade MAGICK
Wetheral's beauty is only wedding photo deep
it has a werewolf microclimate-hot and cold at the same time(picture sweat bead on frozen hackle)
its whatsitsname river has a shallow violence the color of black tin
MinorityI am not a minority.Minority2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am a white,
I am not black,
I am not female,
I am not Jewish.
I can't complain how my standards are,
Because quite frankly they aren't that bad.
I am in college,
I have a home.
I have a job.
Give or take on how much money I'm making,
But you could call it a sustainable living.
I haven't been suppressed in my thoughts,
Because my voice was too quiet to speak up.
If I wanted to say something,
It would've been heard.
None of that matters.
Just because I am a white,
Does not mean the words that I say mean any less.
They don't mean any more for that matter.
When I speak,
Or when I write,
It is for the sake of saying something
Worth being heard.
Not because I have something to prove,
But because I have something to share.
My words are passionate,
And that's all that should matter.
I am a poet.
I will ramble what's on my mind,
Because that's how I vent.
That's what feels right to me.
I cannot speak for the masses,
Nebula WhirlwindI project inward in empathyNebula Whirlwind1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Into eyes of amber and glacier
I gaze outward toward a sea
Of images washed in a tussle
Set ablaze in flames and hope
Shouldering a mighty tempest
Sights of smoldering wonder
All dressed in the perceptions
Of the individual moments lived
And endured by a young woman
As a celestial body
Piercing through the horizon
On a watercolor afternoon
Her face of amiable softness
Dark and bronze and bright
Stars draped on flushed cheeks
Speckled lightly above a smile
Pressed into an affectionate kiss
Tasting of salt and chocolate
By some kind of incalculable fate
Such a person grew into being
Despite the past of hardship and pain
That threatens all who wish for peace
More than most, she can claim to this
That independence comes at