I am a turtleI am a turtleI am a turtle2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell meLipstick Stained Kisses2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,Shattered Stars1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
AddictionSheAddiction10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Does not see
One that lingers
On your lips as
You get drunk on the
Ghost of her
Fleeting presence, her
Faded footsteps are like
Thunder in your chaotic mind
Does not hear
The inebriated slurs in your
Voice, they are the
Bridges connecting the
Notes of another
Mellifluous cacophony that
Sounded better in your
Head but when
You get drunk you
Tend to forget such things
Does not feel
Heart, it is pumping
Blood with enough
Through it to
Knock you dead, but you
Are too busy showing
Off your best dance moves,
You don't even care
Does not care
About whether or
Not you will be
Sober enough to get
Yourself home the next
Morning, she is
Not your designated
Driver, she always
Leaves before the
Night is over,
She always leaves
Does not know
You have no
Choice but to
In Love With Others MadnessEvery night and everyday i help those who need a hand.In Love With Others Madness15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some nights only one asks for help
Some nights no one asks for help
And on nights like tonight,
Im grateful to suffer this cursid insomnia
I deal with one, and then another comes along,
Again and again,
All night long,
This task of hearing people's cries,
And hearing the stories of their pleading souls
Should be torture to my ears
It's pure, unadulterated bliss
It relaxes me like no book ever could
It was once a task that maddened me
But now im driven insane without it...
Blessed beBlessed are thee.Blessed be7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Blessed are the things we see.
Blessed is what we need.
So I say Blessed be.
Look to the sky.
Look to the sea.
look in the fire as it keeps you warm.
and in the earth.
and say we are not blessed already.
Why must it take a tragedy to get you to see.
why must Thousands die and humans cry.
to get us to see.
A actor or singer dies.
and everyone grieves years to come
but let a family member die and its all said and done.
where is the loyalty.
from children we came to men and women we become.
From Goddess to God lord and lady.
the gifts they come.
But we don't see them because there not trendy.
Blessed may you be.
To the person on the corner with everything.
to the person in the gutter.
You don't give a thing.
but the man in the gutter
His last supper he just gave away for free.
tonight when you go to bed think on your knees.
the man in the gutter.
the woman on the street.
the kids with nothing to eat.
Tell them you are not blessed.
and see if you c
Creation and DestructionTo write a book, one needs years of experienceCreation and Destruction11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
months of reflection and ours upon hours of hard work.
To destroy a book, all one needs
is a match, a minute and a dull mind.
Talkh O Farhadز هر 4 جهت بستی تو راه من،Talkh O Farhad16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
گرفتی امیدو ز دنیای من !
چنان بر زمینم همی میزنی
که گویی به قتلم تو بستی کمر !
چنان بال میدهی، بشکنی
گهی مثل سنگ و گه انگشتری !
به عرش اعلا مرا می بری
Taken Over My LifeWhy am I so stupid?Taken Over My Life21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why am I so blind?
Why am I so mean?
I think I'm loosing my mind.
Who am I to say?
Who am I to be?
Who am I to say and do,
The things that make me, me?
Where do I think I'll go in life?
Where do I think I'll end?
Where do I think I'll take my last breath,
And will I ever mend?
How am I still going through life?
How am I still here?
How am I still liked by some?
Especially Natty and Bk my dear.
When will this all end?
When will I be abandoned?
When will this end?
The illusion that I'm stranded?
What is going on here?
What is going to be?
What is going to happen,
to poor old me?
Every DayCan you see past him?Every Day1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I live in his shadow!
I know he looked a lot better,
and i think he was smarter too,
I know he had a lot more friends
and his tears attracted more people,
i know he cheated more often,
yet the moral high ground was his,
but i am also a person,
and i have a story too!
I know my mama's just a junkie, and
and his dad was more into abuse,
I know he cut more often,
And he got drunk
and much worse stuff,
LOOK AT ME!
THIS AIN'T ENOUGH!
I suffered the same as he did
I am stronger so I cry less tears
I am smarter so I escape the blows
I am used to this so I withstand
I just want you to see me as an equal to him!
His screams are louder
so you hear him only
I am coherent
yet you fully reject me
Can you see I live in his shadow?
I just want you to see past him...
Voices In My HeadThey called me loserVoices In My Head2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A shadow of what's left of a human being
They told me I'm worthless
That I'll never amount to anything
These demons whispering in my mind
Didn't come from nowhere
They grew in the mind of a little girl
Who was forced to grow up too fast
They are my insecurity
They are my guilt
They are my fears
You see, one night
I was feeling alone inside a house full of people
For no reason, I didn't need one
I'd accepted that my heart was dead
My grandmother, God rest her soul
I can feel her embrace when I feel like giving up
I'd felt like I've failed her before she was even gone
Then that day I was standing there
Over her grave
Hours before I stared at a box of ashes in my lap
I held a red rose as I felt my heart sink into the ground
Had I given up my legacy before she could see me succeed?
A flood of guilt and selfishness washed over me
I couldn't feel my legs and couldn't speak one word
And I forgotten my own own name
Young LoveTwice upon a few times you've heard the story of a young girlYoung Love2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She met a man who turned her world upside down
I'm sorry to report
She isn't a beautiful sight right now
Hard to say if she ever was
There was a time when she had dreams
When her life didn't end when she found her true love
Her aspirations had no limitations, as she was young and reckless
Living with wild abandon
Aiming to change the world
But she became restless when she met him
And soon enough she would rest less when she let him have his way.
It was so easy to see, and even easier said that her wildest ambitions were now things of the past
Because years passed and slowly but surely
His love began to enslave her
His hands restrained her
And his vision of their future maimed hers
But his words made it all feel like paradise.
Every time his lips moved the mirage would appear
Her eyes glazed over, mind taken over
Her ears filled with lies so sincere
She ate from the palm of his hand where
Every Word Of ItIf you can tell a story no one else can tell, than do it. Make sure people know every word of it.Every Word Of It2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
UntitledIt's hard to even pretend to be happy when you know you're the worst kind of everythingUntitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Found in the PastMy life is dying and making it hard to breath hard to move I still think I don't want to malt into the ground with everyone that is already in the ground just sitting still the life that I have has died into the ground no love no friends nothing that I had in the past I don't have anything in my life that makes me what to live in this damned life its just to late in this life to do anything that would mean something or anything to me so many lies so many of them have broken my dark heart all I asked of them is to treat me right and they cant even do that as my blood malts down in the ground as I have lost everything my dreams my family my soul there isn't anything that has to be here in this damned lifeFound in the Past2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This NoteThe note's words are blurry from several years passed byThis Note24 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I still remember what it read and it still makes me want to cry
It was a poem written for me, I remember how you read
The single piece of loose-leaf paper, saying exactly what it said
The story of our life and what it was meant to be
I remember what was written about you and me
It said I was there for you and those words felt so true
Everyday I stood beside you through troubles, many or few
But then one fateful day, I guess I wasn't enough
You decided for yourself that life just too much
And at your funeral the following week, I held that poem in my hand
Those words didn't match your decision, I didn't understand
How could you write that you loved me and a week later take it away
You promised our forever would last longer than a few days
And as I stand before your grave, a few has passed since then
I still can't make myself believe that all was "could have been"
I'm still a little angry you never told me you felt that strife
The night that blindsIt was the night that stole my mind,The night that blinds1 hour ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or the moon that made me blind,
so I can't see anything around
but the stars that break me down.
Shine a light across my doom,
make my life explode and bloom,
for all I want is to arise
and get rid of all this demise.
For the night couldn't take me anymore
and myself I could finally restore,
as I'll be able to see again
and cherish the long gone disdain.
Nearer than deathThere isNearer than death4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
La fecha de caducidad del amorHay mucha gente en este mundo tratando de encontrar el amor, ya pensando que algún día expira este amor.La fecha de caducidad del amor5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Esto no es amor.
Porque este sentimiento expirará.
Pero el amor verdadero no viene con una fecha de caducidad.