How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cryHow To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
A Nail In My HeartIn my heartA Nail In My Heart4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of loveThis isn't the type of love that deserves poetry19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that deserves poetry,
born out of an inability
to survive alone,
born from a necessity
to believe in a lie
I'll continue to whisper
in your ear each night.
"I'll protect you"...
A lie neither of us believe
and neither of us dispute
for fear of losing our only tether
to this decrepit existence
that we both fear so much...
this love isn't romantic
nor is it confrontational
its not comforting
nor is it disturbing,
It's merely there
sinking beside us
in the sea of life ,
that's gently drowning us,
we can almost breathe.
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.Mean5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,Passage of the Years1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStressOh the things I wish1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
So ColdDo you know what you are, Michael?So Cold4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you
You are cold
You cannot deny it
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am
I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I
I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games
I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much
I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-com
There's A Knock On The Front DoorI heard a knock on the front door,There's A Knock On The Front Door1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I thought it was my soldier,
but it was only a letter
that didn't have a sender;
just an handwritten letter
left by my front door.
There comes a moment in life
where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks
under the weight of a summer storm,
where the beauty of the world
fades to black and white and gray
as you stare off into the distance
too numb to think
and too shocked to question why.
When everything boils down to a moment -
when your past and your future
collide with each other
and obliterate the present,
when the things you had taken for granted
and you're just left with an empty shell,
a blank easel with no paper to draw on,
while paint is being thrown left and right
but you're untouchable,
just you, pure and white,
yet blacker than the ash you walk on,
the remnants of the explosion
that broke your heart and soul and mind.
That is the feeling
when there's a knock on the front door
and you think that it is your
The Practical List and the Bucket ListWhen I was four years oldThe Practical List and the Bucket List2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My mom and my dad
Told me that I could be
That I could do and be whatever I wanted to
And I believed them.
And other moms and dads
Told their four year olds
The same thing
And those four year olds believed them too.
And when I turned thirteen
The guidance councilor had a one on one with each kid
And she asked:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
And she handed me a list to choose from and told me to circle one
And I remembered
What my parents said
And I remembered what I wanted
But I didn’t see it on the list
I saw everything but what I wanted
So I asked her what was wrong with the list
And she gave me a steady look
Her glasses dangling on the bridge of her nose
And I raised an eyebrow and said:
“Well, why would anybody ever want to do such boring jobs?”
And she laughed
And she asked:
“Well…what do you want to be?”
And I smiled and said:
“I want to be an arti
Social AnxietyThese peopleSocial Anxiety6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but a moment of silence
stirs up unease
please, please, please,
don't be angry like those other
people were when this happened with them
please, please, please,
Those words are like wraith whispers
to the non-observant observing,
but on the inside, to me
my thoughts sound like shrieking
I just need understanding,
need these people to know
that in my heart, I know they are different;
In this pounding, tearing, beating flesh fist,
I know they aren't cruel,
it's just a reflex, a fear reflex
and I'm suffocating on the bottom of my past,
suffocating on the bottom of caustic words.
I'm trying to crawl out from underneath it all.
I know if I absorb that positive energy,
take it within myself and burn away the darkness within,
I can find the moonlight
and float with the Fae.
A Perfect WorldDescribe a perfect world?A Perfect World1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Perfect - make something completely free from faults or defects,
Otherwise known as ideal, ultimate, flawless.
No matter how perfect the world may seem it will never be flawless.
There will always be hurt and heartache in the world,
And that’s okay with me.
Without corruption we would not be able to handle ourselves when something catastrophic happens.
We would not be the people we are today.
We can try to hide all the horrible things wrong with the world,
But that does not mean that by forgetting these things mean it never happened.
So why describe a perfect world when we should describe an acceptable world.
A world that can be tolerable.
That’s the type of world I would like to live in.
A world without senseless murder and war.
A world where everyone can be free to be themselves.
A world where we are treated the same,
No matter gender, race, or sexual orientation.
A world where we are equal.
A world where we are one.
The city light, the orange light.I can hear it tapping on the bedroom door of my conscience,The city light, the orange light.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a silent wind that's playing Louis Armstrong on a broken record player,
There's an orange rain spilling from a street lamp into my bedroom through a un-curtained window.
I lay in my bed, and though I wished I was dead, all of my thoughts were turned to you.
I can feel your haunting claws embracing my body like a desire too deep for the sea, and yet, I'm alone tonight.
You never liked how I turned my body into a book, but you never complained.
I'am a damned good story to read.
A mystery novel written by a long dead author.
The orange rain drops 10 feet from the window and lands sideways on my wall.
It drains into the cracks of my closet door frame, and sets a light of God from within.
Soft cotton blooms under my sleepy carcass and folds between the crevasses of my form, and I become a moaning chrysalis with a fire set in it's chest.
Maleficence and wine swarms like wasps above my head and they're both drowning in the city
The Refusing HandThe Refusing HandThe Refusing Hand1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Remember what mouths you are feeding,
Because there are people who will stab you in the back
And then ask why are you bleeding?
My eternal sighLife tends to shift at timesMy eternal sigh4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as all the good times roll
and along the beaten path we tread
we find our lifelong goal.
So here we walk upon the sand
trying to pretend
that nothing hurts
and nothing dies
and nothing has to end.
Here along that beaten path
our fathers share, to say
that young men live and young men die
but old live everyday
So creeping forward
day by day
the seagulls passing by
I lay upon the rotting land
and lonely there I cry.
For the heavens wait for me
plotting once again
a good time here
a hardship there
intriguing me to end
and all it's trembling toys.
and bending to the noise
inside my head
the world intrudes
and my imagination dies
and fades into my souls abyss
remains replaces by lies.
Desperate now, this time of need
I hold my hands up high
praying for the rain to come
and cleanse me from the sky.
It can't be time to hold my breath
and shed my eternal sigh
I've still got years to make things right
Seraphim of Sand (Edited)I used to remember autumn leaves falling on coiling asphalt,Seraphim of Sand (Edited)1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dripping like saccharine flames down onto restless wonder.
I used to remember angels,
Haloes, surrounding hope and frolicking in between memories of melded glass.
I used to remember hidden optimism,
Just around corners, in alleyways, in homes, in shelters.
But those leaves were swept away, gone when the wind came,
That glass was shattered into unrecognizable splinters of wood,
And that optimism rotted away like it never existed.
It probably didn't.
Because the replacement of all this took away tranquility,
Took away that serene gait,
Distorted joy into undisguised hate,
The betterment of people now late
In awing silence of illusions of innovation.
The seraphim sending misshapen echoes,
Reminding us that Angels were but Angels,
Seraphs were but Seraphs,
God was but God.
Human, was but human.
That lies, were but lies.
Maybe it was just a lie, a dream, a fantasy.
Maybe it was s
[the beautiful words of oscar the cat]-THE WORDS OF OSCAR THE CAT-[the beautiful words of oscar the cat]1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
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Forbidden PlacesI never liedForbidden Places5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How unusual, don´t you think?
I searched for answers
through all forbidden places
All my sweet prayers where did you go?
Down to the heat of hell ...
or up to the heaven in it´s distant playful grave?
I never felt sorry
I don´t know shame
and love is just a word ... no more ...like a name of departed friend
or beloved foe I've never met
I searched for answers
through all forbidden places
I´m sentenced like goddess Tiamat
Chained in Marduk´s nasty trap
How pretty performance I made
Feeling pleasure with every stab
Searching for answers through forbidden places
Truth Seaker Princess Trapped in Spider Web
Burning LightsThe fire that never goes out.Burning Lights6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Does it even exist?
Or does die in the darkness of despair?
Can it warm a single person?
Or can it warm an entire people?
It is a life saver?
Or is it a life taker?
I saw the fire and the bright flame.
It didn’t have a name.
Yet it was so tame.
Was I the same?
Was I the flame that has fame?
The fire went and it came.
And my face was covered with shame.
I felt so lame.
My shame was hanged in a frame.
Was I the one to blame?
I realized that the light
was the reason I came.
And if anyone defies the light.
I simply respond back
I am this burning light
Will I be the light that I am?
Face of Ross 308YoursFace of Ross 3083 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My First Love And ApologiesI love you.My First Love And Apologies3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love the way you talked to me,
The way you smiled,
The way you laughed,
The way your eyes sparkled when I'm talking to you.
I've fallen hard for you.
Have you fallen hard for me?
I'm sorry, sorry I've never told you how I felt.
I'm sorry I broke your promise to never ignore you and to always stay friends.
I'm sorry we're not talking anymore, just exchanging glances.
I'm sorry I broke your heart.
Sorry I've rejected and ignored you even though I knew I loved you.
I'm sorry I'm a fool for you.
On the wolves howling behind your eyesNothing every really lasts-On the wolves howling behind your eyes4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everything we thought would is dead and buried in the past.
Clinging to the things you can manage to hold on to,
you wear your sorrow like armor,
steel plated and layered with despair,
laced with anger,
you march out into the battle field that is the world around you
here we take all of the innocent and slaughter them with our guilt,
never good enough,
not good enough for the stars or the moon or the sea,
not even good enough for yourself,
always whispering "do more"
travel deep inside of yourself,
ask for the demons and monsters,
because I have learned that they think you are perfect, and that you deserve to cradle and crush the world
into as many pieces as your withered heart desires,
let the words you tried to say decay inside of you until there are maggots crawling inside your head,
You are now alive and rotting.
You are a lion being told not to roar,
let your heart fill with pride and scream till the jealous wind whisks your voice away,
until you are cr
RealityDreams are a futile thing created by humans that they have had since they first emerged from the earth. All men/women have dreams, things like "I wanna be a astronaut" and etc. But the most stupid of dreams is "I want the world to be perfect." By all the laws of the universe, nothing is perfect.Reality5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If the world was EVER perfect, we'd have no reason to continue our already pointless existence. And I can see you all typing "Whatd'ya mean pointless?!" Well I can tell you straight out now
Life is pointless, yeah you heard me, POINTLESS. We achieve nothing in our brief existence and in the end no matter what we achieve only death. The dead will have no care if you had a good or bad life, they don't discriminate and will accept you with open arms.
But YOU can give life a goal, another reason to live, a dream to strive for until the end of your days. Life may be pointless, but all you have to do is sharpen it and give it a reason to continue. So do that now then! Go out there and live your life!