Tell me you see meTell me you see me...Tell me you see me2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes meDelusion becomes me4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a manThe Sounds Of A Day1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
UntitledI look on with pestilenceUntitled1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hidden beneath a thin veil of civility,
far too thin to hide such vastness
and it cracks,
the shards of my visage
crumble beneath your unbecoming joy
and you are affront with an ocean,
a sea of unvarnished wanting.
You're adrift in my rapids
and the sky cries pitifully for you
and the winds whisper apologies
but do not trust either.
The sky wants only to drown you
and the winds are not worthy of your trust.
Poseidon beckons to you
and I volley curses like his tridents
Which I'll never touch.
I am nothing and while you look upon my vastness
I look on with pestilence
hiding an opaque sorrow
I will not meet your eyes.
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
requiem boys.violet-minded,requiem boys.2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
GoldfishLove, you have the memoryGoldfish2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
Relief. Relief, oh sweet reliefRelief.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
Darling, wipe those tears awayShe sits in bedDarling, wipe those tears away3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
On a lonely night
Late night thoughts floats above
Typical insomnia days
Her soft blanket covers her legs with warmth
Pillow sits up for security of her back
She listens to the music of comfort
The thought of him kills her heart
She begins to sob under the dark night
Darling, why you cry?
It is he whom she hurt
Guilt fills inside of her
The thought of him kills her heart
Darling, wipe those tears of yours
Please don't cry
Because I will cry if you do
Darling, cry no more
QuartzI am your enigmaQuartz5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
WeakI am weak.Weak1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I fall dizzy at your touch.
I forget how to speak,
And my mind goes blank.
You are every star in my universe,
You are the comets that slip through the veil of night,
You are the galaxies and nebulas never seen.
I am weak.
Your voice drowns out any pain of remembrance,
Your eyes soft and deep,
The muddy edge of a flowing river.
The current swept me forth from my feet and I fell,
Fumbling for a grasp on something,
I plummeted to the sea bed.
I am weak.
It takes nine shots of vodka
And three glasses of scotch
Before your face even begins to blur
I forget my own name before you disappear,
And even after I've poisoned my liver
And smoked my way to the stratosphere,
You are still the only thing crossing my mind,
When I've forgotten my family,
When mirrors begin to show an unfamiliar face,
I remember you.
I am weak.
XVIII (Melting Brain)XVIII (Melting Brain)XVIII (Melting Brain)5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
18 days left till 18.
and i feel x plus something
equals the sum of adulthood.
and i’m missing the formula
to add that math up
so i subtract myself from it
in hopes of finding the answer.
damn it to hell, i missed a step.
so i make it a fraction
and hope that divides a prime number.
but that only multiplies the anxiety
because i know that doesn’t come out real.
and i can’t separate myself from reality
because what you add on one side
you must do to the other
when the variable isn’t known.
(and basically, you can be imaginative
but you have to make it a reality
or it’s just an idea
and ideas don’t get you paid
and realities eat money
like hungry hippos
but democrats are donkeys
and republicans are elephants.)
and no matter how many moments
i try to make into a solvable problem
the issue only comes out as x.
so let’s put it into a science.
i was born on the 19th of october,
All I could sayIs take careAll I could say4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
CrushWhat a fucking surprise.Crush3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Can you taste my sarcasm?)
You can't come,
Get your hands out
Of every g-ddamned basket.
You don't get it!
You blow out of.
You don't get how high
You lift me up.
How desperately I want to see you.
I crave a shared smile.
Just one tender touch.
All I ask for.
That's all I ask.
Eventually, it'll be big.
But for now,
Red JacketI saw you today. You looked different to the last time I’d seen you.Red Jacket1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You looked different. But as we sat upstairs on the cold concrete floor,
You still looked the same.
Your eyes still burned with that ferocious intensity as they did when you were seventeen,
And it broke my heart when you couldn’t hold my gaze
Because it was too painful – too raw.
How I stared at you and you looked away –
Unable to look at my face
Or face up to the fact that it was I
Who had cut off your head and fed you to the lions.
And you kept saying that you were fine –
Though your voice was cracking under the strain of what I had done.
My decision weighed so heavily that it brought a dark rain cloud to hang above us,
And you hugged me so hard I thought my ribs would smash.
You handed me a red jacket in a blue carrier bag.
I don’t know what it was meant to symbolise.
But I put it on straight away
And wore it when I left
And I felt safe in the knowledge that
Your two hands had cr
Hermes' Wings Need to be ShinedI'm replacing my eyes so I can stare at the ceilingHermes' Wings Need to be Shined1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and watch as the cars' shadows run past
my window; I'm sick of this bed. I'm tired of this sickness.
I'm tired of being called diseased like I'll get you sick,
stay away from me.
You never left. You never left me alone.
I want to be alone, away from you who sends me endless messages
a day saying how I've done you wrong and caused you so much stress
that I've depressed you, and yet you still come to me with your
"baby, I need you"s; and I can't lie,
I've stretched myself far enough "baby", what you need
is to find someone else who will be your mother
because I'm done "baby"ing you.
I will not rock your cradle, or your world, or
your rocking chair when you get old 'cause god knows
I'm ailing from that motion and I'm just waiting 'till
I'm kneeling before toilet water because I've been struck with sea sickness.
Maybe I brought you good, but god damn it this
this is no good for me to be tied up by your threats of suicide;
Ready, Aim, FireTo you the toy gunReady, Aim, Fire1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is clearly distinguishable from the one with bullets
that will pierce the skin
and lodge in the heart
and break things the way that you
snapped me over your knee
before I figured out how to make a statue
of myself so I didn't get hurt.
I see everything in greyscale.
I can't tell the difference between the brightly coloured
plastic toys that you say
you use on a daily basis,
and the metal ones
that share the gunmetal colour
of your eyes,
and there's no difference to me
between the cold eyes
and the gun you pull on me
while I'm looking the other way.
I guess to you it makes no sense
that I'd have that kind of impairment,
because from behind your cold eyes
my judgment looks
but it only looks crystal clear
because you can't tell the difference
between different crystals.
Clear quartz crystals would, in fact,
be clear as crystal,
but there are darker shades too,
smoky and deceptive in their glimmer.
I can't tell the difference between the foam bullets
GambledI gambled, and I’m still trying to decideGambled1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whether I won, or
I lost a decaying cadaver.
Let the flies and maggots
Thrive on its putrid flesh.
I thought we would last forever.
But out descent to madness
Snowballed faster than
We could stop it
So we fell
Further and further into ourselves,
Away from each other:
Two angels, falling from Grace.
We were gladiators,
Sick to the stomach, but still slugging.
Fighting to the death,
Teeth bared, bloodied mouths,
My fragile heart caught between your jaws.
I watched in horror as you punched a hole through my chest
Leaving me vacant – so who can blame me
For being heartless?
You suffocated me. I was forever struggling to keep my head above water.
Deadweight dragging me down.
Die and don’t dare
To ruin me again.
Stolen innocenceStolen innocence 1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A violent violation of innocence makes my blood boil!!!
A discarded naked body weeps quietly in the soil...
With his victim left petrified, he turns away looking to steal the laughter from another child.
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beautyAlmost and close5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment