AmaranthineCast your dreamsAmaranthine3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To your body's tide
When your mind opens wide
All things end
Yet there's no goodbyes
From within your own eyes
How far gone? (Updated)Just because there's wordsHow far gone? (Updated)2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Doesn't mean there's a thought behind them.
(The slate was wiped clean.)
Just because my eyes are open
Doesn't mean I'm awake.
(I fell asleep long ago.)
I may be hearing
But that doesn't mean I'm listening.
(I've tuned into another station frequency.)
I may have been touched
But that doesn't mean I feel.
(I'm long past numb.)
Though I eat
I shan't taste.
(The food has been bland since before this.)
I wouldn't want to wake up.
(Your world is terrifying.)
My mind's eyes are completely closed
I like where I am.
(My world is nice. My world is safe. They can't get to me here.)
I'm in my bubble.
How far gone am I?
I can't take
All the pain I see.
(It shouldn't effect me.)
I feel like screaming
At the world.
(As if that would do anything.)
It's like torture
(Because I can't help you. I don't know how.)
So I'm hurting.
(I feel lost, you're always my constant.)
What do I do?
How can I help you?
(Please don't go! I need yo
SmileI am the clippings.Smile1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The shards and the trimmings.
The thrown away and wasted, stitched and pasted.
Lost and Fragmented.
But I'll put on a smile and pretend I'm not dented.
What do I write?I don't know what to write.What do I write?4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There's so much on my mind,
So many things that could take flight!
But I don't know what to write.
I could talk about inadequacy.
How I was lazy and immature and didn't listen in school.
How I don't have much vocab and my grammar is as useful as a broken tool.
How I don't write much because I'm afraid of appearing as a fool.
I could speak on inadequacy.
Then there's always anger.
How people say I'm good at art when all I see is a twelve year old's lines.
How my freedom is restricted and I'm just confined to two places.
How my friends don't respond and I sit here in stasis.
Yeah. I could write about anger.
But how about guilt?
How I've been such a asshole to my family in recent months.
How I've not stayed in touch with the friends who're living in hell.
How I screw up often and end up hating myself and not leaving my shell.
I don't know.
Maybe I just care too much.
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages ofWriting at Oxford5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
drunken novellas and tragic plays,
a small ferret creeps and a young girl strays.
Enticed by a fantasy mirror and
lightly cut by a subtle blade,
the fabrics between worlds gently part
and literature is new and made.
A delicate array of alternate ideas
welded together within the parchment of a book.
Be careful how far you peer between
the never-ending lines of flowing ink.
Beware of your ever changing daemons and
ensure you don’t fall for their trick.
For they would have you think that
there is nothing more behind these shelves.
The truths they do hastily conceal as
there is more than you could ever believe.
Keep your friends closer, your enemies closer still.
You’ll never know where you may meet as
you hide behind your wandering quill.
Wo willst du hin?Sie suchte sichWo willst du hin?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sie versuchte sich
versuchte zu finden
Sie fand sich
fand sich nicht
Nord Ost Süd West
wer sollte sie
sollte sie nachhause bringen
wer sollte sie festhalten
denn es machte keinen Sinn
um einfach zu warten
On Wax WingsSpeak not softlyOn Wax Wings6 days 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
Random Sugar Cubes"Sometimes the universe wants to be noticed and today, the universe decided to call to me in the form of your smile."Random Sugar Cubes1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Cloud mountains conceal"
"If you're a good learner, you'll be a horrible teacher, and, boy, am I good at learning."
Knowing the difference between yes and no
Uptight, straight board
Cheap smiles liquor lips
That's the best way to hide it"
Open Letter to A MisogynistHello Sir or MadamOpen Letter to A Misogynist1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am here today to ask you a question
Why, and perhaps this seems to you an ambiguous question,
But why aren't you a feminist?
I don't understand, do you not believe women equal to men?
Do you not think that women are people?
No, you say? That's not what you think at all?
Than why aren't you a feminist?
Is it because you don't hate men?
Neither do I.
Is it because you're not a lesbian?
I'm not either.
Is it because you think we're already equal?
Is it because you believe the negative connotations of being a feminist?
That's what I thought.
But please, listen a moment longer
And hear my reasons
And understand that I am not mad that you are not a feminist
I only seek to make you see why
Being a feminist is so very important.
At sixteen I spend my life in school
Being sexualized by boy-men who's names I do not know
Being called a hot piece when I wear heels (I wear them because I'm short)
I have been told to cover up my shoulders when my shirt wa
XI (Life Lessons)One.XI (Life Lessons)1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The people that crash into your life and then leave with slivers of your heart as souvenirs are not the ones. They do not care in the same way that you do.
That best friend who gets a little drunk and spills words out like a leaking faucet chose intoxication for a reason. Tread carefully, your sensitive friend just might be the best thing to happen to you in a long time.
The 'friends' that treat you differently may very likely be looking to get something from you. Discern what, and avoid them at all costs if necessary.
Those conversations you find odd often lead to more uncomfortable topics. Turn back as soon as you pick up on a change, you likely won't like where this is headed.
The regrets you have are the most memorable. Figure out what's going wrong and use the same ideas to create better memories.
Do at least three things in your life that are utterly insane. Live a little more than the average and you'll always be the one with the best s
The Moon in VirgoThe Moon in VirgoThe Moon in Virgo14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She wore Mercury on her lips;
For when the visions came
the madness left a poisonous taste in the mouth
and rotten teeth
There was once a sweet and youthful
element, as is the case with women,
But she lost her worth in societal eyes
long before twenty two.
Now she is eighty six
with no husband to determine her path;
The stars do it well enough.
Even the sun shines in a way
that allows her to regain stolen beauty,
Without the use of too much rouge.
Astrology became a science when God abandoned her,
Many would argue he was never there.
A distant relative was burned as
a witch of sorts,
But she is not bitter.
The tea she takes helps her to forget;
To drift off to sleep in a manner so sweet
that she cries to dream once more upon waking.
UntitledWow, music does really open your eyes.Untitled5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i just started listening to sigur ros, and my eyes and mind are open.
I have realised what i have lost, and what i have gained.
And it does make me sad, but things end and others begin for reasons, i wont question them but only accept them. we cant dwell on what we had, whats the point? it holds us down, and restrains us. If you have lost something, you haven’t forgotten it, its in our hearts, our minds, and our souls. And always will be in our memories.
Iv’e been lost for a long time, and this music found me.
washI traced the silhouette ofwash5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
her body with the tip
of my finger. I felt every
indent, every character
flaw, every blister on her hand
and I felt the cold crescent,
constant moon. I saw your outline
shift; your body contorting. I
heard you call yourself a woman
displaced in time. You had your
toes dipping in the river, and
you told me you wanted to feel
the bedrock, despite your not
knowing how to swim.
You wonder why it is called
“cold steel” when it burns so
hot when it has drug across
your thighs. You cut your hair
shorter than you cut off your
sentences when you feel you
are talking too much. “I’m
sorry. I’m sorry. “I’m sorry.”
Our fingertips are not
intertwined, but our veins are;
our vocal chords entangled. I
feel the wiring in your brain;
firing neurons like a firing
line, and you stand proud. You
call yourself damaged goods.
I wonder why you are so
fascinated with the ceiling
fan. Are you trying to keep
your eyes aligned with the
Dear YouTo the greatest person on this somewhat significant planet,Dear You5 days 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 darkness5 days 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.
AppreciationAppreciation6 days 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
I hope for you (gave up on me)I hope sleep finds you well tonightI hope for you (gave up on me)1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for it gave up on me
I hope you dream of paradise
that I will never reach
I hope that you get most everything
that you ever will need
I hope you achieve the goals you set
and never lose your gleam
I hope you find your innocence
I hope you find the one
I hope love treats you well tonight
for it gave up on me
shadiolet:eternal and forbidden love:the choosen 1PART 11shadiolet:eternal and forbidden love:the choosen 14 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Violet and shadow where where on the couch.Violet wanted to tell shadow that she had been having dreams about her mother.
Violet:shadow can I tell you something?
Violet:I been having dreams about my mother.well I think she's my mother.
Shadow:do you remember anything yet?
Violet:well right now all I can remember is my birthday and well……the day my mom……died.
Shadow hug violet.he too had lost not only his mother but his father too.
Shadow:I lost my parent's when I was a kid too.
Violet look at shadow and hug him.
Shadow:when I was 5 my parents and I were being attack by vamhog hunters.my mom and dad where kill but I escaped.my uncle took care of me until he die.
Violet couldn't believe what happen to shadow.she snuggle with shadow.
Shadow:but it's okay because know I have you.
Violet smiled and and kiss shadow's cheek.
But they didn't know was that they were not prepared for what was going to happen to them.
Later violet and viole
White TrashIt'll be dreary in th' hood,White Trash2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cuz someone's on her period.
Why do you bitch and moan?
You get more attention here alone,
Then anywhere I've erected a steeple.
That's probably true of most people,
To them you're an authority.
I don't think I'm in the minority.
Ain't nothing worse than a hag on the rag.
You say you smoke dope, so take a drag.
And stop being such a goddamn fag.
We're bastards, who knew?
The cruelty wreaked on me
Is what I wreak on you.
Surface, surface, surface sin,
That's all we find meaning in.
Plastic love will never degrade,
While we forget why we're made.
The devil takes my hand to scrawl.
The devil always takes it all.
But I'm no longer injured, I've matured.
Think you'll be able to take my word?
Think I'll seriously slit my wrists?
Think my words ain't worth two shits?
"You're a poseur" is what I heard.
I'm starring in the theatre of the absurd.
Y'kin only see what it looks like.
So you scream when someone says, "dyke!"
No rock and roll for a dollar
Now that w
A Postcard From WarI write in stern belief,A Postcard From War3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My well being is your relief.
I write hoping in my heart,
Life on you has not been hard.
I can send no photos,
of this land that grows,
watered by blood, the seeds of sorrow.
I can tell not who died and when,
at sunset I count missing men.
With stray bullets the children play here,
In empty Lunch-Boxes, common miseries they share.
Hopping through parks lay with land-mines,
they have seen all but god's promised good times.
I write to you... With hope still alive,
through all difficulties,
This postcard will Survive.
I write to sincerely apologize,
For yet another Christmas alone,
this year again, I wont be home.
find your passionfind your passion3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yes, find your passion
and curb stomp it
until yammering agony
subsides into blessed silence,
the peace of the grave
or choose the security of the slave,
the slave to passion,
philosophy's wild handmaiden
bent on the annihilation of meaning
on the altar of truthiness.
unfettered by the surly bonds of awareness,
instead, let your words choose themselves,
as they know what's up and down
better than you or I ever will;
the words will snarl with affection
UntitledLittle Flame,Untitled3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cage of Glass,
Whether it withers or whether it wanes,
Whether waterlogged or wind-ravaged,
It's Imperceptibly Impetuous,
by Weather or Happenstance;
Coincidence, Contingency, or Copious counts of Churlish Curs,
It Flickers on,
The Little Flames,
Courageously continuing forth
It burns and burns 'til wick and wax
Has been scalded and scorched
and Permeates the smoky air-
Fatality from furious furor-
We light it anew
The little flame
Within a cage of glass,
And so it burns,