I've No Talent For HappinessI've no talent for happinessI've No Talent For Happiness2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My smiles are frail at best
And though I try to remember
A time when I felt truly blessed
And no matter how I try
There are always times
When I can't help but cry,
Though even as they fall
I try to cradle the tears
To see if I can find
Happiness beneath the fears
In these delicate crystals
Of hopeless memories...
But I've no talent for happiness
My heart never wholly mends
And though I dove so far
Dove until I reached the end
Of that vat of tears and miseries
I found only
More tears left to cry...
I've no talent for happiness
My soul cries endless seas
In which I try to drown
Myself and my memories,
But I think I once had it
The bliss you call happiness
And every now and then
I feel it
Rise to greet you
And attempt to shine
From beneath my tears
So that you may know the truth
Of how you make me feel.
So I've no talent for happiness
My memories sometimes choke me
My hearts never wholly mends
I Blame The MessengerThe messenger stole her soulI Blame The Messenger1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
His words trapping its fragile memory
Within his palm
As he let her own grief crush it to ash.
And while his message said one
I knew our family
Had lost two souls that day.
Bury GodOne day God created manBury God1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
Genuinely SmilingI test it out in the mirrorGenuinely Smiling3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The face I want them to see...
The gentle smile
Blesses me falsely
Even to my tear filled eyes,
But I won't let it fall
I try to make it shine more broadly
To be sure they know,
When they finally see me
Gaze into my unseeing eyes
And see the peaceful wonder
Left behind in my smile,
That I'm in someplace
Far better than here
Free of pain.
Someplace that I can genuinely
I want them to see.
reading you cover to covermy dear landlocked friend,reading you cover to cover3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I must have missed the memo;
do we all
leave warm hearts
behind now? I see,
I see it far clearer now.
they're blotched and inked
and stamped and fixed
on the idea that we
you can only feed them with
distress signals for so
long. let's disappear
talk about needing more
space around our ankles,
our toes, our mouths,
it's not like we asked them
to dampen their own
for us, my friend, for us,
silence the Melinoe we fed
for more pats-on-the-back
scavenge for more thirst
and direction they begged
us for. our egos are stroked
like first-time clubbers and
my dear landlocked friend,
one too many
pats on the back
for you. I have
cataracts to remove
vacuum of a
chest cavity, but you,
you are far from
from the unknown,
knew you once
and I wish,
I wish some part of y
AtlasWeight of the worldAtlas2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
take my hand now
too much time
on this route
for lonely ears.
out of a kindness thread.
Too heavy a burden
on your shoulders,
around the corner;
take my hand,
we can share
the weight of a dancing sun
make it light, make it hope.
of wars and sorrow,
dispense healing water
from springs of neverending
on our heads
tree of life
will set its roots,
of a feather
alone no more
across the empty skies.
when the moon
take my hand,
PanicThis might sound weird,Panic1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But does anyone else have that one song that comes on
And your entire body just
Like, it's a perfectly good song,
No frighting lyrics or anything
But still the very intro causes your stomach to tense
At first unable to identify the source of the problem
Then as you hear the drops of piano
That lay as calmly as dew on a spider web
And you realize it's happening again
Memories come back to haunt you
A flash back brought on by a simple series of sounds
Memories you don't want to relive flow through your mind like a river
Tearing your fingers off of the cliff of sanity you've been gripping on to for so long
Ripping you away into the unknowable and unforgivable darkness
You curl up
Knowing that whatever is happening isn't real
It isn't real
It isn't real
but it feels so real
Slowly you come back to yourself
Gathering up the broken pieces and fashioning them together with crazy glue
Stitching the fabric b
SuicideIt's interesting wandering my memory's halls,Suicide2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seeing my life go from sprints to crawls,
And knowing that by my own choice and shame,
I'll put these shelves of life to the flame.
Once strong and mighty granite columns,
Now buckling with peril deadly solemn,
Heralding the ceilings blessed greeting,
I'd better write the note before I'm let free.
Enscribing my torments in ink of blood and tears,
Which culminates in realized fears,
That my endeavors amount to simply dust,
At least a final rest I can now trust.
One last somber rifled path to the end,
Saving me from having to yet still pretend,
Bullet down the line appears to be quite fun,
Light shatters the gloom and I'm forever done.
This note you've read has defied Death,
Unable to be silenced by my last breath,
Hopefully you'll comprehend the potential of life,
So you won't also break under the burden of strife.
the design in the starsyou decided a longthe design in the stars1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
time ago, a long time
before it affected your
sight to remember me -
before it throbbed
inside you when someone
uttered my three-syllable
name; oh Tangerine -
that only will you
fight when I widened
the perimeters of
your sore-sighted faults.
you didn't know yet, no-
you were only
suckling at the idea of
changing the world and
looking down at my crawling endeavors
to walk before my
patellas were ready.
I heard them scream
when I was seven, the skin
above them reddened with
the purple of a betrayed
sweet lover, does the color wheel
work backwards where I'm from? I was already
so cold, spinning like
the rebellion of an odd
tiny magnet in a terrorist
field. my darling,
do the Sufis miss my
sleepless, praying nights to you?
tell my stories still, even
after you disappeared? my love,
do they still wait
for death to follow me?
you were always gold; summer
skeletons lay still and dusted
in my closet for you. I did not
leave you in my being
Escape My Escape.Hittin' a spliff instead of facing the "if"––Escape My Escape.3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on the edge of a cliff, hiding under killer riffs and intoxicated whiffs––getting stiff.
Chasing a dream, should be leading the scheme, buildin' self-esteem, keeping clean, life isn't what it seems.
You need an escape, you need to relate, you need to keep the faith, without sendin' out hate.
Sometimes shit is too real to accept, gotta take lil steps, one day adept the next inept, time to intercept this feeling and get shit done–– the time has begun, hear the startin' gun, fuck my fears–– I'll chalk it up to NONE. Here's a star that hasn't yet shun, but watch me, son; as I stun the sun––
with this light, I got something quite bright, that'll win this fight with my darkness, as I write––this here, some days I disappear, others I endear, need some consistency; even in my fear. Come on, tell me in my ear, what it is I need to hear, sick of shedding tears, focusing on the ye
Relinquish doesn't mean Forsake"I AM! Yet what I am who cares, or knows?Relinquish doesn't mean Forsake3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My friends forsake me like a memory lost."
I hate to admit, it's been some time,
since last I had the desire to put to rhyme
All the things that were bothering me-
Defendant, please place your plea.
Cause this is a portent, the sign of the end:
The sudden, inevitable, death of a friend.
This isn't a fight;
It's poetry (sounds about write).
I should have seen the troubles that awaited
when you claimed I was spawned - hell created.
You were wrong: "A Poet is Born not Made"
and in time even these words will fade
which is assuredly
much better than the likes of you deserve.
There's nothing about you I'd want to preserve.
That's right: I sunk to your level;
More than a sinner, I called you the devil.
Which wasn't fair to you at all.
It was I that took the fall.
You claimed I couldn't feel; the ultimate crime.
Yet I'd rather be senseless than a dozen a dime.
It doesn't matter now, we're over, we're don
The Revenge of AdamIt's not the heart that aches,The Revenge of Adam1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
rather the heart feels hollow and void.
And with every unwelcomed beat that mocks my acute misery,
the wanted hope for silence is destroyed.
The pain is within my entire core;
straining against an imprisoning cage.
It’s as if the angel of my Adam is avenging the rib I've dishonoured;
pressing down on it with an unforgiving rage.
It punishes the breath that breathed life to sullied vows;
furiously exacting a righteous vendetta.
It's relentless weight crushing my insides,
seemingly wanting the bone to sever.
And from the shards of our broken unity,
shall the piercing of my ready heart finally come.
For only then will the avenging angel show mercy,
as my Adam's vengeance will be done.
No, I'm Not AliveI can feel my heart beatingNo, I'm Not Alive1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But I know I'm not alive
Because what is a beating heart worth
When it only pumps acid through my veins?
When my pulse only rises,
For vicious intentions?
My heart is beating-
I know this for sure.
But it only beats with envy-
this is true, too.
For madness, solely,
the thought of inflicting pain.
No, I'm not alive.
But my heart is beating, still,
I'm just an empty shell,
a body without a will.
My Broken ValentineMy Broken Valentine,My Broken Valentine1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The day is almost upon us, a day for us who love one another and yet think the other dose not love back,
My Broken Valentine
Though we offer words of comfort and encouragement
Are we both not hypocrites if the same words?
My Broken Valentine
Though our insecurities cling to us
Makeing us think we are unable to love
Only we know of our dark love towards one another
My Broken Valentine
We do not show our love to others
We do not share a kiss like them
But we do have our own personal moments
My Broken Valentine
Do not forget i love you
If you are broken, stay broken so that i can keep fixing you
My Broken Valentine
Insomniai) insomnia.Insomnia6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
Next time - remember meTime seems to have been a reminder of how long it has been - it doesn't register as a feeling. I don't feel it has been long. But I know.Next time - remember me2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And my appearance has changed, it's daunting and more of what is considered mature. For I have matured. Or is that so?
And I hug them, my hug is warm and promising and loving, for it is a true hug. I say "Where have you been? Long have you been gone!"
They hug back and answer but I am unable to listen. For sad it is that I am the one asking. When I was the one gone.
UnbreakableBitter sweet memories,Unbreakable2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a dysfunctional smile.
The closer you are the more you blur.
A truth that causes the deepest pain.
Betrayed by the closest blood,
tamed by the wildest hand,
lead by a rouge mind,
nothing will ever taste so sweet as leaving you behind.
Your words don't reach my ear,
your fist can't touch my flesh.
You lost simply because you have bend my soul
to a point were nothing will ever hurt me
as much as you did.
By driving me into a corner,
twisting my mind,
scarring my skin;
by almost breaking me,
you made me unbreakable.
Freak ShowWelcome to the freak show!Freak Show1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where the prices are high and the standards low
Everyone wears a mask or some kind of disguise
A pretty plastic shield to hide the fear in our eyes
Oh distorted mirrors on the wall
Who has the best facade of them all?
The mirrors reveal everything yet reveal nothing
Telling women they're broken dolls unless they have an apple core waist and breasts filled with stuffing
Telling men you are only as solid as your ego and as big as your dick
They're injecting us with hate and telling us we're not sick
Oh who will be the star of this freak show ball?
Who will be the one who fooled us all?
Everyone is a fake
Which mask will you take?
Which laugh will you wear?
I warn you they'll feel like a pair of old shoes worn beyond repair
Let the night take my soul
As I continue to play my role
Long before I was even born it was decided the world would turn this way
It was decided we would smokescreen the truth until it went away
We're all freaks and the world is a show
The rain is here~ A PoemThe rain is finally here,The rain is here~ A Poem1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I'm about to cry,
I haven't seen you in a while,
My sad tears are now dry
It's time to see you,
It's time to give you a call,
My heart is exploding with happiness,
And now my sadness is very small
I miss you a lot,
And I know you miss me too,
It's time to end all that waiting,
For me to visit you
Your shivering the in the snow,
And I'm remembering in the rain,
We won't loose our friendship,
It's the only thing we will gain
It's time to say goodbye,
But it's not going to be the last,
We will live the future,
And remember our past
PromenadeGrant mePromenade2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a bubble of silence
no words, no
loud enough to erase
while I step on my own reflection
in the cold concrete.
a shadow of quiet
no flames, no
deep enough to hide
while I rest near the roots
of a dead willow tree.
RegenerationHands shining gold, your hour is overRegeneration2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The clock striking twelve, you drop your bow tie
Amelia Pond is saying goodnight
The burden you hold now starts to hover
You fought bravely, it's time to rest
Lay your head down, you valiant soldier
Things come to pass, we need a new savior
Oh the times that we had, they were the best
Join the eleven angels that have passed
Wipe away your tears, no need to cry
Join with those who for you had died
Anyone who knew know this day was the last
Time to face a new incarnation
Time for your regeneration
EmptyI'm marched around on tainted stringsEmpty3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nothing is ever as it seems
Pulled to the left and jerked to the right
Can no one around me see my plight?
A painted smile in faded red
All I feel is constant dread
Of you, holder of my wires
To make me bow to your desires
I'll dance and twirl, I'd even sing
For a chance your happiness bring
But when you bore of my helpless show
Tumbling down I will surely go
To the ground, helpless and meek
Without the direction I desperately seek
When you leave, from me depart
There will be nothing left of this Puppet's Heart