Dear YouTo the greatest person on this somewhat significant planet,Dear You6 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've somehow fallen into this emotional trap that makes me want you for myself. In all your glory, hatred and remorse. I seem to have become fond of your devilish manner. Perhaps it was our similarities, such as our love for the same hot beverages and Marvel knowledge. Or perhaps it was the raging hormonal lust that we share for a presence of dominance in the bedroom.
I could tell you about how exceptionally perfect you are but that would be a lie, and one that you would most likely suspect of. But I've never really been fond of "perfect", when used as a standard, and I think that's why I like you. Being such a wall flower myself, I've grown accompanied to the downs and the ups of oddness and whatnot. I like your honesty. Honesty of intoxicated mistakes and stories of heart strings that have been pulled to the point of snapping.
I also love your basic dreams of merely being alive and playing music. I like that you see me
born from your darknessReach for my hand when you stumble,born from your darkness7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
fearful of the thunders rumble.
Expecting selfless sacrifice,
as though you had no heart of ice.
Born from the darkness inside you,
my light you try to extinguish.
Don't claim you don't know, don't see,
a sponge soaked in bad memory.
Wring me out or tear me apart,
bring me the undertakers cart.
Sit back and watch me fight the dark,
as you shy away from the light.
The notion of family lost,
buried since before my first frost.
My life had only just begun,
your web of lies already spun.
The clouds around me darkening
long before the lightening struck.
Bloody hands on a smoking gun,
winding up and coming undone.
What was proud and bold now laid low,
restrained since by heavy shadows.
As you seek solace in the dark,
i keep trying to find the light.
On Wax WingsSpeak not softlyOn Wax Wings10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of your troubled fate
Huddled late, cross at the
Loss of doubled rates
Prostitute your sorrows
til the morrow can't come
Mind: scant and numb,
You borrowed some horrors
For you to Tell, See, Believe
Starve her beastly cheap when she's deceived,
Upheaved and ruptured,
As you yet corrupt her,
Leave her upstirred in life's broken structures
Who ever said you can see beyond the sun?
Beyond the moon, the sword, and beyond the gun?
Who ever claimed you could walk the seven seas
Through heaven's fire and through its dreaded breeze?
And thread with ease a Gordian knot at whim, known,
While playing your accordion hot with prim tones,
and prone to the thoughts of the world before you
Kneel, adore you to the core you deplore through?
Prostitute your every degradation
Blame it all off with prevarication
Declare with patience that you just can't face it
Deny your dishonesty, then embrace it
You harmed me,
Lied, defied, denied
And tried to get by
on wax wings to fly too high
AppreciationAppreciation16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How should I start this
A deep and sincere appreciation to you
Talkative teacher of all trades
For being there for so many of us
You did not ask for anything in return
Teacher in disguise and a lovely friend
You got everything under control
Comfort me when I was down
Done the extra mile
With you around when I need it most
and I could not ask for more
You can't drown waterYou cant repair something brokenYou can't drown water11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with words alone, but they're a start.
I know it sticks in your throat, but,
being sorry might begin to
dull the blade you stuck in their back.
The right tool for the job at hand
is not the one nearest to you.
Finding it is often harder
than using it could ever be.
You can't burn fire, or drown water.
Either though, is more than ready
to turn on you in a heart beat.
Wishing something never happened
doesn't change the fact that it did.
Open your eyes and see whats real.
Seattle.The trees here make it rain and are forever pressed downSeattle.11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by the weight of it.
The trees here make it rain and so
you will always be wet with rain
and sticky with pine sap slicks
in unexpected places.
Your children will be born with
pine needles carpeting their soles,
And they will always be a little damp and a little cold
even in the desert
they will be cold.
The forest is ancient and cold and mourning
and maybe that too is passed onto her children
mourning for something that never was,
something that never was lost.
The city is like a big sister snooping
you will love her because she
is your sister and because
hers are the only other people in the world born
mossy and aching
you will hate her because she is small minded
and she is too much like you.