Hypocrite.You know what I don't like?Hypocrite.30 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't like the fact we never talk anymore
I don't like the fact you ignore me when I try.
I don't like the fact you consciously decided
you don't really care anymore.
I don't like the fact you're so self-centered.
That you told me you honestly don't talk to me
because I hang out with people "you don't like."
People you refuse to get to know
because you THINK you know how they are.
These people help me.
They make me want to try in school.
They make me want to be a better person.
But you don't like them because of
how they dress, how they act.
You'e never talked to them
but decided you don't like them;
that they "bother the piss out of you."
You never even given them a chance.
You've done to them how people have done to you.
You've done what you hate;
what you stay up crying over.
You've looked at them and wrote them off.
How dare you treat such good people like this?
They dress conservatively.
You don't like that.
They're dorky and laugh at themselves a lot
Just For A SecondPlease can you imagine for meJust For A Second1 hour ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just for a second...
Both of us...
That's all I dream about
I don't have the imagination
To think of the specifics
Like how it would happen
What we'd be like together
Why we'd be happy
But when I let myself dream
I imagine us...
And while I know
You don't dream about me
You don't know me
Or whether I can truly
Make you happy...
I want you to imagine that
Just for a second,
And tell me if I can try
To make it real.
hehe2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
hes makin toast
with an iron
his dad be there
his dad be gone
The Things I don't Talk AboutThe thing I don’t talk about is what they saidThe Things I don't Talk About3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The thing I don’t talk about is, when someone
Else in a situation similar to myself, if I was in
A position to be friends I would scorn them too
As if that would make my situation any better
The thing I don’t talk about is how I lashed
Out on people who really didn’t deserve it
The thing I don’t talk about it is how I didn’t
Say the Lord’s prayer because I didn’t think
I could forgive
High CountryUp in the high countryHigh Country3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where only the stock men go
A place where the wild brumbies roam
A lush bush land full of life
A place where the sapphire sky stretches as far as the eye can see
And beauty is never tainted
High upon a ridge a mighty stallion stands
King of his herd, guardian of young and old
He raises his head towards the darkening sky
Grey clouds are rolling by
Deep within his heart he knows that winter is upon them
And he will have to lead his herd to winter pasture in the valleys below.
Down the mountain side, past the old wombat holes
Past the old gum tree where the foals play and frolic
Up in the high country
Where only the stock men roam
The first stars of snow drift softy to the ground
Dancing and swaying on a chilly breeze
Soon this lush green landscape will become laced in white
Glittering diamonds, upon an emerald landscape.
A peaceful sheet of white deep within the heartland
Wombats roam, snorting and digging,
Searching for food beneath the icy blanket
Winter is upon
Lonelinesspeople are afraid of a lot of things,Loneliness5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
me? im afraid of being alone,
its rather funny because i cant recall anytime,
i haven't felt that way,
im used to being shut away behind a wall that no one can break,
locked away from the rest of the world letting no one in,
even in a crowd of people all i am is alone,
isn't that the epitome of loneliness?
being lost in a sea of people,
alone in a world full of billions of people,
were born alone and die alone,
but isn't it truly sad to be alone throughout the inbetween,
lost and crying,
helpless and broken,
Ashesunder the friction of these sentimental sacrifices,Ashes6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
swallowing those silver coated words i often spit,
i cant help but feel that this is what a tragedy must feel like,
a thousand memories displayed across shattered glass,
the stitches of my heart unraveling in slow motion,
my heart as though a rose wilting with time,
i take up the pen and put to word these final fleeting moments
SnowThe insides of my shoes are drenched, almost frozen;Snow7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like everything else
I've been outside for hours
And I still haven't had enough
My feet are so cold
Bitter and frigid, like licorice ice cream
The only difference between the common 17 year old and I is...
I absolutely love it
It's the kind of love you have for your first dog:
Undying and everlasting, even when they die.
I stomp around as the ice crystals collapse under the weight of my German Army boots.
I am seven years old again...
I haven't stumbled upon this much fun I found the christmas presents
Hidden in the wooden ceiling rafters of my basement.
Why would he put them there?
What a peculiar place to hide gifts from an 8 year old.
I implored for this feeling since it eloped from me.
I feel alive again.
Pictures never brought it back
Money never brought it back
Old toys never brought it back
My dad never brought it back
My friends never brought it back
My memory never brought it back
Only one thing could accomplish such a feat
Letting Go Of Your HateShe lives in another broken homeLetting Go Of Your Hate10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
while listening to her inner demons that roam.
This street youth rage locks her in her cage
getting stronger as she grows in age.
Being the actress on stage with puppets to be played
she tries to cut these hopeless strings with her rusted blade
she needs to do this by herself so no one can come to her aid
while she cries in fear through her eyes of jade.
Running from the mistakes and pain
there's no way you can make her tame
while she makes you all take the blame
as she goes and takes her real fame.
Watch as she sings her life's chorus
and relieves banging her head to her solace.
She takes a deep breath
and runs from her sentenced death.
What can you all say now
as she takes the charge to no longer bow?
Took all her nights to escape
from her demons mind rape.
Now she runs wild as the wind
never found but never lost
she new she won this war without a cost.
She opens her eyes no longer blind.
E'letu'tAzt álmodtam, hogy az anyósülésen ülök.E'letu't15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A kocsi rohan, és én még a biztonsági övet sem kötöm be, csak nyugodtan figyelem az üres ülést magam mellett, és vállat vonok: „Most olyan kényelmes itt! Majd egy piros lámpánál átveszem a vezetést!” A nagyobb kanyaroknál egy apró mozdulattal billentem meg a gazdátlan kormányt, aztán megint az útra bízom magam. Emberek rohannak el mellettem másik autókban, majd letérnek az elágazásoknál. Van, aki szűk erdei ösvény, vagy magánterület felé hajt, van, aki lassít és lehúzódik a szélső sávban. Én pedig csak haladok a sztrádán.
Kívülről nézem magam.
És akkor az jut esze
Cold Weather“Achoo!”Cold Weather17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chairman sniffed as his lips curled into a small frown. His normally pale cheeks were rosy along with his nose; the small jacket around him wasn’t enough to keep him warm during the chilly weather.
The flush in his cheeks brightened as he stuttered “n-no I’m fine” this was terrible. It was his and Apollyon’s first date and he was on the verge of having a cold, he hoped the coffee from the shop they were heading to would warm him up quickly.
Apollyon stared at him before he reached out and grabbed hold of Chairman’s arm pulling him to a stop, the male blinked and stared at him in confusion. An expression the angel often thought of as being cute, slowly he took off his scarf before wrapping it around Chairman’s neck.
The boy blushed before lifting his hand to brush his fingers through the soft material, “you don’t have to” he said shyly “don’t you need it?”
Letters all for youThere use to be these poems, all scribbled on my wallLetters all for you19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of a time thought lost in memory here but far and gone
a time when the letters could not simply find
the right words to put together what came to altered mind
And in my hallucinations it seemed so queer to me
the letter moved and peaked and fell and bled right out of me
a pen attached to my soul a simple piece of art
tearing flesh and tearing soul and pinning up the heart
so all the little letters could form and then combine
with the blood the flowed within my veins, how disturbing and devine
and now I look at these bare walls, the letters all but gone
and I muse a little to myself and feel them in my palm
run my hand past memories of words so deep and true
run my hands past memories, a letters all for you
All my thunderHave or had you forgotten, all the things we never had?All my thunder19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all the things that lay broke, gushed and blood and clad,
with a hope so despairing so deep and sick and true,
never have a lived a died so much as next to you.
never has the sun swam so deep within my eyes,
never had thunder clapped so soft to stay alive.
and my oceans and rivers which poured right into you
dried and scored and shrived up with such a deeper hue
and your oceans and your thunder with flowed right into me
burst right out and from my eyes for all of them to see
that together we are dying without a second thought
to whats better and what might have ought to not
have ever first began within an awful sort of mind
together we've been broken and separate we have died
When he looks at meMY soul it yearns, it hurts, it burns, it throbs, it aches, it pinesWhen he looks at me19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it sings a sad a soulful tune for a long lost love of mine
Beauty dressed in stunning shades of summers soring red
orange hues and purple-blues to dances inside my head
a soul surrounded founded deep and bound
so closely tied to my heart, a love that so profound
in his deep and widened eyes I see the soul of earth
everything that means anything is nothing to his worth
all the riches in the world, and all the 7 seas
mean nothing when held to the depth of when he looks at me
How painfully I love you soThese pretty words, they flow from meHow painfully I love you so19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and cast in silence, steal breath indeed
Tossing, turning, heavy air
Wake and realize you're not there,
tears so thick and pillow stained,
I sob and call your name in vain.
I feel I'll never be whole again,
And Never have a heart instead,
I'll put the pieces part by part,
inside a safe, and worlds apart
And clutch the tattered shreds of yours
let those words with your blood pour
and let the gentle midnight breeze
Whisper "its OK to grieve"
Hold on tight and calculate
The weight of every single mistake
I wish that sorry could truly show
just how painfully I love you so
Random Relief.Random20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All are feelings not too different, each are either positive or negative, sometimes the opposite in certain circumstances. Each is something I feel, usually one at a time, it's quite foreign to feel it all at one time.
Now that is a feeling I can relate to, something pretty safe despite the unwanted familiarity. There is just a certain blanketing feeling to it all, smothering in comfort, figural and, in some context, literal. It's times like this I like to look at my Montanan skies, become lost in the beautiful lie of the scenery. What appears as warm and inviting may just end up killing you, from deep freeze weather to suffocatingly hot. Like I said, a beautiful lie.
To say I'm unhappy is not completely truthful, but to say I'm happy is also a lie, numb would have to suffice. Honestly, there is nothing wrong, but at the same time everything. It's more over whelming than anything.
Forever HalfwayWe like Chinese food and our tea, sweet.Forever Halfway20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Neglect thy name is defeat
But maybe we could make something
From the shadow of what we use to be,
Or i could fabricate it new
Just for you
My heart still beats the same,
It's rhythm still echoing your name
If I could I'd heal your wounds
I'm better at making them brand new,
But I would try to be my very best for you
Regret thy name is always hope
You gave me a lovely gift of rope,
I used to hang myself
I use to wake you with my lips,
But I was always just a blip
On your radar
I'll open my heart and leave it lonely,
And I'd let you board if only
We could get that far
When To-morrow Starts Without Me....When To-morrow Starts Without Me....22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When to-morrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me, too.
But when to-morrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
For The Teenage Girls Who Spend Their Waking...For The Teenage Girls Who Spend Their Waking Days and Sleepless Nights Scouring the World For Freedom:For The Teenage Girls Who Spend Their Waking...1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is a tree
blooming in your chest,
But all you can think of
is the fact that the leaves are falling,
There is power
in your words,
and in your voice
But all you seem to notice
is your smudged lipstick.
In school, you spend the day trying not to slip over your shoelaces,
At home you are attempting not to cower under the screams,
and every minute of every day
you try not to cave under the expectations,
because you have to do this,
you have to gain their approval-
But that's how you found yourself in his arms,
Sewing your mouth shut while his hand sleeks closer and closer up your legs,
as he whispers curdled taunts and sour jeers into your innocent ears,
But if there is one thing that I have learned,
it is that YOU make your own expectations, YOU make your own life,
and YOU are the one who has the power to change things.
So, you'll ask, in the end,
who else do you have but yourself?