YouWereMyMistake- Liberate MeLies seeping through my veinsYouWereMyMistake- Liberate Me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time your cold gaze glares upon me,
You bury me under guilt and betrayal.
I didnt know humanity was this cruel.
Misery prying scars through my skin
Filled me with unsatisfied hate
You like to watch me die inside,
But only from a distance
Trust breaking through my bones
Emotionally, you probed pins through my heart
Just waiting til you hit the right spot
which would have me relapse in hysterically tears.
Happiness paralysed at the thought of you
I cant live this way any longer,
What must I do before Im free from you?
or am I condemned to suffer for this mistake?
Obituary for Yankee StadiumObituary for Yankee StadiumObituary for Yankee Stadium7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
By Tedd Heide
This Sunday marked the last game at historic Yankee Stadium. Next year, the Yankees will be moving into the $1.3 billion new Yankee stadium, located directly across the street.
Yankee Stadium was built in 1923, after the New York Yankees were kicked out of the Polo Grounds by their rivals, the New York Giants. Built by the Cleveland firm of Osborn Engineering Co., it was the first sports venue to call itself a stadium. During the 1970s the ballpark went under major renovations. These included shortening the distances, reconfiguring the seating, and making general repairs to the structure. During its 85 year existence, The House that Ruth Built hosted 36 World Series, 4 All-Star games, and 3 papal visits.
In many ways, you could say that the end of Yankee Stadium marks the end of an era. Not just the era of Yankee Stadium, but of this modern era of baseball too. With the new retro ballpark craze, it seemed like base
A dream?As I sit and begin to ponderA dream?8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
my eyes close and I start to wander
into some sort of a dream scape
glance to the clock, my its late
Lids fall heavy and without a fight
as I set a drift tonight
Out on a voyage, destination unknown
going to or leaving my home
This path I follow is rough
sometimes to rough to swallow
but drift on I must, to the end
to one ultimate destination
I stop plant a seed shallow
and pause to watch it grow
it grows and I move on
drifting off a silent yawn
Slowly and steadily i move
to music like a trains groove
observing and planning, never under handing
my comrades whom which I'm understanding
Riddle or puzzle which is my fate
to love and never hate
on this journey through dream scape
glance to the clock, my its late.
Bottle of hateThe fire burns deep withinBottle of hate8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Waiting for the perfect time
It burns slow like a good gin
It will be forever mine
I ponder how did it begin
Slowly churning reaching its prime
Up behind the teeth illuminating grin
I remain quite, better a mime
It spills out way to fast
Into the direction of whoevers near
Much to harsh to control
It feels as if to be free at last
So loud the deaf will hear
The release of torment from my soul.
For Mr. BushI've never felt like I wasn't aloneFor Mr. Bush8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Searching the same places never finding home
my feet are tired and my arms are sore
from the wieght of the world I carry aboard
These shoulders cant take it for much longer
If it dosen't kill me I get stronger
But if it does and I am dead I could rest my head
Until then I'm invisible unless proven otherwise
I dont hear the lies
All those lies that are forced on me
violence is no answer until it seems to be
then its acceptable like a good chat
so with pain in my eyes I grabbed the bat
and with a heavy swing I made you all crack
I shattered the glass of society in no time
Brought down hypicritical rulers with this line
I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR BULLSHIT ANY MORE!