Unsaid truths and spoken hateunsaid truths and spoken hateUnsaid truths and spoken hate1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
will forever be how I remember you.
I won't remember your petite
and deliciously sweet smile.
I won't remember the nervous way
you'd embrace me
as though my open arms
might be retracted at any moment.
I won't remember your kindness
wrought from a belief you deserved
none of what life had been willing
to bless upon you.
I won't remember how I nearly loved
every little part of you
from your crooked smirk
to your large hands
molded perfectly to fit in mine.
I will remember your cowardice
your fear of the possibility of my love.
I will remember your lies
whispered sweetly to me
in that empty library
of how you thought
we could last together.
I will remember all the embittered
and loving words
which choked me as you forced
All I ... am notI...am not so pridefulAll I ... am not1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as to believe god loves me,
however if he's there
I'm sure he sees me
and I tire of his impartial gaze.
I...am not so naive
as to believe god hates me,
however if he's there
I'm sure hears me
and and I tire
of his continual invasion
into the few moments
in which I hide away.
I...am not so hopeful
as to believe god cares,
however if he's there
I'm sure he knows
the exact increments of tears
which my sorrowful soul
tries to drown itself within.
I...am not so faithful
as to believe god exists,
however if he's there
I ask he pry his oppressive gaze
from my pain
I plead he deafens his prying ears
from my sorrow
I beg he neglects his useless care
from my existence
or lack of there of
and let my misery's company
be me alone
Named after youAt times I likeNamed after you1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to sit in a world of my own
hours go by
I drive my mind crazy,
late at night reading
between the lines
of a careless note,
late at night waiting
for the inevitable
At times I like
to get lost
in illusions of closeness,
when everything outside
is unbearably cold.
And I wake up tired,
always on the verge
of unfinished thoughts,
balancing the uncertainty
on the bridge of my nose.
At times I like
to whisper out loud
for the light and the dark,
let the sound fade
as all the scars on my soul
named after you.
I need no more acceptance than my words on a pageI want my poetry to speak-I need no more acceptance than my words on a page1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
turn on its headlights,
shine stark and revealing through the windows
of your soul.
I have no desire for a following
or a faithful group of admirers,
lining up to
what a good job I've done,
how clever a mind I've got.
I don't need you to speak-
my poetry speaks for itself.
I just want my poetry to breathe-
drink in the swirl of your thoughts
the hail storm of your emotions and
for your own lungs to draw in.
I don't need your admiration-
my poetry sustains me.
Don't be That Guy.Don’t be that guy who harasses women with unsolicited commentsDon't be That Guy.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don’t be that guy who tells a woman she’s ugly because she’s fat, has acne, covers up more, wears revealing clothes, or doesn’t like make-up
Don’t be that guy who takes women for granted
Don’t be that guy who drugs a woman to have sex with her unconscious body
Don’t be that guy who abuses a woman for your own game
Don’t be that guy who slut shames and then wonder why no one wants to date you
Don’t be that guy who rapes, attacks or assaults a woman because you thought “her dress was too short/revealing”
Don’t be that guy who makes the world an unsafe environment for women everywhere.
Don’t be that guy.
Clipping the Song Bird's WingsThey said Girl,Clipping the Song Bird's Wings1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Better clear those clouds from your eyes
You know fairy tales are only lies
How will you see the path ahead
If mix real life with what you read?
You know girl,
Those songs you sing
Are only for birds with unclipped wings
It's time for you to act your age,
For now, just return to your cage
And trust us, Girl,
It's better to wear a frown
It's highest nail that gets hammered down
Now, it's time for you to decide
To lock those silly thoughts inside
You must not resist
These ridiculous words will never assist
Your journey through life and pain
Stop treating this like one of your games
They told me this
But did I cease?
These dreams are my one release
From a cold and heartless reality
And with them, my mind is free
I will never stop, no matter what they say or do
For their objections are far too few
I will speak until I make them see
These dreams are what make me "me"
Just onceI once felt the hatred,Just once2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I once heard the lies,
I once felt the burden,
Of my character's demise,
I once sat there stunned,
I once sat there cold,
I once sat there watching,
My very life become old,
I once saw the world,
I once opened my eyes,
I once told myself,
That it'd be alright,
I once was wrong,
I once came home,
I once again had a world,
That wouldn't leave me alone,
And then in retrospect...
I once was happy,
I once truly smiled,
I once heard my laughter,
Now it's been a while,
I once felt sadness,
I once had trauma within,
I once found a fear which,
Traumatised my very skin,
I once went online,
I once found some friends,
I once had proper friendships,
Severed only at our ends,
I once found people,
I once had a will,
I once had friends,
For me to protect... until...
I once met my end,
I once fell asleep,
I once lived it fully,
Before sleeping so deep,
Just once will I feel this,
Just once from above,
Echolaliacyes, he broke my freshman heart.Echolaliac1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he wrote my spine like compromise under
idealized fingertips gripping model female citizen
three years ago.
two years later i tasted his baptism sterile-sweet,
so we brushed feet under tabletop stares.
i never told him to wear me so smugly, he was a
harrowing echolaliac suckling lilac bruised pride of
mine three years prior.
gently now i slipped two doors down in his
stifling anonymity, slowly sipping him, him tripping
the light fantastic with my left footing in an uneasy
animal, sultry soft and clinging like a thing lifted
from my obsolete dreams, he seemed
less distinct than i ever could’ve dreamed and
less distant than his speech tugged meanly
from an extrasolar means of invertebrate dealings.
The Flower and How It Lived ForeverI feel your hand on mineThe Flower and How It Lived Forever3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
your heart beats the steady rhythm
you are here and I feel you
but soon you will drift away
Say the words again
that made me feel you will stay
and never leave me
alone, say again:
you will be okay
For a while the flower blooms bright, then
suddenly, it's gone
The ground swallows it into its core
I can't see the flower here no more.
The harbender of misery
will accompany me here
when I will cherish your memory:
every smile and glance you gave me
Eventually, I know
the guest will leave my door.
Today or tomorrow,
the day will come, soon
Then I'm again alone,
feeling your hand on mine,
I shall again smile
and put my sadness aside.
In my mind,
the flower is very alive.
Bread CrumbsI should retrace my steps to the beginningBread Crumbs1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just to recollect my thoughts
This great divide of right from wrong
Conflicts with my deepest irrational thoughts
My gluttonous appetite of chasing the first high
Never ceases to satisfy when I fantasize
About a life we once lived
Of a life I’d relive
If it meant we could start over again
i swore i'd never write a love poemi once knew a girl with golden curls who would laughi swore i'd never write a love poem3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
whenever i told her they reminded me of angel hair
see, she believed herself to be an angel in the
same way lucifer was
cast out by the lord and fallen into blasphemy every
second she dared to breathe
but the sun had forgiven her sins and
offered its light in coils to frame her face
a constant reminder to keep a warm smile
the same one that could make the most guarded hearts
u n f u r l
trying to reshape into a pattern to fit in her approval
the last night we talked away she told me how she
wore the dark circles under her eyes to hide bruises
because she had been knocked down so many times
she’d all but given up trying to get back into the ring
i didn’t have enough strength to carry the both of us
i was not your jesus, and you were not my cross
but if you had l
Symphony of OneThe group of ten hush each otherSymphony of One3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The chirping crickets of the night grow silent
The boy that never spoke
Eyes those around the glow of the crackling fire
He lifts up his pick
And prolongs a simple chord
Coolness in his face, he repeats the set
As he begins to sing about a lost soul, restored
They hang on every note
They cling to every word
They bend at the mercy
Of this symphony of one’s harmonious soul
Revisiting the chorus, he closes his eyes
His strumming picks up and then it dies
As his musical weapon cries softly
To the enevitable, melodical demise
A Black Hole (My Dear Friend)My dear friend,A Black Hole (My Dear Friend)1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why must good things always end?
Times when fun and mischief blended
And indefinite life never frightened.
Days of youthful camaraderie lightened
Our coming depression.
Inevitably disrupted by the lights,
Did these sessions blow an underlying lesson?
My dear friend,
When will the past come to an end?
Chained by painful loss for you alone to fend --
Tossed around in the pouring rain by current trends.
Surrendering in this mean war will not mend
Your lasting depression.
Trivially ignored by daily routine,
Did these transgressions transcend into obsession?
My dear friend,
A black hole absorbs with no end.
Broken corpses are swallowed in whole - Please comprehend.
With intentions of love and not to offend,
I will continue to observe from afar,
Fearful that I, too, will be consumed in its vacuum.
My dear friend,
Good things do not need to end.
A shadowShadows grow in the lightA shadow1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet fade in the gray
the place that I
still seem to stay
Darkness is a forbidden word
here stuck in limbo
day blur into weeks
yet nothing seems to change
There is no hope
nothing is even clear
Nothing is as it seems
in a world of fog
stuck between two worlds
but never belonging to one
I turn cold because of youHeartless woman I amI turn cold because of you2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You claim I'm the one who left you
You did no wrong
You said you showed how much of a man you are
I didn't have the soul to see it in you
I made unclear decisions
I should be one who need to apologize
I need to keep my promises
But can't we set this drama aside and talk?
I'm sick of you not being able to hear my side
I'm tired of crying along to the broken hearted songs
I'm done begging for forgiveness
Hear my story
Listen to me
I did gave you everything I could
I loved you sincerely
I stayed strong for you
You only did the sweet talks
You flirt with a touch
You cockblock when I spoke with someone I'm not interested
You hardly showed the love
I can't help but wanting to blame you for turning me cold
You made me heartless
Before you walk out and continue to tell the world I'm heartless
Take a second
Cut out all these nonsense
Sit down and talk to me
Wandering HeistsOnce upon a tranquil lore, whispering upon trepid serenity,Wandering Heists2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
billows winds that sweep by, past the starry sky.
I speak of orange and red, and yellow melancholy,
in the blistering breeze, that seems to bring freeze.
Many a time have my eyes gone weak,
many a time have I felt so bleak--
when mountains fell, and rivers reeked,
I sought for joy; happiness I seeked.
Oh, but bittersweet—November has come once more!
The graves seem brighter than ever before,
from underneath, was a sliver, but so,
through the coffin, nothing but a silver mist—a spirit tore.
I speak of a sky painted with the colour of blood,
a time of sorrows and horrid woes,
I speak of a time filled with salty tears, of knees that trod,
of a time when graves became rigid—standing still in rows.
Once upon a tranquil lore,
concealed by scorn and mourn,
the dead have come alive seeking nothing but remorse
drowned by the endless void, throughout their inner cores.
A painful mix of tears and longing,
came from the
Strawberries and ChampagneBlow out the candles alreadyStrawberries and Champagne3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
happy twenty year anniversary.
This is our last celebration
grand finale to your so called dedication.
Frail flames are the reminiscence
of shared sparklers during days of acquaintance
which, indeed, would have lasted longer
if your desires didn't get to conquer.
This room reeks of stubborn flavours
masking insincerity to return the favour.
So a toast, to your newly acquired taste
Though artificial, all shall not go to waste.
Don't just stand there all so wary,
pop the champagne and savour the last strawberry.
Deceptive taste buds do not matter
because victory has never tasted better.
Sorry I couldn't love youMind confusionSorry I couldn't love you3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Same plan running again
Showing a bit affection meant awkward silence
Isolating myself turn to invisible wind flowing by
Fear always run through my blood
Walking away was the only option
I walked away with guilt and bitter pain
You cried for me to come back
I came back with a thousand sorries
Running back was a thought to fix everything
The same confused mind
The same undecided heart
It was a mistake to put you back in my life
I ran away again
I left you in the bitter cold
Hoping you wouldn't care
Denying every bit of love I had for you
You stopped trying
So you left this time
I don't know what to feel anymore
I guess I stopped believing
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skinGreat Fire of Rome1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
as if they were cigarette butts and I was an ashtray.
They stamped out leftover guilt that wouldn’t burn away,
grounded it into my skin so that when it rained,
I could smell smoke and their brands of cologne.
There are burn marks on the insides of my palms
from all the times they held my hands with bonfires between theirs.
The scars on the inside of my mouth taste like copper and woodsmoke
from where they left their candles
as if I was a faulty altar.
They picked flowers from every garden my body
grew and left them at the feet of some makeshift effigy
as if they had given me a gift.
They burned me to the ground like Rome and dared to call my ashes beautiful ruins.
I have let people ruin me.
Then I found a boy who set my ribcage on fire
and illuminated my lungs with every breath.
His fingertips were fireflies
and my body was a warm summer night.
The lanterns on his lips lit up every corner of my being until my body c
1901, SomewhereI am tired of opening my eyes and immediately wanting to empty myself out. I am less like a garden hose, a vessel of water pouring itself onto death, these days and more like a watering can. I have to be filled up first. I have to be tipped head first, hands over knees, before I can give up. I run out, often.1901, Somewhere1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I know what they will say. It is not beautiful, in any way. The priests at my old church call it praying but I feel more and more like the mantis these days. Preying. I keep trying to climb trees that are dead in the hopes I will be the one who finds the one live branch. I am trying to find the one inch of live wick in my own self too. I keep cutting and cutting but I never find the green.
It’s all black in here, you know. I am less the color of obsidian and more coal, more the color of gray darkness. I am ___. I cannot even manage to exist bleakly enough to be called night, to be called eyes closed forever, to be called keyboard keys when no one is touching them. I am t
EmptyI am constantly frozenEmpty1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Burning from the cold
My heart feels like an icebox
As well as my soul
Everything I tell you
Pierces my kind heart
Rips me limb from limb
And stutters my first start
To say I feel pathetic
Is the lightest way to say
I wish that I could curl up
And sleep in bed all day