Loki X MeIm making this because I have a strong attraction. its really love. but I doubt he feels the same. and if loki is real and reading this. I believe I am worthy because I can match your Ice with my firey nature. I leave scorch marks and small fires with no one to put out the forest fire in my heart. no one ....but you loki. you can count on me in a fight. I might not win but I sure as crap will not give up. but im also a stubborn little teen. (takes place when im at least 23)Loki X Me3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I walked into my house in Panama city florida. I lived in a little house not far from a public beach. my cat baby walked up to the door and meowed a loud meow. "baby you need me to check for you?" baby meows. "alright fine" I walk over to check the door. no one. "baby there is NOBODY there." I sat down. it was a Friday afternoon in may. summer vacation was here. I turned on the t
A Death of a FriendshipA Death of a FriendshipA Death of a Friendship5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
“I feel nothing”
That's what I was told
“All the times I've spoken to you and now there is nothing, I don't feel anything”
So is that it?
So is that the end of our friendship?
After all I did this is how it goes?
I did as I was told
I did a lot of good things
And now I am being told I am nothing?
You didn't say that
You didn't had to
But it sure felt that way
I know I've made mistakes
I know I am an idiot
Surely I can't be punished for those things?
I try to be good
I try to do right
No matter what I just can't fix it
What must I do?
What must I prove?
To show that I am a good friend?
I guess it really has come to that point in life
A friendship forms but then dies after all this time
I wish it never had to be this way
If so then do an old friend a favour, say it now and have done with it, don't punish me any farther.
Prayer#1Heavenly FatherPrayer#16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I pray Favor and Grace on our Nation Lord
I pray for the right attitude to receive your word Lord
And to receive your gifts and blessings Lord
That the floodgates of heaven will overflow
And our virtues will call out your name Lord
That when we speak
That when we act
That when we love and work in you Lord
All the earth shall see and come to you Lord
Lord we raise up to you our broken hearts
We raise up to you our broken families
Our broken minds and broken souls Lord
That they might be salt for us to pursue you further farther until death Lord
You do not come from a bad place Lord but from heaven you are sent
And so we know that all that comes down from the Father is good
We speak gratitude on your pure character
And give alms to you in your house
May the fields be ripe for harvest Lord
Grain fruit herb fungi and vegetable of every kind Lord
May the wine presses and canneries overflow with the Lost who have found Christ
May their heads and hearts and souls be steeped in
That FallOf all the memories that I have, there is one I'll always take with meThat Fall7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So many great things that I've seen, but none compare to true beauty
And so it was autumn twenty twelve
My nerves were high, but I was well
Go laugh at me, you never understood
How fall leaves can fill me with good
That fall gave me reason to love myself
In any state in sickness and in health
I seen so many parts of the world, I'm fortunate
Of this I know I'll never forget
Fall gave me friends, family as well
It took me out of my living jail
This is not a tall tale, this is my life
Well at least it was until winter came to inflict fear
And so the snow covered the ground, and went on to freeze my tears
I stood in depression, for weeks on end
I couldn't bring myself to let someone in
With all the people I had met, I miss them much but I don't call
It came to my attention that they should rise and I shall fall
They were so kind, they changed my life
With them I tried to do what's right
But old habits die hard, so
Princess EuropePrincess EuropePrincess Europe8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
CerberusCerberusCerberus8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I come with knives so I am ready
fresh from my back for your ternary spine.
Each head is a year I will
never see again,
yet I find myself allowing more to be taken.
I have lain between the lion's claws
and found them comforting.
We both mediate between Hades
the bark is truly worse than the bite.
Twelve months and Twelve Labours later
It is still working-
The Gods are cruel creatures.
Dark as Midnight BlueWho are you?Dark as Midnight Blue11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Donned in clothes of Darkness,
Hiding in Shadow's womb.
Girl with the Hair,
Dark as Midnight Blue-
Your eyes in the Darkness,
Like a Lighthouse on the Shoals:
A Raging Blaze-
Within Eyes and Mind.
A Voice Underspoken.
I deign myself to ask:
May you Let Me Understand?
Hiding behind the Curtains,
Dark as Midnight Blue-
How might the World of Scarred You,
With wings you may soar,
And yet you Dare not Fly,
As if you watched Icarus
Dive into the Watery Blue.
Girl with Hair,
Dark as Midnight Blue:
Your Eyes speak a Thousand Speeches,
Yet you utter none.
You have let the world Define you,
And yet your Mind defines your World.
I know not what Holds you Down,
I know not what Holds you Back,
But I have seen behind that curtain
Of Midnight Blue.
I have seen a Passion;
So Therefore Stride Forth,
So therefore Strike Forth,
The words that assail you mean naught.
The men and women who assail y
Broken LessonI realize, that time is not kindBroken Lesson1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yet it bears a great volume of gifts
So quaint and curious
Imploring, entreating, grow these gifts of mine
Reconciling, I grow hesitant
All I know is this stranger
Upon my knocking door you came
Only one word was meekly spoken
Becoming placid, I hold steady
Ever wreary of time passing by
All at once my strength was mustered
My lips parting, yet no vowel expressed
At my door, I grow restless
Your ominous glow ever fancy
Time bears gifts for all to grasp
Hopefully, I learn them all
Hastily I realize
Friendship is the greatest gift of all
"Hello," I scarcely muttered in reply
Surrealist Text #1THE WIND WAS BURNING HER FACE AND HER MAKEUP WAS DANCING ON HER STOMACH AND SHE'S NOT BREATHING SHE'S NOT BREATHING SHE'S NOT BREATHING AND YOU SAW HER TURN TO DUST WITHIN. YOU DID. I EVEN GOUGED OUT HER EYES FOR YOU TO SEE PAIN THE WAY SHE SEES YOU. YOU AREN'T PAIN BUT YOU COULD BE IF YOU WEREN'T WHO YOU ARE. IF YOU WEREN'T A PERSON YOU'D BE PAIN. JUST LIKE I COULD BE YOU IF I WAS ALIVE. I'M NOT. I'M PART OF EVERYTHING. I MAKE EVERYTHING CRUMBLE. I TAINTED YOU SO SHE COULD BE A FLOWER ON MY STONE. YOU'RE ME. NOT HER. YET IT IS YOUR BODY THAT LIES UPON MY GRAVE. WHY?Surrealist Text #11 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe Tomorrow Will Be The DayI may not be a lot of thingsMaybe Tomorrow Will Be The Day1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Or even a good man
Many people hate me
Except for you
You with the grey-blue eyes
You with the now blue hair
You who lives miles away
With a sea keeping you from me
All i want is you
I need you more and more
Everyday i pray for the day
I wake next to you...
Table of homeAt the table of home, looking through the windows, there are many things that can be seen.Table of home1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Looking through this end of view, the view of another world lies through the end of my feet.
Looking through the ends of the skys, the lightning crashes down day by day throughout my feet.
At the table of home, looking through the windows, I can see the reflection in my heart, in what
it will soon be at some point in time.
At this table of home, looking at the sky, there presumably seems to be prayers and hopes around
that many new things can sometimes come around throughout this world.
Even if it's family, the world against me, or any other situation, I am always at my own feet alone
to look out for myself and make myself neutural to society.
Even if it's the will of moral and unmoral, there always becomes a life on the other side of the world
that could be awaiting me sometime in the future.
Someplace, that will eventually, be called in time, the table of home.
My LoveMy Love:My Love1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love you.
Can’t that be enough?
Just simple plain old love,
Where people meet each other and learn to know
Where that other person has been and where they go
That, in this broad and unique world that person
Like a second sun, clearing away all other things
Just plain old love
Love that isn’t questioned or controlled
That follows some code, just unique and good
Like any love should
The love I feel for you when I remember your face
That I smile I have when thinking about your embrace
Just love so simple,
It isn’t needed to be repeated by that sentence
Because we already know
I love you.
La Paradoja Translated- The ParadoxChiaroscuro,La Paradoja Translated- The Paradox2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Light and Shadows,
a silence punctuated by a scream.
We must not forget that darkness
does not equate to Hell,
just as light does not equate
Velvet and lace,
the saint and the sinner,
the comforting proximity
of a distant wound.
Such sweet suffering;
like a snakebite,
juicy and wet with lifeblood,
dripping as the bitten, aroused organ.
Bright and intense,
dark and subtle,
this life of contrasts.
La ParadojaClaroscuro,La Paradoja2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Luz y Sombras,
un silencio puntuado por un grito.
No debemos olvidar que la sombra
no es equivale al infierno,
y que la luz no equivale
El terciopelo y el encaje,
el santo y el pecador,
la proximidad consoladora de una herida lejana.
Sufrimiento tan dulce;
como una mordedura del serpiente,
jugoso y mojado con el
goteando como el órgano mordido y excitado.
Brillante e intenso,
oscuro y sutil,
esta vida de contrastes.
ThinkThe world grinds to a haltThink2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Seeing the inevitable destruction of an entire people
Yet powerless to prevent it
These heavy chains and ropes restrict my movements
The grey shades dull my senses
My brain feels no more than a thick sludge
What lead me here?
What contributed to my demise?
Where did I go wrong?
How can I free myself from this bondage?
Endless hours of torment and pain
Inflicted upon myself by something I barely understand
Watching the world suffer as I do
Wishing there was a way to numb this pain
Wrists and ankles chafed to the nerves
Heavy locks bind my freedom
And the key is yet to be realised
Somewhere a girl screams for her mother
Lying lifeless on the floor
Not far, a boy sobs for his father
Sent off to some senseless war
Mere children faced with the weight of the world
Yet what can you or I do when bound by our own shackles?
Making noise with our manacles helps none but ourselves
Seeking solutions solves nothing when our minds are but a thick slime
Can the sources of fe
Pie the wall. Patch.10Lets talk it out, because I'm hurt.Pie the wall. Patch.102 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because the "smallest", can break my world.
But... Why the talk? When you're the cause, the thought about it... Won't hurt at all.
The "pie" you've thrown, just stuck as art.
The more you show it, the more it lasts.
To think about it, would make it worse.
To think your shoulders, would hold such grudge.
But... Talk you'll do, until your good. Until your feeling... Been "out and through."
It won't come off, and not be through... Until you've said it.
("You hate that too...?")
But... You won't be silent, as the smartest of folks. You won't be quiet... As another with thought.
You'll keep on talking, like the dumbest of sorts.
Just as I told you...
"Be quiet... And go."
I'm here too... Patch.9Trust... As you may, the thought of what happened... Truly astray!I'm here too... Patch.92 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Well just as you thought it... Its really "ok!"?
"Oh, Really? I nay!"
(Was the thought... That I felt.)
Upon another... "Say pain."
You just took what you felt like, without waiting for "pain-byes".
Is it so hard, to see it? What the things that you do... Grind it?
That you can't stand another... When you know, that you couldn't.
That you know, I am with you... Despite when "I", the subject...
A'm alone of opinion!!!
Is that true to another!?
Ask the thoughts... From your brother.
And then see... "All", I wonder?
Let's TalkWhen you’re a girl, you get asked the same question a lot.Let's Talk2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Personally, I’m damn tired of talking about this.
Let’s talk about something else.
Let’s talk about how lipstick doesn’t seal girls’ mouths shut so that they can’t debate politics.
Let’s talk about how mascara doesn’t blind us to the problems of the world and eyeliner doesn’t draw a line through our potential.
Let’s talk about how eyeshadow doesn’t blur the lines of textbooks.
Let’s talk about how painted fingers can still type and foundation can cover up scars, too.
Let’s talk about how earrings don’t deafen us and necklaces don’t silence our voices.
Let’s talk about how being blonde doesn’t make us dumb.
Let’s talk about how taking a selfie doesn’t make us worthless and dresses don’t make us mindless.
Beauty or brains?
Stop asking and watch us be both.
In Our GardenThe hedge-like wallsIn Our Garden2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Grow ever upward
Keeping us inside
With all our toys
The sun sets early
And rises late
But we don't care
We'll play forever
And tossing balls
Than ever before
With all my friends
I never want to leave
We'll play forever
In our garden
Streamed ConsciousnessNothing more than a life wastedStreamed Consciousness2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seeking to please those
who couldn't be pleased,
to cure the maladies
that had no antidote,
to build up and tear down
barriers and walls to manage
the constant deluge of
negativity and unrequited need.
In the questionable company of others,
loneliness still stalked
and a voice yearning to be heard,
to share what was on the mind,
what was on the tip of the tongue
was drowned and asphyxiated
by the cacophony and din
of voices perched proudly
in the mountainous octaves.
Each day, a trial
to keep the serenity of silence.
An obsidian cork
to prevent the escape
emotion and thought.
Power locked away
from the misunderstanding
eyes of the crowd.
Masks and disguises and war paint
made from the blood of the self
all meant to hide the true face
of the individual lost in the world
of judgment and hatred where
that which is strange is a sin
and morally destructive,
where people can say that
they love everyone and
turn around to condemn
those not like t
The need to clean. Dust and stuff... Do lay around.The need to clean.2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Each shelf it covers, up... And down.
The thought of cleaning... Comes to mind.
"Of course it happens..." From time to time.
Admist the "mount" of dish, the bench who never shine... Is hid.
And a never used, new brush! Supposed to be... I think?
The bed! Untucked and free... Free for bugs, and tucked for steeds.
A yellow tub, with a mans long hair. A guy don't care... Stereotypic as bears.
Some windows with dots, from the rain... And what not. Brush the dead leaves aside, let for once... Air inside.
To much stuff in the rug, such as hair and foot "fluff"? Just an hour go by, get its contents... "Bye, bye."
Is there something you've missed? Like the dirt, you had skipped.
When they said... "Its okay."
To complain... All the same.
Stuff and dust... Comes... Again.
The Leather RemembersIt was just a piece of leather, stretched over a bench press bed.The Leather Remembers2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Old, broken, and cracked, it was 'bout to be declared dead.
All those men and women, they lay upon its skin,
They breathed and they pushed, just trying to be thin.
Their work and their sweat, their blood and their tears,
Their oils keeping this leather plush all those long, hard years.
Why did they do it? Why work so hard?
They were sick of being called a fat tub of lard.
Some o' those folks are dead,
Some have families and dogs named Fred.
Some of them gave up,
Some said, "never enough"
The leather remembers.
The leather remembers when you couldn't lift just the bar,
The leather remembers when you could lift a whole car.
No matter who laid on this old cow's hide,
The leather remembers who they were inside.
The years of use wore an impression, an outline, a silhouette,
of every man
and every woman.
The leather doesn't care if you're white, or black, or brown, or green.
The leather gains from you a nice, pretty sheen.
WONDERING MIND4. WONDERING MINDWONDERING MIND2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
DONT KNOW ANY MORE, HOW THIS HEART HAS BECOME SO MISSED UP,
DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAS COME TO THIS POINT OF LOVING ONE WOMEN
AND WANTING ANOTHER WOMEN.
CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THIS IS THE END OF ARE FRIENDSHIP, JUST BECAUSE
YOUR HEART AND MINE DONT SIT IN THE SAME LINE ANY MORE, I SIT IN
THIS RESTRAINT AND WONDER WERE EVERYTHING HAS GONE WRONG IN MY LIFE,
WONDERING WHERE IT IS GOING FROM HERE.
CANT BELIEVE HOW MUCH THIS HEART WANTS YOU, CANT TELL YOU HOW HARD IT
IS TO HEAR THAT YOU CANT MAKE UP YOUR MIND ABOUT BEING WITH ME.
WILL LESSENING TO THIS BEAT AND LESSEN TO MY VOICE WHEN I SAY THIS.
I MEAN IT AND IT IS TRUTH LAYING BESIDE YOU AT NIGHT IS LIKE HEAVEN, HOLDING
YOU IS LIKE HOLDING ANGEL, THERE IS NOTHING MORE ON THIS EARTH THAT I WANT MORE
THEN YOU, THERE IS NOTHING MORE, YOU'RE ALL I WANT IN THIS LIFE TIME, THE FINAL THING
I WANT IN THIS WORLD IS YOU.
HEARING YOU'RE VOICE MAKES THIS HEART OF MINE RACE AND BEAT FASTER AND FASTER EVERY TIME I AM IN THE SAME ROOM AS YOU MA
HOW DO I TELL YOU3. HOW DO I TELL YOUHOW DO I TELL YOU2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
SO COLD AT NIGHT THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I WANT
TO BE WITH YOU, AND HOW FAST THIS HEART IS FALLING
IN LOVE WITH YOU.
WHEN I CANT SLEEP AT NIGHT I SIT AND THINK ABOUT POEMS
TO WRITE, AND WONDER IF THERE WILL BE A DAY THAT I CAN
JUST STAND UP AND TELL YOU HOW MUCH I DO REALLY LOVE YOU.
HOW MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.
THE DAYS ARE STARTING TO GET SHORTER AND THE COLD NIGHTS ARE
STARTING TO COME.
BACK TO THIS ONCE HOT CITY.
THESE ARE THE TIME THAT I WISH I COULD SPEND WITH YOU, WHEN I THINK
THAT ALL HOPE IS LOVE, YOU SHOW UP AND KNOW HOW TO MAKE EVERYTHING
RIGHT AND PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE.
KNOWING THAT THIS HEART IS FALLING FOR YOU AND NOT KNOWING HOW
TO TELL YOU.
I HOPE THAT THIS POEM CAN SHOW YOU, HOW I REALLY FEEL FOR YOU. I JUST
WISH THAT I COULD HOLD YOU AT NIGHT WILL I LIE IN BED AND TRY TO SLEEP.
THE DAYS ARE GETTING SHORTER AND THE NIGHTS ARE GETTING LONGER, BUT THIS
LOVE THAT I HAVE FOR YOU IS STAYING THE SAME AND IS GROWING WITH EVERY
PASSING MINOT OF THE DAY