Three MonthsThree monthsThree Months15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Three lousy months
What can happen in three months?
In three months the planet Mercury
Has already had an entire year of life
Eighty-eight days of rotation around this bright star we call a sun
In the time between my first and second birthday
Mercury has had four
Between my second and my fourth
Mercury has had eight more
In three months a tiny egg and tinier sperm
Can form what passes for a child
It opens and closes its fists, grasping for something it doesn’t know yet
Mommy presses a hand to her expanding stomach and feels the faintest flutter
Life is growing inside of life in three months
From April to June a change is taking place
The apple tree outside my window is budding and breaking blossoms
Scattering pink petals across the lawn
My mother’s tulips open for the sunlight
And almost as quickly wither and die in the growing heat of June
That’s all I had
When people hear, “I have three months to live,”
From the words of a loved
linger.it's funny howlinger.4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everytime I open up
the window prompt
I fail to find the words
found their way
from my heart and mind,
and out through my voice
could never land as proper text.
in this befuddled mess of thoughts
I don't blame or hate you anymore
but my question, is why?
did it get stale?
did you think you could find another
that would replace the things
I cherished doing for you?
scoff at me, laugh at me
flip through your POF, your Tinder, Snapchat
what have you,
just look at all those names, faces
of people who just want you for your body
and could any of them tell you the honest truth about you?
the truth that you didn't want to hear, yet
I had the balls to give it to you straight?
I was never scared that you would get angry at me
because I would rather have you be mad with me
than for you to stay blind,
no matter how much easier it would be.
what was the truth, you ask?
well, that you had flaws, like anyone
but not just like everyone,
I wanted to appreciate your fl
candelabrasmy parents never hit me. my mother might have slapped me a couple times and my dad threw a coffee cup at me when i was six because i spilled his medication, but i was never hit.candelabras8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i think it was because i was a good kid, straight a's and doing whatever they told me, getting involved in academics instead of sports and, well, avoiding all other forms of life because i was "shy" which would later be diagnosed as severe social anxiety and a laundry list of my faults to go with it.
but that's a story for another time and pretty much every bad poem i've ever thought into creation.
you know how parents always say you can tell them anything then they yell at you when you volunteer information? it's like once you have a child you automatically become a cynical hypocrite with lies of "i love you just the way you are" and "i would never do anything to hurt you" dripping from your lips like honeyed icicles turning your children into wendigos, hungry for freedom and starving for the truth.
HeySo you’ll see thisHey14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and probably think
because I haven’t really seen you in
and it’s weird
because I went online
and I looked at the photos
of your life
and it looks like my life
and its still weird
because I looked at my messages
and I remember writing them
like it was
And I saw your house,
and how its still the same
and I thought I saw your granny the other day
and I nearly jumped out of my skin
and I felt guilty.
But I think I felt pushed,
like you didn’t need me,
because you have him,
who you can laugh with,
So you don’t
Even though I miss you sometimes
because I haven’t had a friend like you since.
This Is Me This Is MeThis Is Me15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sitting on the bench, watching the clouds go by,
Watching the people in front of me walk on by,
Wondering why can’t the past die,
Wanting to be confident with who I am,
Only to be put down on denials bend,
Not resenting, not complaining,
Not going to break down while standing,
Accept what is here before you,
Accept what is true,
Accept what is real,
Accept what is me,
This is me,
That is you,
That is your destiny,
The person standing in front of you,
Don’t bother to try and change it,
This is real,
This is true,
This is me,
This is me,
Nobody else I would rather be
PaW #10: Cataract RotationAlthough the limb will not attach itselfPaW #10: Cataract Rotation9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is left to fester
If this dial is turned the wrong way
The process is sped up
Placed on a metal pedestal
And probed by these appliances
The secretion was sufficient
I cannot see past all these faces
Dissect the clouds to grasp at the hand inside
Weighted die, forcing this black hole
Archiving the roses stuck in blades
Cancelling the riot
Periphery peripherals, paraffin paraphernalia
There is that rogue lymphocyte
Enema beneficiary, jagged likeness
It keeps slipping past its stopping point
A cross-section reveals improvailing
Follow the green light
Follow the green light
‘Twas apathy that killed the cat
The sound is the same, regardless of its hearer
The wires are cut, so I don’t need to
Worry about the impending explosion
Regardless of the casualties around me
Scrambled alphabet, forgot the crime
Brick by brick, the accusations climb
Flames crawl into the thunderstorm
Is this how they attain stasus?
RunAs I lay my head downRun13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A million words and images
Fly across my eye lids
Screaming for attention
Begging to be heard
But I drown them with falsehoods
Telling myself stories
About what my life should be like
Rather than facing my demons
I run through the fantasies
UntitledThe hardened lines of heedless timeUntitled16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
encroach upon her childish eyes,
the light, the sighs we shared awhile
once 'pon a cherished night.
A flower's stem, half dry with lack
of fresh and fragrant love's attack,
her powdered skin now turning black
and pulling ever tight.
A love, a life, a loss we sow.
I do not nor shall ever know
what twist of chance,
what serpent's lie,
what devil's dance
could douse, not rouse the only flame
in this world truly bright.