White TrashIt'll be dreary in th' hood,White Trash8 hours 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
How far gone?Just because there's wordsHow far gone?21 hours 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
A Postcard From WarI write in stern belief,A Postcard From War1 day 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.
AmaranthineCast your dreamsAmaranthine2 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
find your passionfind your passion2 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,Untitled2 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,
Good NightThrough the crashing wavesGood Night2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my crumbling consciousness
Cowers beneath the cacophony
of the Night and the Ocean Breeze.
Sand softly stirring beneath you,
You ever so softly rise,
and ever so softly you serenade
the moon and stars with a little tune.
And ever so softly you tread forth
Meeting the gentle grasp of the restless salted waters.
Quiet whimpers, bemused,
Your bravest toes submerge beneath the already receding shallows
and find it far too cold.
So ever so softly you creep astride my crumpled form
And ever so softly wrap me in a warm embrace.
And ever so softly you return to lay
upon the linen stretched casually atop the rippled sand.
I think I startled you when I whispered, "Good Night."
Returning the warm embrace you graced
this disheveled unsightly form
of waning consciousness.
What do I write?I don't know what to write.What do I write?3 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.
LiarI'm sorry, what language are you speaking? It shounds like bullshit.Liar3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Believe you? Nope .
And the award for the best liar goes to you.
OH, I'm sorry. Half the shit you think I don't know, I found out a long time ago.
Ha! Ι think you shound know ...
THe only thing more pathetic than a liar, is a liar in complete denial.
You are trying to gain somtheing! someone!
But, duh! whenever I hear your voice, your words, your story,
I can't stop thinking LIE, LIE, LIE!
shadiolet:eternal and forbidden love:the choosen 1PART 11shadiolet:eternal and forbidden love:the choosen 13 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
Writing at OxfordBetween the dusty pages ofWriting at Oxford3 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.
Six Synapses1. I would let my fingers sprawl onto the piano keys, letting each curved knuckle plink notes that would all link together like musical chains. And as I would sing and let my voice mingle with the ivory and ebony hums, you would vocalize the harmony. We sounded like two bluebirds fluttering in the sky, our voices linking talons above the clouds and falling to the ground, just to dash back up, a roller coaster belly flop that wouldn't stop.Six Synapses3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2. I would let my fingers scrawl raw emotions onto paper, translate my synapses into words that most people still don't understand, but you did. Your mind thinks in vast skies and dissonant chords and galaxies just like mine. The only difference is that your eyes project your imagination on paper with your pencils so the memory forever lingers. Mine do the same, but only wise eyes can see the picture.
3. When I entered the battlefield called high school, the sky where I would learn to fly, the fully fledged sparrows and crows darted above my tiny blu
UntitledWow, music does really open your eyes.Untitled3 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 ofwash4 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
September 16, 2014 catharsisAnd when life becomes the longest thing you have ever experienced;September 16, 2014 catharsis4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the most difficult essay you have ever written;
the most somber song you have ever performed,
This is when you should change the burnt light bulb that you let hang from your bedroom ceiling;
This is when you should contact the number on the back of the pamphlet that your school counselor gave you that one day when the bad thing happened;
This is when you should self-identify as a person in need of help;
It is not a bad thing to need help;
This is when you should compliment your mother for how beautiful she is; she is asleep in her bedroom, and you are on the other side of the house;
This is when you should constantly revise the letter that you have finished writing; that you intend to be your last;
This is when you should read the prescription bottle for the suggested dosage and think about returning some of the contents back to their proper place;
This is when you should consider rereading that Charles Dickens book, de
Dear YouTo the greatest person on this somewhat significant planet,Dear You4 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 darkness4 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.
On Wax WingsSpeak not softlyOn Wax Wings4 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
Seattle.The trees here make it rain and are forever pressed downSeattle.4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
by the weight of it.
The trees here make it rain and so
you will always be wet with rain
and sticky with pine sap slicks
in unexpected places.
Your children will be born with
pine needles carpeting their soles,
And they will always be a little damp and a little cold
even in the desert
they will be cold.
The forest is ancient and cold and mourning
and maybe that too is passed onto her children
mourning for something that never was,
something that never was lost.
The city is like a big sister snooping
you will love her because she
is your sister and because
hers are the only other people in the world born
mossy and aching
you will hate her because she is small minded
and she is too much like you.
You can't drown waterYou cant repair something brokenYou can't drown water4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with words alone, but they're a start.
I know it sticks in your throat, but,
being sorry might begin to
dull the blade you stuck in their back.
The right tool for the job at hand
is not the one nearest to you.
Finding it is often harder
than using it could ever be.
You can't burn fire, or drown water.
Either though, is more than ready
to turn on you in a heart beat.
Wishing something never happened
doesn't change the fact that it did.
Open your eyes and see whats real.
AppreciationAppreciation4 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)5 days 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
about the comic:trap in system:Trap in system is about that violet gets a mystery game.she's finds it on her window seel.then she is soo happy because it's the second game that came out on her planet.on her planet there,was a game called elemental band.it's a game that you have powers and your in band.the that she's gets is called "elemental band 2" violet been waiting for the second game for years and plays it.just then shadow her boyfriend and rouge the bat come in.they ask what's she's playing and she's tells them.Shadow doesn't think it's a good idea to play because she found it in a stranger place.but she's plays it anyway.after a day of playing the game it stops working.then when shadow and rouge comes in the game turns it self on and says"prepare to get suck in the game"then violet,shadow and rouge get suck in the game!g.u.n finds out because omega tells them.g.u.n tells them that eggman gave violet that game and the only way out is to beat game.Violet is lead on this mission because she's knows everything ababout the comic:trap in system:5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This