...back then i used to love the rain...12 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he never understood why
when i told him i like that the sky
was crying for who knows what and how many things
he stared at me and told me i
different and quirky and peculiar
asked him why
he said he liked me
the me who it would only take on nudge to push right off the ledge
the me who loved the dreary rain
the me who would also learn to love the sun
and i loved the words he said to me
the endless promises he made me
and when he was near
it was hard to talk
while still making sense
it was hard to walk
while keeping my balance
but i loved it
i loved him
the him who was maybe
also in love with me
he said he loved the way i loved the rain
he said he loved the way i talked
somewhat too formally
he said he loved the way i challenged him
he said he said
he didnt say he didnt say
he never said he loved
he said he might have loved me
on a nice rainy day
but then the skies cleared up
he said i
To becomeA memory is a treasureTo become13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that you will need in your future,
Covered with love,hatred and fear
so you better choose what you tear,
Like a little rose lying dry
make sure the one you choose won't make you cry,
for when your feet runs to tomorrow
you'll forget everything and you will be in great sorrow,
choose what you want and choose what you need
in order for your soul ignore the bleed,
so hold your chin up high
face the stars lying up in the sky,
hold your treasure in your mind
open your eyes,don't be blind,
enter the chambers and choose one scenery
and you will be the person who you always wanted to be.
The music we hear today...In my opinion, The true meaning of music will die shortly,The music we hear today...14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Since people only care of being big and famous and get money for their own,
And they never share their success unless they'll gain some glory,
But they'res some people who makes music to make people feel better,
or who explains what the world looks like in their eyes,
And the best part, they'll never be traitors,
Like the ones who betray the way of true music,
Those people were called emos, Satan's children, or just plain weird,
because most people's taste of music is getting more sick,
But, I'm one of their fans and that's what keeps me stronger,
And in the future, I want to destroy someone else's sense of "justice"
With the power of true music, and to regain our peaceful order,
Because, I don't want our future generations in pain or just plain shallow,
If I do that, I'll save the true music in no time~!
Church and StateYou stare me down with your illusory eyes, you can't hide it no matter how hard you try.Church and State16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you look at me, you wanna see someone equal, but you're convinced otherwise.
Deep down inside, I can see it in those eyes.
You've condemned me to a lesser life, because I can't relate.
No, I can't relate to your church and state.
You preach high and mighty but all you are is flighty.
You talk down to others with sharp words, you don't even stutter.
Simply because they don't believe what you believe, they're wrong.
Simply because they don't sing the same song, it's all wrong.
All because they can't relate, they don't belong.
Like comparing rock and roll and gospel, your opinions are hostile.
You look down on it because you think the music died.
Time to face the lies, rock and roll is still alive.
You could listen to the music, but all you do is contrive.
It might be against politics or religion, so that's not your jive.
You're an american. All the pride in the name, but no insight into the trut
Pre-pay, The game?Game... Pre-paid?Pre-pay, The game?17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The anxious wait... Of what to get.
A list of options, each year... Like the same.
"Pay now for time", the price ain't right.
To wait... Ain't fine, the shiny... "Buy" button.
It draws me near... The graph*, style, gear.
But still, no good... As I read the "About".
The story seems bad... With the little it tells.
Its been used before, but its different... In ways.
"It's the octopus plot!" Like it wasen't the last.
"Even "noobs" would know"... In that genre... Of course.
Should I wait? Should I buy? It's the question...
Tight PantsTight pants you make me feel uncomfortableTight Pants18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Because I always wear comfy clothes almost 24/7
I need a change, to get used to it
I have lost weight and I need to loose more
It's quite challenging and surreal at the same time
My family cares about me, nobody else because there is nobody else
I'm young, I have nobody to love me as a lover or a friend yet,
I go through a lot in life, past, present, and future too
Just hear me out what I am, is who I am, but not what I am,
Which is not you, but me and no other
Just me and my tight pants until I get used to them
A Day in a LifeWake up for another day. GruelingA Day in a Life19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Step into the shower. Cleaning
Put on a towel and exit. Drying
Prepare eggs for breakfast. Frying
Step out the door for work. Driving
Turn in the work report late. Trying
Get fired for late report. Pleading
Have a breakdown in the break room. Crying
Escorted off the premises. Fighting
Go to bed on the floor. Sleeping
Prepare for the next day. Repeating
Broken CityClosed shops lineBroken City19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
once busy streets
poor mens feet.
Sitting by the
window at the
try to buy
love with a
and a deep dish.
Next to me
he walks by
Not for money
to pick pockets
just did it
to see if
he's hurt just
on their phones
to tell their
Sitting outside some
dumpling shop in
some punk kid
seen any life
city burn and
for something else
to come and
This FeelingThis feeling that I am feeling nowThis Feeling1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
This feeling of frustration anger and sadness
This feeling which I haven't felt in such a long time
I thought I had ridden myself of it
This feeling that causes me such pain and sorrow
This feeling which hurts my heart, I can feel it tearing apart
I can feel myself falling back down again, getting lower and lower
I thought I had climbed out that dark and lonely hole
But I feel myself slowly falling back down, and this time I may not come out
I don't want to go back there though, I feel happy now, I don't want to feel sad again
My friends stood by me; they threw down a rope and pulled me out
They saved me from the depths of darkness, they brightened my day
But where are they now, I can’t see them anymore, they have faded away from my sight
One has lost contact completely, another won’t speak to me, the rest are out of reach
But those in reach what have you become, you are not yourselves or am I just blind
I see you fighting with each other,
Digital GardensSitting alone in my room the thoughts flew around my head why does my heart ache so much from crying, why do I hate myself so much... why is it that people who pass me by are laughing, do they make fun of me... the big questions is why, why am I breathing, how I wish to stop breathing painlessly... but what I truly wish for is for someone to help me, even though I act tough I wish for someone to find me soon... why does my heart feel so lonely, why do I try so hard to push people away... if I were to disappear from this world tomorrow would I be missed, would anyone cry for me... how I long for someone important to me, someone who can laugh and cry with me.Digital Gardens1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The other side to me is sighing and yelling, my supposed friends are in the dimly lit digital garden, all of them easy to approach easy to walk away, if I become troublesome I can just leave... but now lost in thought I realise I'm not contented, do I want to dispose of this cruel self and get a new life, even though I'm hesit
WickedMorgana, in the cowering darkened city; neon is dead. Theatres all play the same movie, over and over again. No one watches; they’re all in their basements or ancient fallout shelters. Morgana’s heels clack pavement, and the echo goes on forever.Wicked1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feast on your tins of peanut butter and crackers; Morgana feasts on minds. Minds like yours, soft like veal. Everyone said this night would come, but no one believed it would be now. How could it be, when just yesterday the playgrounds were filled with sunlight and laughter?
Lightning cracks sky and illumes devastation, wretchedness, emptiness. Lions have escaped the zoos, and roam the streets hungry and fierce. The wind howls your name as you sit in the darkness wearing your foil hat. Morgana laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
And the echo goes on forever; like carnival music at a funeral, like a grave robber’s laugh, like handbills flying down an alley for a play that was never produced; like a child lost in the crowds, like t
It's Time?It’s time. Vultures swoop and swivel, sear and sizzle.. sear and sizzle.It's Time?1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There is nothing blocking the door any more. There is no one making parlor faces.
There is nobody emptying baskets on the floor, of the path that you have so longed to be taking.
There is only a tiny light at the precipice, one that can hardly be seen but blazing,
But insatiable doubt and clout are the only kindling here my dear.
So drop your fears swiftly to the ground, and let them be swallowed up and replaced by
Fantasies that are bound to please, as I’m sure you surely will.
Mental asylumIt begins every fight. No matter if its day or night.Mental asylum1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The secrets that must not reach the light.
My mind may no longer be whole.
It may as well corrupt my soul.
They say my eyes are like burning coals.
That your own sanity may take a toll.
Surrounded by external doubts.
And some rather violent bouts.
Abandon those who make the descent.
You cannot escape without consent.
I don't know where the wound begin.
Maybe you should look at their sins.
The past can't be undone.
But being mad has been quiet fun.
The words of fate that I await.
So that I may walk out the front gate.
UntitledIt's so dark in here, I can only hear my thoughts. Why hear and speak when you are only deaf and mute, Rainbows.Untitled2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
BeautySmall stomachBeauty2 days 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
Heavyweight ContestI'll try to be strongHeavyweight Contest3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But my muscles are small
And I'm losing this heavyweight contest
To people to big to see
Towering over me
Leave me crushed, bruised and broken at best
ChainedTo be satisfiedChained3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With what they don't know
TO have mastered dry
Your own river's flood
Only you know the path
Of your own little stream
Only you can do the math
That finds where it leads
The others think they know
But they all fish in the same pond
YOu dare to go beyond the snow
They stay in the summer end
THey think you are no more than spring
But your vows to go beyond
And see the winter claim you as king
Keep you from going insane
At the sight of their hands
Pulling you back
Knowing no one understands
That you can't stand the chain they form
You live for the moments you escape
The time given when you can be your own
When you have finally formed your own shape
And are no longer being kneeded
Moments rise and time adds up
Until the day you will have it all
Never drink from another's cup
Unless your lips choose to touch it
And they agree
For at last
You are free
Attainting EqualityKill the horseAttainting Equality3 days 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
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]3 days 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
The Christian ScientistWhen I feel the depth of your presence,The Christian Scientist3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know that science cannot explain,
This feeling of peace and joy so pleasant,
Or the power of your name,
I could search the ends of time,
Yet at the end, still never find,
For worldly wisdom is fully blind,
To that which you've placed in my mind,
I see science as a tool to use,
One that gives all glory to you,
To support the theories I know are true,
Even if my theories are few,
A hundred percent I know you exist,
Your lamp to my feet cannot be missed,
Your works in my life cannot be denied,
Your spirit in me, I cannot hide,
Though the evidence before me cannot be gathered,
It's proof to me of the heavenly father,
One that I need not defend,
One in whom I can depend.
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 secrets3 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;
TomorrowIt's harder now to be grateful forTomorrow4 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.