4/13Today4/136 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
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 secrets2 days 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 day 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
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.An Infectious Disease2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.A Priceless Future5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streetsRagtime Streets2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.Mr. Frost2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.A Racial Stereotype6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Attainting EqualityKill the horseAttainting Equality1 day 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
ur teilunsur teil4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Radio Yesterday (Young Poetry - Contest Entry)Radio Yesterday (Young Poetry - Contest Entry)4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Conflict cursed by who we are
deserts drowning doubt who we were
I do not understand
the meaning of warfare or warmth
so I stand here in the steepest sands
I have a multicultural
feeling murdering my mindless mind
from all the magical memories
I batter behind
Conflict cluttering all of my crowns
rusting a reprise re-approaching the grains
giving glittering german nazis gangster games
Lifeboats linger along the land leaving families
left to drown deeper down dirty dolphin homes
hung higher than hackney men mumbling mysteriously
back to their homes heaving backwards
beating blackberries burning brains
bleach breaking blazing blinds
guns grave great gents
idols inspirations icebergs intentions
Follow the doll dusted downstairs
follow the blizzard beating bears
fall down dirty ditches where you will stay
disturbing daylight, disturbing days
John Lennon on the floor
Laws leaving because of souls
Martin Luther King Jr is gone
Farewell Freddie, forever loved
In My Bath Tub Last NightDon't tell me that what I deal with everyday is not worth my broken bones and slit up wrists.In My Bath Tub Last Night6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't tell me that in time I can be fixed.
Your perfect god cannot heal all wounds.
Maybe your god is not as perfect as you think
But then again maybe I am the one that's wrong.
It doesn't matter.
I no longer care.
Because you see when I was crying you weren't there.
You didn't';t see my tears or feel my pain.
And maybe my words are just escaped fragments of dust that can creep out of my cracking walls.
built up so high as if to protect me from unknown dangers.
Maybe this prophesied prodigal son is not so perfect...
This poem is for every teenager leaning over the edge of a three story building tonight...
This poem is for every one with a gun raised to his temple at this moment..
This poem Is not about suicide,
But it is about survival.
You know that I know that you think that you are ready to die.
But don't pull the trigger.
Listen. To my softly spoken plea...
I've been where you are tonight.
Caprice In SpringCaprice In SpringCaprice In Spring1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The children read Bukowski before bedtime
And dream of cheap wine and women;
I myself am strange and unusual-
They are not my children
But they have long been wished upon me.
I was in love with a madman
Until he was well again.
I hear he's doing alright,
Enough money for the wife and the mistress-
But if we judge it's misandry.
Not that I care.
My friends and 'friends' alike tell me
I could have a terrible future in poetry,
I'm still not sure about it
One way or
Regardless I will write it all.
BeautySmall stomachBeauty16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Fake big boobs
You should love it
It's whats new
Cute small toes
Be a slut
Be a perv
You're too small
You're too big
You should always wear a wig
Cover your face, with a wall
TomorrowIt's harder now to be grateful forTomorrow2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
those memories that bring me to tears.
All the things guys arent supposed to feel,
slowly choking the life out of me.
The pictures in my mind are fading
but my heart cant forget yesterday.
That part of me has been broken now,
for longer than i can remember.
Yet feelings cling on to the splinters,
like ticks feeding on my shattered life.
I will feel better, apparently,
tomorrow. Only a day away.
Every time i wake in the morning,
the one after is the magic key.
To the door through which i can be free
to remember you with love and smile.
The same happy feelings i felt then,
before you were just a memory.
The StrangerYou followed the words of The Stranger,The Stranger2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You danced to this strange man's tune,
You followed his dark in the sunlight,
You danced with him under the moon.
You did as he willed in a Cape of Night,
And holding a torch of blue flame,
You saw his face in your anger,
and never will you be the same.
The Stranger tapped on your dancing bones,
And playing his ghostly song,
The Stranger picked up your nightmares,
And swept them all along.
He laid you a platter of golden food,
And gorged you on heavenly fruit,
He dressed you in robes of softest cloth,
And silk weaved into a suit.
You walked with him over fields,
And sat with him in the grass,
You rested and watched the sun-rise,
And watched the cattle walk past.
You follow the words of The Stranger,
You listen to his every breath,
You help him create you a new life,
For The Stranger, my child, is Death.
New YorkNew York is visceral, raw, and loudNew York2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and it smells like money and pizza and vice
and it's beautiful and big, Statue-of-Liberty-big,
big like big buildings and ideas, it's the Big Apple,
Apple and Macy's and Prada and Gucci and everything else
all huddled together on Broadway and Times Square,
next to Wall Street, trading stock shares, stock broker
stock broken, boxed-in, stacking broken boxes,
sucks to be broke in New York, stuck life, static dreams
and taxes higher than skyscrapers, ought to box your stuff and move,
neighbors making paper, so now you're stacking paper newspapers
north of 110, Manhattan, making hats in Harlem
for downtown tourists to wear, telling you to get a job, live the American Dream,
but you dreamt too hard for poverty, too hard to just ask if I want fries with that.
I say yessir, I want New York with a side of fries and gangs and corruption,
erupting humanity, sonder, people walking, being real:
New York is real, its
Luz de EscarchaSi no impulsas tú mi corriente sangrienta,Luz de Escarcha3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
creador de lo azul, para mi chispa inconexa,
omite tu zarpa de apartarme de la tierra,
y crea, mañana, mi reino de flores de frío y yesca.
No ansío las llamas, no confío en Ve,
no busco las brasas, no creo en creer,
detesto la ruptura, detesto el deber.
¿Y soy yo creador de augurios a pájaros sin plumas?
Oh, Lopt, tu frío me satura, es la magia de tu ser,
que congela mi brazo y lo ata a ti, gigante y pez.
Atrévete a aparecer, demonio del cirio,
calienta con tu frío mi espada y caer.
Castiga a este crío, pared de roca,
con la peste que trajo, infame e infecta,
pues cree que hay maneras de abrir cualquier puerta.
Lo creía tan fácil, sonrisa de ingravidez,
perdóname, Freya, perdóname, Frey,
quise creer volar, mas la tierra es dónde debo ser.
No quería el riesgo mortal de caer bajo la primera
que accedió al reino del que yo
Latajacy HolenderLatający holenderLatajacy Holender5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Śmiercio latająca w niebiosach świata.
Idź precz, uciekaj z wiosek ,zamieszkałych w sercach naszych.
Pogardą karm poddanych swoich, ubranych w szkielety w dzień w dzień.
Zachłyśnij się swoją śliną , boś dotknął skarb nie przeznaczony dla ciebie.
Przepadnij w czeluściach piekieł, zaśnij na zawsze, odejdź czym prędzej.
UntitledI want to be your first choice.Untitled6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to be
lipstick smudged on your collar
mascara left on your pillow,
and a spare eyelash
lost within your sheets.
I've been taught that love is not a priority.
I've been taught that I am not a priority;
I've been taught that you
don't know how to make up your mind.
I'll make it up for you.
If we're all stained glass windows,
I want to be the one
that someone chooses to worship under-
I want to be the one
whose colors are so vibrant
that it makes someone look twice, and stay.
Even if I wind up being your first choice,
I don't want to be a choice you have to make.
Dream of peaceMy mind is like a beautiful scenery,Dream of peace6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where grass can grow as they please
and hives that can actually be lived by bees,
where prey and predators are friends
and where birds fly to their hearts' content,
where humans dance like bamboos
with flower crowns on their head,
where race doesn't matter
or what cloth you wear,
where there's only one language,
and there's nothing else to compare,
where there are no weapons
just people and animals living together
in a happy and peaceful way,
where there's no president,
no corrupt senators or mayors,
where there's no war
but just like I said,
it's only in my mind,
I dream about peace and love
and it may sound ridiculous
but I'm not the only one.
Friends are where?Though the question is concealed, My friends, they wonder, are they near?Friends are where?6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"What friends?" I'd say, as lone could be.
"I hurt their feelings...? Of course I did."
True! We were different, as just one of our kind.
But hell... Didn't notice. That we weren't... Alike.
They all looked for their "Something", but that "thing", wasen't me...
I left them in shadows, as the shadow, I'm... Me.
As if I had something! When I didn't, want a thing.
I just lived my life, in the pain... I held in.
So now? Is it better? The "things", that they looked for.
"Oh! I wouldn't know... As the one that just left them."
"Its a small wonder why? just right why? As it is..."
"The lone question of where? Where I left them... In tears?"