Tell me you see meTell me you see me...Tell me you see me5 days 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
UntitledI look on with pestilenceUntitled2 weeks 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)1 week 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.
Great Fire of RomeCertain boys used to press their fingertips into my skinGreat Fire of Rome1 month 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
requiem boys.violet-minded,requiem boys.1 week 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 memoryGoldfish1 week 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?
Darling, wipe those tears awayShe sits in bedDarling, wipe those tears away2 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
WeakI am weak.Weak3 weeks 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.
CrushWhat a fucking surprise.Crush2 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 Jacket2 weeks 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
Inner StrengthYou feel it againInner Strength1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That burning in your breast
When you want to speak up
You know who you are
And you know the rest
But instead you hold back
Clutching to your sacred words like a cross
Don’t let it get lost inside you
Don’t let yourself go unheard
Like all those defining moments
You let fall through your fingers
You could have said something
But you chose to caress
The thought of another hanging on a moment
Passive aggressively taking control
Of a truth or opinion that is yours alone
Close your eyes and count to ten
This is one of those moments
When your life will never be the same
You can start again
And relieve your pain
If you would just speak up
You have the power to change your path
You can find the courage
To not hold back
It all starts with you
What do you have to lose?
1:40amthe empty-belly night sky rumbles1:40am1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lana aches in my ears
the curtains curl around lightning-flash
my fingers smell like smoke
and I try to sweep you out of my untidy head
but you linger in the corners still
like you always do.
life is the looming monster we never look straight in the face
afraid of its shadow.
I want to wrap my arms around you
I want you to be the future I am so afraid of
I wrapped my past around my fingers so tight
it cut off the circulation
i want to cut all the threads of my never-let-go
and let my truth stand as unaplogetically
as the scars I've let heal
I am learning how to never adjust my views for your approval
my skin is not an apology
this is not an invitation to walk over me
learning yourself is like learning a city
it is continually changing
growing out and shifting under
like our fingernails
or the sunset.
The future we won't haveDeluded by hatred;The future we won't have1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The fights go on,
The wars don't stop,
And the suffer won't end.
People flee from their home,
Bombs and rockets only destroy
What humanity worked so hard on to build;
Now shattered into pieces.
With tears in their eyes,
The people mourn for the fallen,
Pray to the heavens,
But it seems all in vain,
Because no matter what they do,
The fights go on,
The weapons destroy,
Until nothing is left.
It only shows
That humanity grew cold
That there's no love in our hearts;
Replaced with distrust
And selfish thoughts.
Why is it so hard
To live in this world,
To be unique
And to coexist with others
From our own kind?
Why can't they see
That the future we build
Is one were we humans
Can't live anymore?
Ready, Aim, FireTo you the toy gunReady, Aim, Fire2 weeks 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 decideGambled3 weeks 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.
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 month 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
MeThere is something so tragic about me,Me1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red threadHide Yourself1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
A Poem for an Old FriendI haven't known you for long,A Poem for an Old Friend2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
contradicting the title, I know.
But I might as well call you so,
considering what a big part of my life you are.
It's like you know everybody,
but you're nosy, so it's no surprise.
Butting in where you're not wanted,
but no one can be rid of you.
Everyday I have to carry
you on my shoulders,
while you whisper bitter nothings
in my ear.
But you are bitter, frozen
solid by everyone blaming you.
It's not your fault you're clumsy and spontaneous,
we've shaped you to be that way.
It's always your fault
when a girl is too skinny,
when a guy has too many piercings,
and we all say you act like the judge.
I'm not innocent,
I've done it too.
You're bullied, online and off,
and some open cuts I made bleed.
I think there were once
more of us
to carry you.
It was easier then.
But now hardly anyone
carries your weight,
and then people like myself
bear your brunt.
You're sad, and lonely,
no one likes you anymore.
Living.Living in a world where people are afraid to be who they are because of other people's opinions;Living.2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where children run around with their heads on loose because they don't know what to believe in.
Bend and BreakYour words cannot destroy meBend and Break2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Unless I let them get to me
Your words about my image
Your words about my shape
You say I lack intelligence
At least you say it to my face.
You say I'm fat and ugly,
And use "retarded" the wrong way
You're bending these words' meanings
The way society does today.
Now don't get me wrong,
Your words can hurt.
They can bend, and they can break.
But your words cannot destory me,
Unless I think of them that way.
There are plenty of intelligent phrases
Said of words and of their power
Of the way they slice and dice
Like an unrelentless knife
Slash and bash into a soul
Sheathe your sword in words untold
Think and think of what you say
Before you let it get that way
Because even though you can't destory
You can cause the bend and break
Shatter into pieces small
Spatter on the floors and walls
Because even though no harm is seen
You don't know what your words mean
Until you hear them used that way
The invisible harm is seen.
See the tortured minds and souls
My Doctor.You are bone melting –My Doctor.2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cell reviving, courage inspiring.
You are time; endless
You are the weathered traveler –
S c o r c h i n g worn
You are perfunctory happiness –
You are light in our dark,
Love in spite;
Carry hope over death.
Planet shattering eyes