Fly little childChild of air and lightFly little child21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
AbuseIs this even friendship?Abuse18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have no cuts and scars to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
I have no bruises or broken bones to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
But I can assure you
the cuts and scars and bruises are within.
Secrets are hidden from me
Lies are told to me
But is there any love for me?
My energy is being drained
My mind is being played with
My emotions are just a game
I am being manipulated.
It's been going on for too long
My anxiety and depression gets the best of me
That I often get abdominal pains.
I may not be hurting on the outside
But it hurts very much inside.
As I am hurting, my love for this friend of mine slowly
Is this emotional abuse?
Mean StreetsHe walks the streets from day to night,Mean Streets1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
surviving the chaos that looms left to right.
Small children cry to him for his sack lunch,
and he cries too while they solemnly munch.
Every corner bringing a new reason to hide,
and fear the laws he knows he must abide.
Surrounded by frustration, agony and decay,
and people who don't deserve to live this way.
He walks to get work he know he won't find,
every day is a journey to the unemployment line.
Each man standing from the front to the back,
all don their own form of veterans cap.
They have fought for their country and end up here,
broken and defeated and determined to persevere.
The dirt and the filth is what its all come down to,
and he wonders if he'll ever get through...
He bows his head and mouths a silent prayer,
in hopes that someone above will wake up and care.
He longs to wake up to a world filled with green,
where the streets are not darkened and mean.
He longs to see past the blackened smoke stacks,
past the dying children and
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,A Noble War2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
The ButterflyA wonder of colors,The Butterfly2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sprawled on delicate wings.
Awe struck glances,
At the most complicated simple things.
Inspiring and glorious,
Charming and enchanted.
Ducking and diving,
Even flying slanted.
Bursts of yellow,
Flashes of blue,
Flares of orange,
They glimmer and shine every color hue.
So small and tender,
So shy and free.
Floating along in the breeze,
Just as happy as can be.
People overlook them,
Pass them by.
But some people appreciate these majestic creatures,
And help the ones who are broken fly.
There's not a moment more precious,
Then when one lands upon your finger.
You fill with pride and joy,
Feeling the trust linger.
Hold them gently,
Let them fly.
Observe them carefully,
And learn the regal ways of the butterfly.
EpitaphWhen you're psychologically unstableEpitaph16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You need somebody there who can help you turn the tables
And who is able to hold on when you feel like letting go
When you think you could disappear and noone would even know
I was alone and in the shadows
Tracing scars and making cuts
Trying to live, but all for what?
I don't want others to ever feel the same
I want them to find comfort when they see my name
You may not think so but I believe I could save a lot of lives
I'm a victim of self harming and guess what - I survived.
I had no purpose, felt no end
My lonliness was my best friend
For years I fought and mostly lost
Sometimes I'd win, but at such cost
It's cliche`, I'll be the first to admit it
But I want to help
That's why I submitted
This is the something that means everything if I could make you understand
I just want to be the person who reaches back into the blackness for another victims hand
I don't want the money, the subscribers or the fame
I just want c
the colorblind artist.My reasons are all metaphorsthe colorblind artist.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That rhyme is not a part of
And it becomes difficult to put
Myself at peace
With the puzzle that I am a part of
Because each notion becomes
Like a simile as each sensible choice
Becomes like an analogy
When everything I see becomes
A proverbial verse of insight for
The blind man scared of the dark
And my moments of clarity are
The trees seen before the forest
That are used to ink down my
Last sane thoughts
Under a sky which we reach for
In hopes of shining as bright as
Them when in truth,
They have already burnt out
Unscripted PoemI tread the stairs of Heaven boldly,Unscripted Poem2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Bright and furious, my stars shine on.
Shirk I not, the call of duty,
Brightest blood, in battle splashed,
My armor rings with purpose.
Twilight wanes, the grasp of night,
my eternal embrace in Glory.
Light calls to me, I will away,
my reward secured and rightly.
A Game PlayedLike a gameA Game Played3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that needs to be played.
Like a pawn
moved on the board.
Piece by piece,
the memories fail
only to be replaced.
What is eventually left
is only false.
it would be if
memory served us better.
No queens, no knights.
No spear at our throat
in the end.
Tired of running,
it is time to turn the hand.
This deck is dealt,
this soul done wandering.
This game is no fun,
this setup not working.
This falsity that has undergone.
A cling to light
from the shadows that surround us.
Can you help me?
I will stand here
I will stay by your side
but don't drag me down
with your negativity
and unchanging wrong.
I don't want to drown.
I want to fly instead.
This void in my heart
can be filled with more light
to drive out that evil
and make for a brighter future.
My feet feel tired,
my mind overworked
and ready for rest.
When will we find peace
without that feeling
of being played?
We are strong,
we can overcome
the wickedness of
this world and others.
Be guided by darkness
or by li
That Person.There’s this person. They are very confused. About what you might ask. About life, is my answer. Sometimes, they like to sit and ponder the imponderable. To let all their thoughts overflow like waterfalls because there are not enough of hours in a day to think of what they think about. And then where’s the time to tell someone else about their thoughts. So they bottle them up. Safe in their thoughtful fortress. This may make them insane.That Person.10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
However, this person, is of course a human being, who some say evolved from apes, others say made in the image of God. Either way this person is incredibly complex. That to me it would be impossible to list and match to a certain trait. That person’s person hood cannot be restricted wholly or exclusively, to the identifier.
This person wants to know what they are good at; since we all look different surely our purpose can’t be the same. Therefore, a stereotype cannot label anyone. This person want
Untitled.sing to meUntitled.15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in your ocean tide voice.
crash into me. hurtle your stones
and sea shells
against my skin and make me sway.
hold on to me
with your straying grasp. collide
your runaway train into mine.
don't end the sentence of my existence
with a question mark.
sleep with me.
give me space-time-synesthesia
so i can see the clock encircle me,
the calender sheets.
so i can recall what you have to do last tuesday
and did tomorrow.
when i see you
i really see you
walk with me.
slip your twitching fingers into the spaces
between mine. we may not fit 'perfect'
but we fit 'all right.'
dance for me.
bend your body in
skeletal origami. take me by the hand
and fold me a paper crane.
peel me away, layer after layer
till i am too light to fly,
blow in between my folds and set me
your thunderclouds and make me
sway. sway, to the breeze of your
starry night meadow. silence your oceans
and still flinch at the deafening roar.
hush my hurricanes, hush.
On Her OwnAfter she's gone, will anyone care? Will anyone ask around?On Her Own2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And if she's withered away and small, will anyone stop to frown?
If she became happy and felt good again, would anyone want be near?
Or is it only when the time is right, that anyone holds her dear?
Does anyone really want to know where she's going to go?
Or is the poor girl just going to fight this battle on her own?
What Good Is a DayWhat good is a dayWhat Good Is a Day2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When all hope is lost
When the rooster
Has no crow
What good is a day
When your lover has left you
Left you with
No place to go
Did you see
Those tears I cried
Or was that
Just a dream
I'm living in a
Eternally dark world
Was this hell
What good is a day
Without you by my side
With you constantly
What good is a day
Without your smile
For that's what
Makes my day
To Silence a SongTo silence a song, the bird needs to sing.To Silence a Song8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It can sing softly, or make your ears ring,
It can sing in a cage, it can sing in the trees,
It can sing in a range of real high-pitched keys,
Canaries in mines full of poisonous fumes,
Will still fill you up with wondrous tunes.
It needs to have heart, to have mind, and have soul,
And have a charisma that shall not get old,
It can lift spirits and heal broken hearts,
It can stop people from breaking apart.
The bird doesn't know it, it simply sings,
It doesn't realize what comforts it brings.
You don't need to have power, an influence here.
You don't need to speak loudly so the whole world can hear.
You just need to come close and whisper a taunting,
Say a few words that will become haunting.
Just call the song stupid, note it's off-key,
Insist that the bird has no place be.
The bird might laugh it off, claim it's unintended,
But your words in its brain will be firmly cemented.
They will burn, they will freeze, they will squirm, they will sque
What's A Name?What’s a name?What's A Name?10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A form of identification
Stamped on a life from the moment of birth
It becomes a singular definition of self
What’s a name?
A name is a trigger
A shot to the brain
Invoking images of happy moments spent with the ones you love
Or injecting venom into your heart at the thought of a hated foe
A name is a weight wrapped around your throat
A tidy little box that’s shoved right down our guts
Driven by the need to define
The insistence to prove that everything can fit on a neat little line
Why must I be put in a box?
Why do people need labels?
Why black when skin is brown?
Why white when skin is beige?
Why must I be gay if I’m not happy?
Why must she be bi if there’s only one her?
A form of identification
A name is both a blessing and a curse
It’s up to the owner to decide how they will let a name define
PerfectPut pride into who you arePerfect12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Everyone is different
Reunite with your true self
Fuck what society says
Everyone is unique in their own way
Cry out to the world who you are
There is no such thing as being perfect
Forgive Yourself.The shadows that have filled up my heartForgive Yourself.13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Made up of pure regret,
The pain that has left a mark on my life
Will never let me forget.
The time I have wasted,
Telling myself it was hate,
I never realized that I was wrong
Until it was too late.
When the words reached my ears that day
I remember my bags hitting the floor,
The silent tears streaming down my face
As I leaned up against the door.
The words getting stuck in my throat
Vocal cords refusing to work,
Dad trying to remove my coat
Down the drain goes my hope.
Guilt clouded my heart and my mind
For days upon days.
I pushed everyone away,
Even if they were just trying to be kind.
Never will she be forgiven,
nobody will forget what she has done.
But love and good memories
Will be remembered with
It Won't Let GoOnly now do I realizeIt Won't Let Go16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What I've done.
And now besides my shadow,
There is no one.
I am out of my mind,
Too busy worrying
About how much of
That I've gotten.
It's taken over me
And it won't let go
And now I know
I am not supposed
To be breathing.
The days of the pastWhatever happened to the days which we’d spendThe days of the past18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just talking to each other to no end
I miss the past where we were so close
Always in contact with one another is what I miss most.
I wish time doesn’t change how we feel
Cause time won’t ever help me heal,
You’re number one to me and you’re my everything
When I found out you were leaving, it did more than just sting
My heart sunk, my soul shattered
You were the only thing that ever mattered
Not no money, not no possessions
You’re the reason every day I awaken.
I find no other true happiness in my life
It was you I was hoping one day, to be my wife.
So I lie here now with nothing left to be
Only regret, remorse forever to stay with me.
Goodbye, my half.I wonder if we had met in another life,Goodbye, my half.22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
if we could have been real lovers.
I wonder if that was so,
then right now I wouldn't be huddled under covers.
I wonder if you're doing all right,
or if you've been, once again, picking fights.
I wonder if you're eating and sleeping properly?
What's going on in your life?
These are things I think of throughout my restless night.
Yes, these are my nights of grieving
over the loss of you, who I couldn't see eye to eye with.
Yes, for it was not only you who was deceiving
but you were nonetheless loved and now you are missed.
Goodbye my half love.
Might we meet again.
Goodbye my half friend.
For it is you who I will watch to the end.
Spark, Flame, and Ashes.What has turned to ashes was once burning,Spark, Flame, and Ashes.1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In a campfire or crematorium,
It's all the same in the end.
What is lost was once in love,
Sharing secrets no one knows,
Some should have been taken to the grave.
I should have known
Never to let our lips touch,
Never to share those tightly held lies.
All disguised by the feelings
Never truly revealing the truth inside.
We were never really saying much at all.
What has turned to smoke was once burning
In a lit cigarette or candle flame.
It still aches to say your name.
What is hurt was once love,
Turned sour by realizations,
That sometimes things just burn away.
I should have never stayed.
Vodka und AbsinthLiebster,Vodka und Absinth2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
denn jeder Name, den Du mir gibst
rührt die Seiten meines Herzens an.
denn Du, als erster, einziger
hast mein Herz erkannt.
im selben Moment
Du kühlst den Schmerz
der mich verbrennt.
Zweieinig, uns einig,
eines mit Dir,
im Gefühl, in der Seele
im Jetzt und im Hier.
Poem I wrote about a friend.I need to run away and play some music while I'm goinPoem I wrote about a friend.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've had it with this life, I need a new one
This one sucks, I hate it so bad
I never thought that I would feel so sad
This ain't poetry, this is a love you see
A love that was never ever meant to be
I gave you the world, anything you wanted
But all I gave you, you threw it back at me like a gauntlet
All you did was use me, like I was a tool
I never thought that I could be such a fool
I always saw the bright side of you
The love, the trust, but all of that was never true
You smoke, you drink, your very underage
And now I can see that you put me in a cage
I've had it, I'm sick of your lies
Sick of seeing those bones and your skinny thighs
All the things you don't believe are a part of you
All of the things you never thought were really true
I loved you, you deceived me
Well I guess that's your own misery!
I've moved on, I've shipped out
There's no backing out
All I want you to do
Is be kind to yourself, I'm out!
leafWhen you stop your bike.leaf2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
At the top of the hill
To wipe your sweat away
And you look up
To see the last amber leaf
Clinging to the tree.
Watch as it flits in the wind.
Snaps and comes tumbling down
Joining its sisters in the dead.
What once was green and new
Is now smashed into your bike wheel.
When this happens
Watched by you in a passing glance.
Know that leaf was me.