if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,i might cut my hair if it didn't remind me of you,if alice in wonderland was set in 2012,17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but just like the fade from september into the pits of october,
i'm not alice, this isn't wonderland, but i am just as surrounded by things that yell,
"eat me! drink me!" and they don't say it but i know they'll all make me bigger,
sadder, fatter, too big to fit into a house, my arms my legs come shooting out,
everything i feel is just too loud-
i should be better than i am.
i should be taking the world by the shoulders, shaking back its shoulders because i am a storm, i am a force of nature and you will take notice-
but my winds are quiet. my rain is sad.
i'm too afraid to swell up in full vigor,
to take what is mine in case it's taken from me again,
i will never forget what you did- in camera flash moments, in sharp moments-
to leave me broken.
there are some cuts that never close up.
there are some things that never get spoken.
and there are some things yo
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.Wicked5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secrets1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
Slow Your RollSlow your roll; take one day at a time. Life is easier to process in small doses. Do not be concerned, with the shit you can’t change, because that’s just a waste of time. Keep your eye on the prize, but don’t let it consume you, else you’ll find no joy, at the end of that ride. Do the things that make you happy, because you’re no good to anyone, without that.Slow Your Roll2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The music we hear today...In my opinion, The true meaning of music will die shortly,The music we hear today...4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Since people only care of being big and famous and get money for their own,
And they never share their success unless they'll gain some glory,
But they'res some people who makes music to make people feel better,
or who explains what the world looks like in their eyes,
And the best part, they'll never be traitors,
Like the ones who betray the way of true music,
Those people were called emos, Satan's children, or just plain weird,
because most people's taste of music is getting more sick,
But, I'm one of their fans and that's what keeps me stronger,
And in the future, I want to destroy someone else's sense of "justice"
With the power of true music, and to regain our peaceful order,
Because, I don't want our future generations in pain or just plain shallow,
If I do that, I'll save the true music in no time~!
Dear YouOkay, we need to talkDear You1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know bygones are bygones
But I can’t get you gone
Out of my head.
I keep remembering what was said
And how it led to you leaving
And I can’t shake these feelings
And I just wish that you had stayed.
If only I knew what to say or do at the time
To remind you how happy you were to be mine
And how happy I was to be yours.
I kept thinking my pain would ease with time
But as these years went by my pain only grew
And I knew my love for you was real.
It’s been at least two years since we spoke
And nothing has changed: It is still real
And I’m still here
And every promise I made to you still stands.
.:We are the Proxies:.this is a game....:We are the Proxies:.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you cant choose how to win...
No one will win...
There are many of us in this game
but yet there are no winners...
The objective of the game is to serve....
To serve the one who is our difference between life and death....
Acceptance and discrimination....
He says that we wouldn't last one minuet in their world....
We believe him....but wish we didn't have to....
We want to go there...
because we serve him....
227Get up get on get in there2272 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We never get there
Sand slipping awayThey tell me that I have the world in my handsSand slipping away3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But all I see is sand slipping away in the hour glass.
I let an hour pass just to watch the day wisp away
Before being sure that I can't control the way the wind blows.
Who truly knows where the wind will end up taking us
Once the day is done, the diploma is won, and we walk off stage.
We turn the page, a new act in life's grand play,
We know our parts by heart, but forget our lines anyway.
We all have grand plans, wanting to brand our names into history
Uncaring of the mystery as to why so few names are remembered.
Straight from the cradle, we are thrust into a new type of light.
As the dust settles, we feel alright, but we know something is wrong.
All along when we were with our fathers and our mothers,
We never dreamed of finding others to help survive these wastes.
Some follow temptation, finding salvation in wasting away,
But the rest of us continue to attempt to seize the day.
With the sand our caps and gowns drift away, we pick up o
disney is evil.I made a techno/industrial song about Disney's subliminal messages. Here's the link. http://youtu.be/qnu0HvOQe9Y For the imagery of the song I put together a slideshow of the subliminal message found that belong to Disney. Plz watch and enjoy.disney is evil.3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The American LieWhat screws us up most often in life, is our expectation of it. That whole great job, one love, white picket fence, little house on the prairie, with notches on the wall to mark how much the children have grown, is a great dream, but that’s all it is –a dream. If you’ve accomplished even half of it, then be thankful, because it’s more than most.The American Lie3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To becomeA memory is a treasureTo become4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that you will need in your future,
Covered with love,hatred and fear
so you better choose what you tear,
Like a little rose lying dry
make sure the one you choose won't make you cry,
for when your feet runs to tomorrow
you'll forget everything and you will be in great sorrow,
choose what you want and choose what you need
in order for your soul ignore the bleed,
so hold your chin up high
face the stars lying up in the sky,
hold your treasure in your mind
open your eyes,don't be blind,
enter the chambers and choose one scenery
and you will be the person who you always wanted to be.
Attainting EqualityKill the horseAttainting Equality1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Leave the man there
Steal his shirt
Leave nothing to wear
Kill his pride
Leave his guilt
Steal his voice
Leave him to wilt
Kill his future
Leave hist past
Thrust your knowledge into him
Ignorance can never last
Colores enfrentadosConcibo la locura que quiero rasgar,Colores enfrentados7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
que fluye como el polvo de mis largas uñas,
que baila donde yo no puedo,
que emite luz donde oscuro yo veo.
Es la salvadora de pepitas de vida mortal,
es la Elucinadora que en esta tierra impía
se posa como ave soberbia
y me obliga a eliminarla, pues me causa molestia.
Esa tortura que es verla, esa noche de luz eterna,
no entiende que en mí, azul y violeta
son su rojo, amarillo y magenta,
que su mansa sonrisa, es mi espada violenta.
Los ciegos se preguntan: -¿Porqué la detestas?-.
Y yo les contesta con aires de grandeza:
-Porque es la flor que corroe mi maleza,
es la lanza de fuego en mi reino de frío y yesca.
Se puede buscar arreglar un aparato,
una máquina inerte, un muñeco de trapo,
una planta muerta, un sueño mal pensado,
mas no un pulso de piedra en animal encerrado.
No, no me relajo, fluye del río de saliva,
de la leche del plato, de la blanca ala salvadora
eyes that hold universes, make our minds orbiti find it funny howeyes that hold universes, make our minds orbit2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we can understand the skies,
water and earth but human
emotion is out of our grasp
giggle with me
and stare into the eyes
of another other than own.
they hold a world unknown
PoetryWoe is me! Woe is me!Poetry2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am at constant enmity
With poems, my mortal enemy.
I don't believe I'll be set free
From the bond of poetry.
Across the ocean and the sea
There is no way that I can flee
The constant curse of writing thee
Oh horrendous, yet wondrous, poetry.
BalanceIt's my insanity that keeps me saneBalance2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We need an equal balance with love and hate
While we do try to eleminate it will never go away
I portray an idea that chaos is positive now
But only cuse what up with out down
Most people are deft to the silence
And honestly its really loud
What if MLK was just like secrigation is allowed
What if he was silent, crazy thought right
It is, no coincidence,
That silent and listen
Im not spelling it out for you do it your self
[FR] Du travailT'appelles ça un chef-d'œuvre ?[FR] Du travail3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
C'est qu'des conneries !
T'appelles ça un chef-d'œuvre ?
En pleurant dans mon lit !
Y'a même pas d'harmonie
Juste des mots peu polis
Mis à la file on s'croirait en usine
Mais c'est qu'du travail à la Chine !
Du travail comme y'en a partout
Du travail de robot
Ou des p'tits boulots
Pas d'quoi s'payer une copine
Encore moins une limousine.
Sans trop d'efforts
Sans avoir à bosser
Jusqu'à ma mort
J'veux pas être l'esclave de mon patron
Qui s'dore la rondelle sur le sable chaud de Toulon.
Même si travailler
N'est pas ma priorité
Finira par m'attraper
Pour me plaquer
Au sol et m'foutre une raclée
Mémorable; soit j'passe
Pas d'issue, pas d'alternative
Juste une vérité :
Les mots vont pas m'nourrir;
Faut qu'j'me mette à taffer.
Dirty SouthThey call us dirty south and for good reason; styling somewhere between redneck and urban degenerate. Wild and rowdy at times, but our hearts are true. We roll with the punches and laugh when the world tries to kick us down. This is our way, the way of back yard BBQ’s and bonfires, loud music and good company -under the open sky, red eyed and smiley. While jammin to the sounds of Twisted KARMA and Bandulu Red. Yeah, this is livin.Dirty South3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pre-pay, The game?Game... Pre-paid?Pre-pay, The game?4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The anxious wait... Of what to get.
A list of options, each year... Like the same.
"Pay now for time", the price ain't right.
To wait... Ain't fine, the shiny... "Buy" button.
It draws me near... The graph*, style, gear.
But still, no good... As I read the "About".
The story seems bad... With the little it tells.
Its been used before, but its different... In ways.
"It's the octopus plot!" Like it wasen't the last.
"Even "noobs" would know"... In that genre... Of course.
Should I wait? Should I buy? It's the question...
A Day in a LifeWake up for another day. GruelingA Day in a Life4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Step into the shower. Cleaning
Put on a towel and exit. Drying
Prepare eggs for breakfast. Frying
Step out the door for work. Driving
Turn in the work report late. Trying
Get fired for late report. Pleading
Have a breakdown in the break room. Crying
Escorted off the premises. Fighting
Go to bed on the floor. Sleeping
Prepare for the next day. Repeating