Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for meJust For A Second3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
bleeding wateryou're eleven when he tells youbleeding water3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he loves you
but that he loves her more
because the ribbon looks nicest in her hair
and you think you can understand
because, really, she has great hair
but he kisses her and not you
and you feel like your life is over
and your mom laughs and tells you it'll be okay
because you were only eleven
but it doesn't make it hurt any less
you're only eleven when you realize
your heart is just a touch more tender
than most peoples.
you're twelve years old when you
start to really feel different
start to grab the skin around your
thighs and pull away when he
tries to do it
you're twelve years old when
you think about death
you're thirteen when you think you
might be in love with your best friend
because she makes you feel safe
when no one else can
you're still thirteen and feeling different
has turned into feeling sick
and you cry to yourself in the mirror, watching
your reflection bleed water from its eyes
as if you're watching a movie because
it's you but you ca
InuKag Week 2013 - WalkWALKING WILL NOT BE THE SAMEInuKag Week 2013 - Walk20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This story takes place after the end of the series when Kagome returned with Inuyasha...
The sun rays illuminated the home of Inuyasha and Kagome. Only that Kagome had something plan for them that day.
"What a beautiful day." Kagome said. She went out side and Inuyasha followed her.
"It's not different from yesterday." The half-breed replay.
"Oh, Inuyasha." She said a bit annoyed, but then she smiled creeping him out.
"What…?" He asked nervously.
"Let's go for a walk today." She simply said.
"Umm… OK." He didn't found that special at all. They always went for walks whenever they had the chance. Kagome smiled and took his hand without letting go.
"W-What are you doing?!" He demanded while his cheeks turned red as his kimono.
"I want to be holding hands with you this time." She smiled.
"Let's go!" She pulled him without question.
They kept walking for a few minutes, but Kagome didn't let go of his hand and Inuyasha didn't stop blushing.
Worst FightI found a rusty bloody bladeWorst Fight18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it became the worst fight
making me barred in an iron cage
that kept me up at night.
The pain floods down my skin
when did life wear so thin?
Crying from what life has been
while you all sit back and grin.
I can't figure this out
the intoxicating clutches of doubt
while I try to reach out and shout
but nothing ever seems to come out.
I found a rusty razor that took me back
to my life in the shadows that was full of black
that made me have an anxiety attack
wishing someone would come back.
The worst fight of my life
wasn't only with a knife
but clutching me was the painful strife
that stabbed me with the knife.
Emotions and blank faces
makes me fall amongst your graces
tearing out the ink filled pages
while I kept changing stages.
Through a ruthless maze
we may never look through this haze
but we can run through the days
fighting against the craze.
Two of the Same CoinYou’re the boy who throws his heart awayTwo of the Same Coin2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
begging his one true love to stay
throwing his love like a token
when all she does is keep her feeling locked at bay.
You’re the boy with a real nice smile
that is torn to pieces with your past
when your love turned on you
and your mother was never even there.
But, love let me tell you what it’s like to try
that in time it will all be alright
and there is no reason to tell your heart goodbye,
so dry those tears because everything will be alright.
Just a little bit broken is a girl in the mirror
seeing her life pass her by
all she can ever do is break down and cry
because life gave her a curve ball and went right through her.
She has a real nice smile
that has been torn with her past
with the love that turned
and your father was never even there.
But, love let me tell you it’s worth a try
that in time it will be alright
and there is no need to tell your heart goodbye
so dry those tears because everything will be alright
Anything but BeautifulIt seems that people need to be educatedAnything but Beautiful2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Teens and people in general alike
Of something that kills me to see being misunderstood
Sadness is not poetic
Being cynical and hateful is not glamorous
It does not make you cool or interesting when you are constantly reminded
That you are not happy with the way things are
Self-hatred and dissatisfaction are not cute
They are not quirks
They are not tragically beautiful
They are just tragic
There is nothing lovable about padlocks and being pissed off
Locked up in layers of abhorrence towards the people who wrong you every day
With off-handed jokes about things that you’ve once mentioned bother you
And every time it’s brought up again under the forgotten confession of insecurity
Your handcuffs are just tightened a little more
But this isn’t any BDSM kink that people are meant to enjoy
A bit of whipped cream will not make the sex any sweeter
When I’m tied down to the bed frame that belongs to people
High CountryUp in the high countryHigh Country3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where only the stock men go
A place where the wild brumbies roam
A lush bush land full of life
A place where the sapphire sky stretches as far as the eye can see
And beauty is never tainted
High upon a ridge a mighty stallion stands
King of his herd, guardian of young and old
He raises his head towards the darkening sky
Grey clouds are rolling by
Deep within his heart he knows that winter is upon them
And he will have to lead his herd to winter pasture in the valleys below.
Down the mountain side, past the old wombat holes
Past the old gum tree where the foals play and frolic
Up in the high country
Where only the stock men roam
The first stars of snow drift softy to the ground
Dancing and swaying on a chilly breeze
Soon this lush green landscape will become laced in white
Glittering diamonds, upon an emerald landscape.
A peaceful sheet of white deep within the heartland
Wombats roam, snorting and digging,
Searching for food beneath the icy blanket
Winter is upon
Don't Be OverthrownPeople will kick you downDon't Be Overthrown21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but don't bow down because you're not the clown
these times will pass even If you feel like you're about to drown,
those people can't stop you when you're wearing the crown.
Break out of this cage
and let go of this ruthless rage
while turning a new page
and race this life never looking at the gauge.
You're not alone
even if you feel out of your zone
don't let these people make you feel thrown
over the edge when you, I know have grown.
So say goodbye to that friend you knew as the trigger
and throw away that rusted blade you thought was bigger.
there will always be a new dawn
so don't be played in their game like a pawn.
People will kick you down
but don't bow down because you're not the clown
these times will pass even If you feel like you're about to drown,
those people can't stop you when you're wearing the crown.
Don't BotherMy hate blurs in many colorsDon't Bother6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
while my heart only bleeds blue,
I don't like pain
but I only destroy myself.
Stop blaming everyone else
when we all do this ourselves,
we sing crimson lullabies
but that doesn't mean you try to make it a case.
You'll run in a labyrinth until you drop
knowing this maze will never stop
but who cares when you'll never be at the top?
running from your life like your being hunted by cops.
I hide behind a theatre
and rewrite my identity more than twice
pretty girl who feels trapped
and with every rip she'll keep making a trip.
I'll burn these lies crumbling this theatre down
before I feel like I'm going to drown
I don't care if I get the crown
I just want to leave this hopeless show before I become the clown.
Don't try to tell me how you feel
when I have my own problems
I'll be lucky if I can breathe tomorrow
with these feeble walls closing in.
FallenFallenFallen20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I must confess that I endure great duress when I write.
For I feel such a pressure to succeed that I almost bleed my own blood onto the paper and use it as ink; it’s so hard for me to think.
And as I flip through the empty pages before me my heart yearns to implore my mind and my hand to work together to write such decadent words that could make the soul turn and the world burn.
Some say that words are like fallen angels which ache for the light of heaven. I say that words on paper have just begun their work and could do much more on a sheet of paper than they could ever do in your mind.
Let’s rewind. Get back to our grass roots before everything started to rot and tumble and trip and stumble and tie itself into complicated knots.
Let’s be honest, who really wants to be who they are? I most certainly don’t want to be myself. I wish that I was someone else. I look out at the other people in the world as though they are a reflection of me. I see wh
Art and FramesMy best friendArt and Frames23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The girl who looks up to optimism with
Empty but bright eyes
The girl who hides her scars
In order to get to class
The broken girl
With the drive to live a little
But better wasn’t good enough for the lesser
See, they took her innocence
And framed it like the artist she was.
The one who had a friend die
Died inside and left the world she knew for dead.
She took my best friend and placed her in frame
Frame her for dead.
All is fair in love and war
Expect when war is created by the ones you love
The ones you
She says I have a soft spot for broken people
And yes, that may be true
But I also have a soft spot for
I love you.
Not step out of that frame,
Give it a proper owner.
Show the world you are were the inspiration
And then burn it where it stands
You are a flame
And although it is a dimly lit room,
My Plea To YouSo that’s it? You’re just gonna roll over, just give up?My Plea To You1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Get up! I know it’s hard, but you shouldn’t give a fuck
What others think. Let them think their fucking thoughts,
Ignore ‘em, don’t let name calling get you distraught,
They called you selfish? We both know you ain’t, so show some restraint
Instead of yelling “fuck the world” and deciding to paint
Your parents’ suspicions with evidence to match!
If you’re really what they say, I wouldn’t have attached
Myself to you the way I did back then, and even today
I wouldn’t think of you a sister, don’t dismay,
If this venom in my tone surprises you, I’m sorry
But I can’t just let this fly, the way you make me worry
When you put up stupid fucking idiotic tweets,
About how alcohol makes everything a much easier feat,
“Oh, of course he’d get mad about that, whatever”
Is what you’re probably thinking, “he’ll be l
Sure I canStraighten my hair,Sure I can2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or wear it goth or punk or classic -
I could wear fancy high heels and a sexy dress,
Walk around the world without my glasses,
Sure I can
Color my face with makeup
and my nails with black,
Talk dirty and offensive, or forever hold it back.
And it's true
I can sing, it's kinda nice:
Rock, and Pop and even some Classic,
And I used to play the guitar - some Rock, some Spanish,
I can do creative writing - funny, sad, or kinda lame,
I can open up my heart,
or forever stay the same.
Thing is, all of this, whenever I did it and
whatever I used to be like,
it was always who I really was - you see,
being an excellent liar - it's just a part of the real me.
(And yet, there's something about being Karen,
Long and curly hair, glasses,
cartoonist, awkward -
it kinda feels like coming back home.)
ten thoughts to be deleted. oneten thoughts to be deleted2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i’ve had a feeling which began god-knows-when, around about the time when my parents left me. what a coincidence. this feeling swallows me whole, so i’ve since concluded that Fear Of Abandonment has a vore fetish.
they didn’t even say why they didn’t want me; no clues or riddles to suss. but whatever the goddamn pathetic little reason, it doesn’t change the nagging fact that they left.
maybe my father was some drunk bastard who screwed my mother- his ex’s best friend- at a house party. i presume it was a party as they seemed young and stupid. but do poor people have parties? people presume they were poor. but what do i know? i’m just an ignorant rich kid.
maybe my mother was a fire-engine-red, lipstick-smeared prostitute, and he paid her ten dollars to suck his cock and sleep with the grotesque ugly thing that is my mother. though i’m not entirely sure what currency they used, but i am certain my mother wa
Rehabilitation by love.I used to always be wishing that people would leave me alone,Rehabilitation by love.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I even sometimes used to wish I came from a broken home,
so I had something I could talk about when I was feeling low,
instead of feeling I was making it all up as I went along,
these pills always used to be rather difficult to swallow,
they felt jagged in my throat, the thoughts left me hollow,
nowadays I can take four without even having problems,
let the chemicals wash through me until they're all gone,
so then I have to go out and find more, so I can rob them,
end up on the floor in the bathroom, where have four hours gone,
I think I must have collapsed, maybe it was from exhaustion,
guess the sleeping pills have stopped working, take a larger portion
I guess this lifestyle is not helping me exercise caution,
I can see my hands shaking, but I can't feel at all and,
I know the pain is breaking me up every morning,
what even is waking me up every morning,
then I remember who I met when my thoughts were controlling,
I was n
I'm Getting OutAll I have ever learned has been treacherous liesI'm Getting Out6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
making my heart bleed underneath a bottomless sky,
I run with fire making me labeled a liar
only proving that I can be a fighter.
You play your part and I'll throw the dart
so let's see when this will start.
I meant it when I wanted to get well
but I see no point in trusting your petty lies.
How many more times will I have to get up and fight
when you're all just a sad sight.
So, please check my reality
because it seems a little to soon to be seen.
Nobody will make a move
when there used to being empty
but I don't dare get up and preach
what I know you won't understand.
Let's hold the bible study and hear your words
only filled with hopes that you think are facts,
pointing the finger at the sinners
while you sit up their feeling like the winner.
Screaming in the pitch dark night
with nothing, nowhere in sight
we wonder like leeches in fright
looking for the next one to bite.
You throw tantrums screaming rituals in our head
making us fee
Tattered Spinesthe stitches and scars of past memories linger yet upon the pages of my heart,Tattered Spines3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this numb beating in my chest carries on like a broken wristwatch,
carrying with it the hours of my remaining life,
in the pages of this library are cobwebs of bitter memories,
past traumas lingering in the foreground of my thoughts,
the dust settles upon the shelves collecting in heaps leaving a fog over my mind
My Human SecretMost days I keep this silentMy Human Secret16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Keep it buried under bandages and wrappings and Hi, How Are You
How are you this fine... evening
But it festers and ruptures on occasion
Cracks and breaks and before I know it I'm slipping
All of the filth comes rushing forward
Guilt, depression, shame, angst
An old wound opening from the depths of what I call me
And at the core of it a name that in my better moments I could have sworn I'd forgotten
It comes on like a tidal wave
Memories fast and furious and aged two long, awful years
Two years of could-have-been anniversaries and Taylor Swift impressions
Two years of pretending I don't feel it
Of pretending that I'm better than he is
Of pretending that I will ever love the same way again
Two years of imagining what might happen if I ever I saw him again
Telling him off and walking away victorious, queen of my domain
Proving my deftness against his ghost
Shooting holes in phantom logic
Slicing steely shanks of imagined plasma
And three short months of knowi
social reentry,Winds beyond the soulsocial reentry,1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
watch over and burn us whole
silently solemnly we watch ourselves
rot without rotting
live without living
the flies begin to gather
and the hope springs anew
the soul begins to flutter
and the shell to crack
those watching are blinded by the box
superheated from friction
and besieged by time
the ground of the meta begins to fall away
and social reentry begins
scarred from experimentation
the old lab rat returns
the man with the clipboard, watches the screen intensely
the casualty meter from failed reentries
indicates in symbols, rather than figures
many grounds of approach full of holes
and bathed in lava
the islands grow smaller
and the opportunities as thin as water tension
careful adjustments are needed here
more opportunities are scorched by things beyond the board
the probe burns, and the rat dies, again...
the ashes recovered. Begin to form again
the angles redrawn,
the windows had changed
the curve was smoother....but thicker still
the ground belching smoke
Meeting my GrandfatherI am still working through the regret of never knowing my grandfatherMeeting my Grandfather1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember him as tall and silent, hated cats, and expresses the same emotional range as a couch
My mother tells me he was not an easy man to know and she would know because he was her father and she in some Freudian way married a man who is tall and silent, hates cats, expresses the same emotional range as a couch
I know there is a bit more to my father than that because I live with him but I saw my grandfather at most five times a year and as a small shy girl afraid of tall silent men there was no way I would know my grandfather.
I can say that I was his favorite granddaughter only by virtue of being the only granddaughter and even then he treated me no differently
I was another one of those loud wild things that got underfoot and should be quarantined to the basement but could in a pinch be bribed to shut up for a quarter
I was another of the rowdy rambunctious children that went out to the garden where my grandmo
Riding ShotgunBecause I was young and breathed, trembling, and cried too much, too oftenRiding Shotgun2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I asked my mother permission to bury me
They stuck me in many many cars
And told me to get better, however and whatever
getting better meant to me.
And there I sat
In the back seat, shotgun, driver’s seat of my
I discovered therapy and hated it for its obsolescence, because I didn’t need a doctor to tell me I was sick, I needed the cure
Which no one told me I could have, because I
“Needed to find it for myself.”
“Wasn’t all that bad, really.”
They saw my sins written up to my elbows and
The longer they looked, the less they wanted to see,
They saw, instead,
A case study.
So inside the car I went again, and again, up against the door, legs sprawled on the pleather seats
and from the rearview mirror I must have looked like a dead body.
And all this time inside cars made me thick-skinned.
The greatest virtue of my helpers, my betters, was maki
12-3-2013I asked you once if the Sun loved the other stars.12-3-20132 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You looked at me and shook your head.
“He doesn’t have time for such things,” you said.
Nodding, I turned back to the horizon.
The Sun hung low in the blushing sky.
It’s still a star and all stars die.
I shuddered at the thought, random as it was.
Darkness came and crickets chirped.
There was the familiar scuff of boots on dirt.
I turned to find that you had gone.
The Moon and fog are better company.
Though just as silent, I know what they expect of me.
Winter is a long and lonely season.
Spring comes as a sweet surprise.
Autumn is summer’s swift demise.
Though, I do not understand the point.
You barely fit twenty-four hours in a day.
Why set my heart to a seasonal delay?
Home was soon an afterthought.
I counted the stars like missed chances.
And listened intently for sacred wind dances.
I paused momentarily to curse the Sun.
Too stubborn to pause and love someone.
At the end, we were no different.
DepressionDepression hurts,Depression2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hopelessness and worry.
But I've been through it all,
so here's my story:
Hurt by hatred,
I walked alone.
Through this world,
I thought I'd known.
and I cried more.
I didn't want attention,
I didn't want scars.
So I did what people couldn't see,
so they wouldn't know my wars.
Closed the door,
to my room.
Sank to the floor,
and realized my doom.
Everything was black,
black and gray.
Like the wish,
for my final day.
I wanted no more,
I wished I had died.
But I needed the Lord,
so instead I just cried.
Couldn't bring myself to talk,
couldn't bring myself to eat.
Couldn't make myself get up,
couldn't make myself sleep.
I was tiny as a mouse,
but I still wasn't thin.
So I starved myself more,
and denied my own sin.
Everyone hated me,
About the days that tortured me,
and I was quite scared.
I could only draw sorrow,
and people dying.
People in death,
and people crying.
That's when I found,
my own way out.