Words of Wisdom Wall"Everyone is weird, if you're normal that makes you weird because you're different from all the weird people."Words of Wisdom Wall2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
~BawdyWawdy , July 2014 Bawdywawdy
"With time and experience comes success and recognition"
~Nekomoku, July 2014 :Nekomoku
"The impossible is not impossible, because saying something is impossible just means you're not doing (or haven't done) it right."
~Columnboy, July 2014 ColumnBoy
"Watch old movies, so then when someone asks you what your favorite movie is you can say casablanca or my fair lady and make them dumbfounded."
~Musicisthenewspeech, July 2014 musicisthenewspeech
"What you do not want others to do to you, do not do to others."
Quote: Confucius ~Enhar, July 2014 :Enhar
"Eh I've seen worst ^^
But, we require that adrenaline rush, it keeps us "awake" and alert for anything.^^"
~SoulofSilverduh, July 2014 SoulofSilverduh
"Hehe! Its good every once in a while to be scared. But I guess some of us are more alert than others. We will never be as sca
Tagged because I'm meTagged because I'm me5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My name is Scr1b3
I was born in New Zealand, and I really don’t care
About you, your gender, or your nationality. (Or anything else people are prejudiced against these days…)
I get inspired by art, by people, the world and everything.
I speak English, a bit of French, Hebrew, but feel free to educate me
KNOWLEDGE. Knowledge is power
My biggest life goal is to survive. It is currently also my hardest project
And no I will not post my name
Did you know that wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear by over 700 times?
If I follow trends, it’s either cos they’re worth following, or you are
I like black. But glow-in-the dark’s nice too
I also like Ingress, (t’ game) most children, and anything that lives, breathes and doesn’t purposefully try to make my life a misery
I’d prefer to be less social than I am, but alas, people seem to have this annoying habit of becoming attached to me, and then I start to like
Hindsight 20/20Bittersweet are my apples of greenHindsight 20/205 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Green to the very core of what I hold dear
I hate tart
But it is all I know
My taste buds yearn for something more
So I venture to the boundary
Like I have time and time again
With its attempts to separate the laws of attraction
But it cannot deny the longing that I feel within
I gaze upon the crimson tempters
So close and yet so far
Just out of reach
I won’t have to walk far
To sink my teeth into a blushing forbidden fruit
My mouth salivates for a scarlet tender and sweet
So I cross the line and start
A life among the luscious fruit aflame
A short time passes
And they all decay
Humbled by a bittersweet rotting heap
Of those that had seen better days
I have a moment of clarity
And confront my past of greed
As I reminisce of a past life
With tartness green
video games =/= real live just because you saw something violent in a game or show doesn't mean you'll do it in real lifevideo games =/= real live3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
here's a video 2 prove it. http://youtu.be/emyAIuqD__A
let's talk! :)I like to take and role play with people so if you guys ever get bored talk to me.I'm always on.let's talk! :)3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Decade And A YearI'm back to where it all beganDecade And A Year3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the village that was once my home
A dingy two bedroom flat,
Where i dreamed of aliens through the night
My primary school,
With it's rooms filled with forgotten thoughts
The church across the way
The park on the playing filled,
With its swings and wooden things
A decade and a year gone
And everything's wrong...
What will beIf we put down our gunsWhat will be1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If we let go of our bombs
If we get off our ships
If we get off our jets
what will be there for us?
We will lose everything,
if we don't fight
we will fail,
we will die
with no identity.
We will lose our homes,
our children will starve to death,
what will be there for us?
when they're taking our lives
one by one.
If we stop fighting now,
what will be there for us?
who will defend our countrymen?
who will protect the our fatherland?
What will be there for us?
if we give up now,
there's nothing left
but ashes of loss.
American DreamsHave you ever been out on the street and wondered where your feetAmerican Dreams3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
May take you in this wide, wide world?
You have the dream you have the talent, bring the voice we’ll hit these streets hard like a wall with a mallet
Only to find these streets not as glittering gold, the dirt of dirt of generations burying the soul
Of this land and its people, the hard fights with blood stained hands
People praying to the pipe or needle
There is nothing so resolute, as being destitute
Where next meals come in growing lines of the hungry pleas of humanity
As each day becomes a struggle for survival a trial and conviction of the very thing
which built this country.
Our hands, our fight, our hardships, our lives mean nothing to the hands who
hold the money above our heads.
American Dreams buried without mourning.
love history1. He taught me to forget. Most days, I'm pretty good at it. But every once in a while his memory gets caught in my teeth. I try to swallow it down but it stays stuck like a lump in my esophagus.love history5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2.I loved sitting in that quiet house with you watching movies because I knew that at the end of the night we would wind up talking for hours about the things that we'd been wanting to say all along.
I used activities as a means to an end.
I wasn't really all that interested in bowling or laser tag or swimming, or the park; I was interested in you. And that was all I needed. If you were there I would be too. If there was a place you wanted to go, I would go with you.
You were the first boy I ever loved but somehow I always felt insecure. Like my hold over you was frayed from the start. Like maybe you belonged to another girl, one you hadn't even met yet but who would love you like a poem, like you should have always been loved.
3. He was testing his wings but I could not help him fly. He wasn'
Rainy DayShe's walking down the road this way,Rainy Day5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dripping wet; she doesn't care.
Bruise on cheek,
Black left eye,
Stormy rain clouds,
A wet leaf trembling in the breeze,
Words chase tails in her head,
A hundred things she hasn't said,
A thousand things she has to say,
But not right here, Not today.
Me aburroRitmos y palabras que no puedo entenderMe aburro1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
junto a los susurros de una aliento enlatado;
me asusto, sobresaltado, no lo puedo creer:
esto es música para los ancianos entretener.
¿Anciano soy? Por Balder ¡Qué tontería!
¡Qué barato mi aburrimiento al atardecer!
Cae la noche y me invaden mis ironías:
Morfeo, dale a mi insomnio un par de sonrisas.
Mi madriguera se llena de disparates,
cajas de cartón tan endebles como mi razón
¿quién querría que yo le hablase?
Para loco estoy yo: loco de remate.
Ah, es el tiempo pesado durante estas noches,
pierdo cada momento intentando aprovecharlo,
demonios, cada cuál acaba Odín sabe dónde,
hasta que, por fin, puedo dormir de un golpe.
Dear Feminist in a free, equal country. I never really thought much about it.Dear Feminist in a free, equal country. 2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Soon I learned more an' more.
These women fight for equal rights and justice.
But wait, most of them lived in the Americas or Europe.
We're a lot of those countries in those continents free?
They treated man and woman as if there were not a sex provided?
I do not understand why they would yell and protest for better rights to women.
You want to be CEO of a company?
What if a male gets the part?
The company must be a sexist place.
You will protest and go to a court.
But where were you when you were supposed to be working hard and helping others.
I do not understand why a woman would a go crazy over a male getting her job, or something else.
It is something that shouldn't be taken so sensitively unless you really needed it, other than that there will be other opportunities.
Feminist are not needed in these free countries.
They are born in to safety, with loving parents.
Most are born in middle-class to upper-class families with both parents who work
God for a DayIf I was god for a day, what would I first say?God for a Day3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All are free, equal, and none will pay.
The poor will eat and lost find a way.
The tainted will have a second chance and will not be hid away,
If I was god for a day.
But who would say if I was god for a day?
Who would cry and who would sway?
Maybe I am god with whatever I say?
With every word a prayer for a better way,
We are all god for a day.
12 WordsIce kings12 Words3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
prisoner calls activists fakePolitical Prisoner Mumia Abu Jamal Sets the Record Straight on Media, Bogus Black “Activists” and Ferguson Police Claiming “Outside Agitators Were Causing Trouble In the Streets In Response to the Murder of 18 Year Old Mike Brown Who was Gunned Down by Ferguson, Missouri police.prisoner calls activists fake3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/mumia-abu-jamal-weighs-outside-agitators-ferguson/
on things forgottenI went on facebook yesterday.on things forgotten1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And as the lonely droning of another August day passed;
stuck in the vortex between college semesters,
the interim between "real life" and summer,
this empty time;
I decided to look at my old photos
to remind me of the person I once was.
As I went back,
I realized how much I'd grown up.
Even though I looked at the same face day after day in the mirror,
and didn't notice any changes, they were in fact there.
I saw photos of my sister's old friends.
People I used to look up to;
people I want to seem cool to;
people I had completely forgotten.
That idea rolled around in my head for the rest of the day
like a clothes drier stuck on the "cool down setting;"
how sad is the fate of being forgotten.
If only our brains were like computer databases,
we'd hold every laugh, every stranger's face,
every funny story,
every time we fell and bruised our left knee,
ever millisecond of heart break,
in the palm our hands.
It's a strange world
to think that the people we forg
Bleach.My life is bloodstained.Bleach.58 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can drench myself in bleach but no amount could wash it all away.
My life is bloodstained, stained with reddened copper.
Remnants and traces.
Metallic flavors and swirling crimson.
My life is bloodstained, I can't shed this coat of internal liquid.
It's plastered there for all to see.
Borax and Pine sol.
Strongest of chemicals and strongest of scents.
Odors and stinging eyes.
None could retract the mess that is made.
My life is bloodstained and no amount of elbow grease,
force and strength and determination could relieve this stain from its place.
My life is bloodstained with memories of a past that should be forgotten.
A former life that means more than it should.
Forcing me to meander.
Stains and spots and smudges and specks and spills and messes.
My life is blo
Nontitlednight deals in el barrio with the stygian stroke of a spanish gitana turning life over to blind draws bent by bombs blown on brick sores still burning out our eyes now: empty barrels before: monolithic rivers losing Esperanza to streets weaving schemes by hands that mumble in a twilight tongue. click-clackNontitled1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a glock cocks before a pop lays her on the block. she lies on a concrete slab bartering broken breaths for memories at different terminals of a Tianguis forking endlessly toward a horizon suspending the last sun in abeyance while el barrio circles the red inkblot that baptizes a moon conjuring flashes of la noche triste as Nanahuatzin siphons the blood flowing along the banks on 6th
st. then sprays it off a bedrock tip; shrewd whispers find an occult palette
and trace out the memories through a seething red. color fumbles in the dark but daybreak illuminates the aerosol dreams of a wandering tagger that feeds the sun humanity. still-life in the streets mirrors the desolation of a tho
VenisonThey said, “Start with the venisonVenison4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
then breathe in the rest later.
Show us how nice you can clean up, kid”
I turned back my hat with all but disregard for the bright headlights
heading my way
If you never blow smoke in the face
of the hand that feeds you
can you really even say that you lived one single day?
Maybe one day I won’t be eating lunch alone
Either or never really matters either way
Maybe if I look at them hard enough
I can turn that into me
Maybe if I poison myself
I’ll come back as Jesus bearing fruit
and I’ll come back as cool as anarchy
They said, “Venison left in the lukewarm cooler
I downed myself with enough of the stuff
to spit it back up
then eat it again
I’ve no real time to waste because I’ve nothing to do
but waste space with the roadkill I pasted on my wall in great taste
I’ve an eye for quality
I just can’t see myself for the life of me
I don’t mean to cry for attenti
Day 0My time is upDay 010 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and I never got to go get that ice cream
or take a walk along the boulevard
and now I never will
White AfricaAs far as could beWhite Africa15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Home is nowhere near
Yet as it remains
The smoke still lingers
Cheap tobacco stuffed
In rolled book paper
And of course
Long ass walks
Yet as it remains
I'll always know
It's little things
I want back
If I could
I'd turn back
This damn clock
Undo my stupidity
But like before
I'll always know
What I clutch
If it's hope
How could I
Be so certain
If it's guilt
Could I know
If it's not
The hated self
I'm so desperate
Just to save
With a whimper
And a stare
If I give up
And leave the promise
Just lay down
The last place
I'd ever call home
Is it guilt
The only thing left now
Is it iron
The thing I hate
And how I left behind
The last place
I'd ever call home
All thats left now
2bitWandering a vast city I don't know.2bit16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And this is how it feels to take a
Running all the lights.
So tired of being here.
Suppressed by all my childish
d r i p d r i p d o w nYour gaze follows mine.d r i p d r i p d o w n16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Up to the curvature of my spine.
Down to the colors all over my f i n g e r t i p s.
I don't want to stand still.
I don't want to lose this.
Standing still like a statuette.
Lose the taste when you part my l i p s.
It is raining on the roof of my soul,
The time running out in my hands.
I do my best to play your r e q u e s t s.
This sadness is a language.
Scared that I will lose my tongue- -
Your gaze follows the scars.
Follows the small traces of blood
Down my arms.
Down my face.
All I get in return is anguish.
Time is running out.
Gone is the wonder.