Life of the moonLife of the moon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life of the moon
When the morningsun joins the moon to cross the day.
The moon gently fades away, while the sun enlightens everything and everyone.
The moon is nowhere to be seen, but not gone.
When it's starts to rain, a rainbow shows himself.
The moon nearly visible, is cut in half.
The sun reaches it's highest point, the rainbow has joined.
Both sun and rainbow start their journey, to end another day.
The moon rises and makes no delay, he allready starts to glow.
The stars come up for the show.
Now moon and stars rule the sight.
The sun takes a bite, the moon doesn't worry.
He isn't in a hurry. He's there for the whole night.
The stars hang on tight.
As soon as the moon is only a thin line.
The stars know it... ...the tree knows it too... ...he will shine...
...he maybe looks torn...
...a new moon will be born!!!
For those of you who suffer .."For Those Of You Who Suffer ..."For those of you who suffer ..4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are you struggling from pain, one of the fallen.
A warrior to the world, a defeated body full of pain on the inside.
A disruption in life, making you feel weak and vulnerable.
Treatment, a life extension, making you disappear for the world outside.
Medication given, not making it any better, the end is still near.
Another young life has fallen into the depths of endless agony.
Family is lost, not able to help, only to see their beloved ones wither away.
A lot of false hope floating through life, a scenery of unhumanity.
For those of you who suffer, we salute you.
For those of you who suffer, we respect you.
For those of you who suffer, we honour you.
For those of you who die, we hope you have peace at last.
When the day arrives for you to go, a moment of silence passes by.
All seems well in these moments before the sto
Depressed heartacheDepressed heartache6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I wish I could've written all my misery down
I wish I could've cried it all away
Teardrops fallin', screaming the pain out of my heart
No one listens to what I had to say nor wanted
Did they have to see what hurt I've seen!
Did they have to hear from what I was running from!
Did they even feel the pain that made me want to hide forever?
Would they have even listened if they did?
Why wouldn't they listen to me
My pain and sorrow are so unbearable
But they are also so unbelievable!
Why won't they see that I'm crawling deeper into my self?
My heart is bleeding, my soul restless
Depressed heartache from all the pain in my head
Depressed heartache from all the pain that I cause
Depressed heartache when will it all stop
Depressed heartache when will I start believin'
I've lost all of my emotions
Have I lost my mind
--- More than once ---
I've tried to end it all
To outrun life, each chance I got
I would've given my soul for a second c
Stop the inhumanityGive a plow for the grains.Stop the inhumanity4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Not guns to blow out the brains.
Give gas to cook a meal.
Not gas to kill for an ideal.
Clean water is an issue, not for us, we buy it.
They make nice things of bottles, for little profit.
Feed the hungry human.
Not the one who is killing, man.
Billions were given, nothing arrives.
Millions still die, in the end only the rich survive.
If money is the cure, weapons shouldn't be bought.
Food and medicin are needed, only battles have been fought.
Blood has been shed, tears have flown.
Hunger has taken his own course, has the answer been shown.
Turn your guns, into gardening tools.
Don't follow the rich, as they are greedy fools.
The dead marchThe dead march4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"The march of the undead".
The troops march on, they have no fear of death.
These corpses feel no pain, nothing dares to cross their path.
Their faces tell no emotions, only the hunger for slaughter.
Raping, killing and burning everything down to the floor.
Everything silent during the day, at night the soulless bodies thrives.
The undead make their ways, from city to village, making sure no one survives.
The troops march on, they have no mercy for the living.
These soulless carcasses are in need of flesh and blood, only pain will be given.
The sound of flesh being torn from the bones, corpses work as of one mind.
The pieces of meat flying around, skin and bones, the undead leave little behind.
The living who have been alerted, run for their lives, they won't run very far.
These undead carnivores come from every corner, no way to escape, only the morningsun could end this unreal war.
Leaving behind only death and decay, they won't stop until their hunger is satisfied.
The blood, the go
Lost in a dark mindLost in a dark mindLost in a dark mind6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Traveling in the dark, I see myself drifting off
Floating away through the unknown, somehow I don't feel enough
Threatened along the way, I don't know what lays ahead
Surely there is now delay, waiting for me is no other then death
There is a light, a light I can hardly see
what is that, in this dark night, is it out to get me...
(Something has been triggered)
No it can't be true, it's not my time to go
I'm only passing... ...by... ...the thoughts of you
I say no to this, nóóó!!!
You heared me, I said...
*I hearded you, I don't care*
But this is wrong, this is mad...
*I know, but this isn't my nightmare*
You're saying that I'm dreaming this!
*no I'm not, you're just in one*
then let me go, if this...
*I don't have the power, my son*
oh, the suffering, the thinking of it
*don't be like that, it's not you she's...*
she, who is she, who is the bit...
*don't ask me that
Let The Truth Be Told"Let The Truth Be Told"Let The Truth Be Told4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some people complain constantly, others only follow
Some are special, the most are just shallow
While others just wait and see, a few are there for a cause
One listens, another takes a sacrifice and yet another says: "just because"
A bunch of people say that: "we are here for a reason"
Others are only there for the pleasure of a season
A lot of people are fighting for their lives, one from hunger the other from diseases
Others benefit from it and just do what their pleases
Let the truth be told, we are all the same on the outside, gender aside.
Yes, we are made from flesh and bones, but our meaning of what is fair or not is divide.