Untitled Am I just another Cog in the Machine,Untitled9 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What am I? What have I become?
just one lost soul,
swimming in this Big Blue fish Bowl.
What am I? What am I What Have I become
What have I Become? Just another Lost soul,
am I just another lost soul swimming in this big blue pond
Cog in the Machine?
Am I lost in the machine? What is life?
Shadow and violet at five nights at freddys ch.2"Come on violet I'll be with you the whole time."Shadow and violet were on top of the roof of freddys pizzeria ready to sneak in."I don't want to!I don't want to die!!!"said violet."Violet your a princess of your own planet with strong powers and your scared of robots?!"said shadow.Violet look down.Shadow sigh and pick up violet bridle style."look if it makes you feel better I'll carry you for awhile.okay?"said shadow smiling at his girlfriend."o-okay……but if you hear one scream we never come here again!got it?"said v in her boyfriend's arms."got it.come let's go."Shadow jump into a hole and they were in the pizzeria.they were in the bathroom."wow.this looks just like it does in the game."said violet hugging Shadow tight."so it's 1am.5 more hours.and were out."said shadow."well wait here until we hear something.if we do the well leave and never come back."said shadow sitting down still holding violet.Violet was scared and shaking.Shadow nuzzle her and rub her back.VioShadow and violet at five nights at freddys ch.211 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
MoreI can hear you,More11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a thousand voices crying out in the cold dead of night,
you are, more,
more than a collection of mistakes and empty promises
You are, more,
more than these fragile walls surrounding you,
walls that have slowly become your addiction,
I can feel you there
I see the shadows on your doorstep,
I have known their names,
Fear, Anger, Regret,
you are more then that
So much more than these thoughts,
thoughts that would be your shackles,
you have wings to carry you,
reach out and take the key
unlock this cage that binds you,
soar with all the colors of sunlight,
more than this weight that burdens you
AnonymousI’m sat here, trying to write out the words that I want to come out ever so much. Everything from how I feel and such, to how I miss your ever so soft touch.Anonymous13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I once knew that lovely feeling called “bliss”, one of the many things I miss, one of the many things you made me feel. All this sadness, all this hurt I’m trying to conceal. I don’t know if it’s working or if it’s not, maybe it’s all just for naught.
I know it’s pointless and I know I shouldn’t. But I still love you, even though you couldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t, and I know it’s pointless. But I still love you and it leaves me voiceless.
I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted to hear, I really am. I promise, I’ll do my best to make these feelings disappear.
- Not so yours truly,
Shadow and violet at five nights at freddys ch.1"I can't believe this.I thought this was all a game!"said violet as she look at freddys pizzeria."well it's real if it's base off the game."said shadow to his human girlfriend."Violet laugh at shadow nervously."c-come shadow.it's not real."she said."then why are you so nervous vivi?"shadow said with a smirk."I'm not!and I like to see you prove your point!"violet said."okay then.you at me sneak in tonight."said shadow."WHAT?!NOO WAY!!!!AND WHAT IF IT IS REAL?!?!I WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE NOT END IT!!!!!"violet said."you want to prove if this place was haunted.plus you the five nights at freddys expert."Shadow said.he was right.Violet had pass the whole game but the she had nightmares for weeks."well I guess your right but-"when she turn around shadow was running to g.u.n."race you to g.u.n!"hey!wait for me!"violet said running to shadow.Shadow and violet at five nights at freddys ch.113 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Life Of SurrenderNever need I become any better,Life Of Surrender21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Unless it is at surrender,
According to every letter,
From He who is surrounded by glorious splendor,
Never need I change myself,
For you renew me from the inside,
So may every part of me be dealt,
Nothing from you shall I hide,
I am who I am becoming,
For you are constantly renewing me,
Constantly refined during this race I'm running,
By the one in whom I am free.
PaleI wander through the faint gardens of my mind,Pale23 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Looking for ways to calm my qualm.
I seize the knife within the oozed landscapes of my palm.
Blood! How I embrace thee with coveted prismatic passions.
The once known radiant spectrum has now become aphotic
Now bears the labyrinth within thy tarnished terrain.
This field for feelings is now obfuscated with thy pale gaze.
I ponder for the infertile rationale
As I jaunt towards the finale of this iridescent inertia.
All I see is a scarlet seam
At the chambers of my wrist,
Deflated with a spinal thrust of the dagger.
With elegance I hail thy fated purge,
Where Eden comes to perform my effulgent evasion.
My era within this confined corpse has bowed
And I hatch from the depths of my pearl.
I travel towards the clasping spectrum,
Where we once commemorate shattered skeletons
Will now radiate within this efflorescent endeavor.
Angelic Anthems once antiquated
Emerge everlastingly to revive our anima.
UntitledI am black shadow in the sunshine.Untitled1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
just a little spot in your shiny aura.
I am not a cute,little kind human.
maybe I am not even a human.
not who you think that I am.
you maybe think that you know what I am.
but you don't.
you think that I am beautiful,strong person like you.
but I am just a little dark shadow.
I can't feel love or anything like that.
I can feel only sad feelings.
lonely,fear and sadness.
those are my daily friends.
hoping that I would be some thing.
but I am not.
I am begging you.
Dreamer of White CanvasShe's a diamond in the roughDreamer of White Canvas1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's an oak tree, torn and tough
But once these words come automatic
It pulls it's mind from out the static
Up in the attic
In slumber sound
Or casket fabric
It's the dreamer
Of this old white room
And in only subtleties
Does it's presence loom
It's the rough
And the soil too
The black from which
Our skies turn blue
In in it's timelessness it'd speak
And paint it's white pavilion
"A picture's worth a thousand words
But a world is worth a billion
I've dreamt a world
A field of canvas
But all I've found
A cold abyss
The words are loosely
Tied in flow
And their weavers
Tell the same old show
So I'll take this place
Of black and white
And weave a tale
A place of light
If dreamer's dust
Weren't in our genes
Then nothing's just
The way it seems"
Is that the way
That dreamer looks
To paint a world
Untold in books
IntroductionA single dagger to the heart,Introduction1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
may fell the tallest giant,
a single stroke of pen,
makes the government its match
Yet here are no stories of grandeur,
no tales old as time,
i sing of things much simpler,
with just a bit of rhyme
No knights to capture towers,
no princesses or bands,
no bards to sing for hours,
nor fan boys in the stands
This tale encompasses little,
in the multitude of song,
the iron forged is brittle,
the metal not to strong
No kingdoms in their glory,
no dungeons full of gold,
the children in their chambers,
by now have not grown old
Iroh VeridianAs I see my lifeIroh Veridian1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Becoming more and more
There are a few and far
It's been a great enlighting experience
Seeing no one at all
It must be this way
Or I feel I would be doing exactly what was killing me
It was written this way
No path is unchangeable
You just walk footsteps of determination
It has lead me to a beauty of life I've never notice or seen up close with my own eyes...
Hypnotic PsychoticHypnotic psychotic are you neuroticHypnotic Psychotic1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is the real, nope, its platonic.
Hypnosis psychosis dont show this
the flow is, composure, i know her
these terms are abusing my musing
pschological losing, I do things
maybe new things creating debating
the place which im making its amazing
the same thing is taking its toll
Hypnotic psychotic you got it sometimes,
this is mine, its my mind,
i control it, i hold it
caress it, dont test it,
this message dont get it,
my tapesty or my rhymes
these lines are entwined with false meaning
so dont unwind it you wont find it
this one in part, is a literary crime.
Hypnotic psyhcotic its scary but wary
whats there is not glaring
but staring and wearing camouflage,
its creeping and reaping what its seeing
its holding its moulding
morphing and changing
not deranging but pacing, careful wait see
did you see it, nope that was fake
just saying its amused and eating its cake.
Like a StoneI saw you last night.Like a Stone1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And you were the sun.
But Icarus flew
I was a raging torrent
Like the sea.
And when he plummeted
He was a whistling stone.
I swallowed him whole.
THIS IS THE COLLABORATIONTHIS IS THE COLLABORATIONTHIS IS THE COLLABORATION2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
WE ARE FRIENDS HERE SO LEND ME YOUR EARS
IM HERE FOR YOU IN SPOKEN VOICE A CELEBRATION
HIBERNATION TIME FOR THIS THE NATION OF MINE
AS WE ALL COME TOGETHER IT’S OUR DESTINY
THE MEETING ROOM THE OBSERVATORY
THE WORLD WE LOOK UPON WE PULL IT DOWN WE BUILD IT UP
THE MASTERS CUP IS HALF FULL AGAIN THE POETRY OF A THOUSAND MEN
IMMORTAL WORDS WRITTEN IN THE SAND ON THE BACK OF HANDS
SCRIPTS AND SCROLLS ON TOILET ROLLS IN UNDERGROUNDS
WITH HIP HOP SOUNDS BEATS AND BREAKS ON BOATS ON LAKES
IN THESE SURROUNDING LANDS WHERE PAPER MEETS THE PEN
DANCING TOGETHER AND WHO KNOWS WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT
EVEN IF THE FIGHT AINT RIGHT WHATS IN ME TONIGHT
TURN THE PAGE JUMP ON THE STAGE AND FEEL THE RAGE
WORDS DEPICTING PAIN INFLICTING AND SPEAKING WITH DIFFERNT TONGUE
MUSICALLY AND LYRICALLY AS BIRDS ARE SINGING AND IM BRINGING YOU
INTO THIS ART FORM RISE UP TOGETHER AND WE
One Way EchoYou'd rather I will not,One Way Echo2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but you're too kind to say "Please don't".
You hold your tongue and thought,
in hopes to not distraught.
None of which your fault,
you just guard your basalt fort.
I understand the lot,
but nor I tried to 'crack the vault'.
On a less poetic note,
I am sorry if I overwrote.
Easy MelodyThere is solaceEasy Melody2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.
F for FailureRace along the lineF for Failure2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a sober drunk test
or stamped on your report
is a big fat F.
F for failure.
F for fuck you and your individuality.
What teacher wants
is what teacher gets
one way or another.
It's illegal to beat a student.
Any hit, kick, slap
and into court they go.
But nobody says anything
about the emotional beating.
"It's all your fault."
"You can't blame it on being in the hospital."
"I don't care how sick you think you are, unless you're about to fall over and die, this needs to be turned in."
Then they give us scissors and glue guns
so you can do the visible yourself.
Write all your essays in your blood
and vomit up your projects.
And teacher gets what teacher wants.
And nobody goes to court.
It's all a race.
How many F's can you take with you
on the field trip to the grave.
But nobody asks
How few classes
mental beatings does it take
before someone trips on the line
goes to church with a bouquet made of school papers
that all say F.
The blood dripping f
That music won't scoreAn anacrusisThat music won't score2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the embryonic origins
of a bastardised melody
we record and
grind through tools
the work of fools
with wrenched beat
that beat that kicks
your ears when they're down
hangs on notes
we trample through
that garden of sound
with no dynamics
need not be found
every groan from mouths
and our stupid hair
and the tie on our heads
we insist to wear
and that gleam in our eyes
we insist to believe
and though we tried to make music
we were just too naive.
Wiersz Nr.18 MantraOstra krawędź, lśni kwawałek szkła.Wiersz Nr.18 Mantra2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Nagła wilgoć, czy to krew czy łza?
"Radość Przez Cierpienie", motto mi wykuli,
Na dnie mego serca, w świecie szklanej kuli.
Staram się poskładać losu swego części,
Z frustracji znów wbijam paznokcie w swe pięści.
Krzyki dławie w gardle, i tak nikt nie słucha,
W koło pełno ludzi, brak żywego ducha.
Pośród tej ciemności, tylko jedno słowo.
Twoje imię, szepcze wciąż na nowo.
Krótka mantra, źródło mojej siły,
Wiedzie mnie do światła, przez życia szlak zawiły.
Eternal LoveTime carries on in progressionEternal Love2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stones crumble and faith changes
But it happens regardless
As time progresses
Even emotions and reasons fade
As if eroded by sand
As if thought to death
But what will ever remain
Do things eternal truly live thy name
Or is love just a way to bid time
Alcho-mistAccio fermentis!Alcho-mist2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Since beer was invented
People have been elated
or at least...
This sweet malted water
the yeast in the wort now
the hops bring the bitterness
from this apothecary
and the young would find distasteful
this taste till
their friends and relations
remove their abrasions
to this wonderful and age old
and best served slightly cold
concoction that is beer.
Prelude to pronouncementOn approach people think I'm scaryPrelude to pronouncement2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but further inspection finds I'm not lairy
and a vegetarian
my nature is pacifism
and instead of an aneurysm
I'd rather give you a hug
sit in the corner and smoke some drugs
talk about how the government sucks
but its not bad
for a democracy
founded on corruption and hypocrisy
and so on
and we speak
in terms of faux interlectuallity...
I gave poetry a go
and I think I blow
with my attempts at flow
I can't bring you to your knees
or turn your ears Japanese
it's my attempt to please
myself while I work
a mental tease
in a job that's a breeze
otherwise I'd get brainfreeze
but anyone can rhyme
it's not hard
to put will together
with some meaning,
but to gleam
and unique truth
to everyone who's reading
that fleeting flutter
in this instant
which is always disappearing.
I wanna be...I wanna be you vacuum cleanerI wanna be...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I'm more like your chamber pot
except you don't give a shit
whether I'm here or not
I wanna have a driving licence
but that would be nonsense
because I don't have the finance
and to get a car
that wouldn't rust
on a minimum wage
would be a logical outrage
I prefer my coffee canned and cold
but you would never be that bold
but I find the idea of hot coffee old
and mine usually end in mold
or a burn tongue.
You see me as an anorak
or just some umbrellical tool
but I'd rather that than be cruel or a fool
so I'll stay in my womb
instead of becoming your next wound
I know this ship has already sailed
in a transatlantic fashion
I can't bear to think what would be
if I only had the passion
I'm like a lightening rod
I'll drain away the spark
and I'll leave you in a blackout
when winters already dark
that's not to say I didn't try
to stick in some devotion
but the stick I have is woody
and the ground is very muddy
and my words seem very shallow
but that's not t