VagabundoVamos a abrir una brecha en el vacío,Vagabundo1 hour ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
vamos a sesgar el propio tejido del tiempo,
vamos, encontrémosle sentido a esto,
a ver si resolvemos lo poco que queremos.
Andar hasta que tus pies dan sus propios pasos
y tú eres el navegante de tu cuerpo,
sin sentido nato de dirección o movimiento
para respirar las sobriedades que dirías borracho.
Puro, intacto, como el aburrido vagabundo,
que por no ser poco, quiere ser ninguno,
pues escoger no pudo, y ahora por tristón
vive su verdad susurrada en un orinado rincón.
Basura dirían algunos, caminando en limpio.
En tu "limpio" me repugno, falso insensato,
prueba el frío miedo de desistir del brío,
vamos, pruébate, pruébate de tarado.
Por la Luna y su somnoliento verbo
movería yo mis dedos, abstraído, volando,
como si sensatez hubiese perdido
para verme entre los estúpidos predicando.
Dúchame, luz, déjame empapado,
para que Luzbel venga, con ojos laminados
y vez que
She Loves Me, She Loves Me NotI gathered upShe Loves Me, She Loves Me Not3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
every shred of courage I had,
sewing it together,
and wrapping myself in it.
The cold, being the
paranoia-inducing villain it was,
threatened to crumble
my paper thin foundations
with a simple fistful of wind.
I clung to the fabric
around my chest
Hoping to anything
I still had faith in
that my duct tape and school glue
persona would hold.
The first time
the butterflies in my gut
crawled up my throat and
manifested into an I Love You,
She looked at me like
I was five years old again
and asking why the sky was blue.
But I know why the sky is blue.
Blue light is scattered more
than any other color by
the molecules in the air.
That doesn't mean the other colors
aren't woven into a clear sky
That doesn't mean my affection
wasn't woven into the monotonous
confines of a purely platonic every day life.
Yet she was never able to see
beyond the baby blue eyelid
above our heads
She was never able to see
Before my e y e sDon't try to f i g h t the storm,Before my e y e s3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You'll be t u m b l e d overboard.
Would you d e n y it if I asked you just to tell the t r u t h.
'Cause the m e m o r y- -
Convinced itself to tear me a p a r t.
If I just lay here.
If I just lay here.
Would you lie w i t h me and
Just f o r g e t the world.
And if you decide to l e a v e
Kiss me hard before you g o.
And if you decide to leave m e.
Catch me as I f a l l.
Say you're h e r e.
Speaking to the a t m o s p h e r e.
No one's h e r e.
And I f a l linto myself.
Torn a p a r t.
Left at the side of the c u r b.
Fallen a n g e l s at my feet.
Whispered v o i c e s- -
Death before my e y e s.
Lying next to e m p t y n e s s.
It beckons me o v e r.
Shall I g i v e in.
More than b i t t e rEven though we keep on f a l l i n g.More than b i t t e r3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
W e keep on laughing- -
Getting back up every t i m e.
Boarding V a c a n t buses
On empty city streets.
The sun is drowning as the night begins to f a l l.
Friendship dies and true love l i e s.
Night will f a l l and the dark will r i s e.
My hands are c o l d, my body's n u m b.
Am I still in s h o c k, what have you d o n e.
Head is p o u n d i n g, my vision's b l u r r e d.
Your m o u t h is moving, But I don't hear a w o r d.
I began w e e p i n g and w a i l i n g.
A black poppy s l e e p s a dreamless n i g h t- -
W e e p; Take all the courage you have left.
W e e p; You're not as brave as you were at the s t a r t.
W a i l; You'll never settle any of your scores.
W a i l; Your boldness stands alone among the w r e c k.
G r a c e wasted upon my face.
I've seen this all b e f o r e.
W a s t e d on fixing all the problems that we made in our hea
Doubt (Verse)I perceive things I can seeDoubt (Verse)5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can deceive if I receive
Doubtful, I believe.
I believe in insanity
Profanity relieved in vanity
The inhumanity, calamity
I design things I define
I can refine if I align
In my eye to mind,
Doubtful, I resign.
I resign in infinity
Amenities declined defensively
And reprehensibly, intensively
I compose things I propose
I can repose if I dispose
From my inner woes,
Doubtful, I suppose.
I suppose with impunity
Immunity imposed with unity
And opportunities, communities
In tune with me.
I portray things I relay
I can repay if I belay
All my strengths at bay,
Doubtful, I convey.
I convey with lucidity
In all passivity, specifically
UntitledThere's something beautiful about how the rain falls from the stop lights,Untitled20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I saw you from across the street, eyes wide full of horror.
No room for comfort in your soul,
I watched as they pulled you limb from limb,
Watched them climb and fall and struggle under the weight of it all.
I called out before dawn broke, fangs bared, blood rushing down their cheeks,
Too late for sorrow or apologies for why the sun didnt come out tomorrow.
She asked why and i had to lie,
For i am who you fear and i am what you love.
Simply because there's never a thunderstorm that rolls through without leaving beauty in its wake.
Before you go i have something to show you.
It's all here, how to ruin everything,
How to stop the war between yourself and me.
How to pull yourself out of what you have become.
So we ran, i almost caught up before i realized i'd gone too far.
UntouchableHow dare I smile at herUntouchable1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With bits of forbidden fruit
Still lodged in my teeth,
Juices rolling down my chin
Like the lies I’m about to tell her.
How dare I speak to her
When the familiar sting of last
Night’s sin is fresh in the
Back of my throat,
In the front of my mind,
And now on the tip of my tongue.
How dare I look at her,
Without really seeing her.
Every glance is another fracture
To the mirage of stained glass arches,
Concealing dirty two-way mirrors.
Foggy and weathered, they lead not
To sanctuary, but to nowhere.
How dare I console her,
And remind her to look up, when
My very existence is proof there’s
Nothing there, my hand leaving
Paw shaped stains of crimson on the
Shoulder of her pretty white dress again.
How dare I miss her,
When my absence is better
For her than I could ever pretend
To be, my sacrifice, my pain,
My first step to salvation,
The only good thing I will
Ever do with my time on earth.
Bleach.My life is bloodstained.Bleach.1 day 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
Day 0My time is upDay 02 days 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 Africa2 days 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.2bit2 days 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 n2 days 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.
Focal PointFocal PointFocal Point2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All the miles that separate secrets sold d i s a p p e a r.
Disintegrating from all the medicine.
The rise and fall of my chest awakens regrets.
We are miles and miles apart - -
Every inch between my ribs comes with a h e a v y b r e a t h.
A ache unquenchable.
There is a thorn in my side. It is shame. It is pride.
It strikes me. One long painful jab - -
All matter is merely energy condensed to a s l o w v i b r a t i o n.
It ripples through my small frame.
To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground beneath my feet.
My sheer cries sending notes on the wind for you to read.
Tears dripping down my cheek like a fallen seed.
Left alone. To cold to lift my head.
My gaze goes across and meets your gaze.
Only dark eyes return a look.
d e v i s t a t i o n.
Nothing lasts forever.
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-clackNontitled2 days 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
FearlessEvery time I see a bigotFearless2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
preaching hatred like it's gospel
I imagine God coming down
in the middle of the morning news
That is NOT what I meant.'
And it's not that I hate religion
or even hate bigots.
I try not to hate anyone,
but people make it hard.
Because it's so easy to be afraid
of things that are different
and so hard to say
'maybe I'm wrong.'
Well, maybe I'm wrong
because I can't help but believe
that faith is supposed to quell fear.
Instead, Fear fuels Faith.
I don't think I can believe
in a god who teaches me who to hate
but not how to love.
And, I know that's not what the book says,
but we have a history of burning books
that say things we don't want to hear,
of putting words into mouths that haven't said them.
We're so imperfect,
we've perfectly forgotten
that, like us,
our ancestors also got a lot things wrong.
They thought the world was flat
and we could fall off.
Then they learned that half of us,
at any given time,
are standing on the ceiling
Alex Says HiI like to rhyme and I can't stopAlex Says Hi3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
cause they're so easy to drop
like a beat that moves your feet
but only words that come from me
could make you ponder everything
I'm like an amoeba
look at me
pseudo pods to carry me
I am a fake but I am real
I bet you don't know how to feel
or what I mean
but it's okay cause I have seen
your face when I'm silly
personality so frilly
I got the eyes like Fluttershy
the rainbow to my dash
you know I'm a rarity
and my many sides clash
but you're still listening
cause you find me interesting
I'm a goofball
never turn the other cheek
unless I think you're sexy
might be short
a bit petite
but you can bet I am not weak
never think before I speak
I say the things that make you blink
bat your lashes at me
see if I correct myself
winky face all black and blue
I do care what you do
those morons make me so amused
when they're looking so confused
are you a boy are you a girl?
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 Wall3 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
Dear Feminist in a free, equal country. I never really thought much about it.Dear Feminist in a free, equal country. 4 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
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! :)4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Decade And A YearI'm back to where it all beganDecade And A Year4 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...
God for a DayIf I was god for a day, what would I first say?God for a Day4 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 Words4 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 fake4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Full story: http://revolution-news.com/mumia-abu-jamal-weighs-outside-agitators-ferguson/