MusicA song is poetry set to music,
as love is friendship set to music.
Music makes things better, stronger.
It expresses things we cannot say,
and even brighten your day.
There's still a choice;
to listen to it,
or to be a part of it,
to make it your voice.
It can be a risk,
but life is nothing
without that risk.
Memories Into TrashCleaning the room, time for change as always.Memories Into Trash3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Piece by small piece things are sorted out,
Tokens and memories unearthed
Some you wish could be erased.
Needles they prick your heart.
Turn to items,
Stumbling Into YouI was moving along when I stumbled into youStumbling Into You3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Moving along trying to find my way through
Halfway to nowhere I stumbled into you
Only to be stopped and told 'bout the sky so blue
I was admiring the sky when I stumbled into you
Your ever-smiling visage easily shining through
The darkness in my life without you
As you admired the sky along with me too
I was searching for the exit when I stumbled into you
Looking for a way out to escape through
But dragged inside I was by you
Taught to endure and move on too
I was moving along hoping to stumble into you
Home in sight as the lonely day grew
But you had gone on like they all eventually do
After becoming someone I wanted to hold on to
I LoveI love the rainstorm because in the end everything will be crisp and clean.I Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the lightning because it's a bright and fleeting flash of beauty.
I love the thunder because it's the sky's drumbeat that resonates in my heart.
I love the steady paradiddles of the raindrops on my roof, nature's music at its finest.
I love the cold sensation of raindrops on my skin, a reminder of how nature can touch you back.
I love how the clouds block the sun, changing the light, making everything look different and changing my perspective.
I love this weather because it's different from the norm.
I love how everything gets cold, giving me the ability to curl up in warm blankets with a hot chocolate.
I love how wet things get because it creates petrichor, the smell of rain on dry earth.
I love how water collects in places, making puddles that are fun to splash in.
I love how the water runs everywhere, washing away life's troubles.
I love the rain because at the end the flowers bloom.
CagedSomething's have me wonderingCaged3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What life would have been like if I hadn't been stupid
If I was a better person
If I could love without restrictions
If I can dance upon the air
Without any restraints to hold me down.
I have been caged for so long
All I wish is to be free
I feel stuck and out of placed
These bars are choking me.
I'm trying so hard to break free
No longer any hold on me
But as I struggle the chains hold me tighter
This cage is getting smaller by thee hour.
And I as scream and rage
There's nothing to be done
Only this rage keeps me fighting
But for how long can I last?
I want freedom
No chains to hold me down
To live my life the way I want
With love and happiness at my side
With wings that I can spread to fly high
But here I am
In this cage
Locked inside my head
Wanting freedom so close yet far
Making me crazy deep inside.
Hoping just hoping to break free
Unlock this cage for me!
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.
And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.
That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.
That maybe I can actually make something of myself.
Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.
Give my parents the life that they so justly
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.Reality Verses The Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.
I am embraced by the luminous clouds.
With the stars in reaching distance.
Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.
Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.
Observing the planets that stand like monuments.
This is the place where my body wants to be.
These are the sights my eyes want to see.
This is place where my mind can be free.
This is the only place where I can truly be me.
Now back to reality.
And the self perpetuating insanity.
Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.
Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.
How will I ever be able to see any sort of clarity.
Below the discoloured and tarnished ceiling.
I am held captive by my dishevelled duvet.
With only material possessions at my grasp.
Surrounded by a hybrid of silence and vulgarity.
Accompanied by the foul scents of decay and pollution.
Observing a society that stand and act like naïve slaves.
This is the
The Person I Once KnewThe Person I Once KnewThe Person I Once Knew3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We used to talk everyday.
Laughing, talking and spending time together.
I never thought me and you would stray.
I assumed we would be this close forever.
Now your number is never in use.
You're just a photo in my frame of mind.
It went from mutual respect to absolute abuse.
A bond like ours is difficult to find.
I occasionally think of you and wonder how your doing.
Wonder what you look like and if you still talk the same.
Imagine what your doing with life and what dreams you are pursuing.
Despite everything that happened my memories of you will always remain.
I knew you for a while and you made an impact on my life.
Sometimes I wish things could go back to how they once were.
Dry my tears and remove the jagged bloody knife.
Envision what my life would be like if that incident never occurred.
Would we still be close and have that same connection.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be we were destined for different things.
I just wish I got the chance to apologise and compl
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thrive and depend on your compliments
And it is only then as a direct consequence,
Am I truly able to write with confidence.
Even though your words are only temporary.
I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,
In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.
My own validation depends on your approval.
Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.
Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.
Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?
When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?
How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?
Of a craft and skill I still think anyone is able to produce.
Is there any point in me putting my apparent talent to use?
When I limit and submit myself into a negative recluse.
I was told I must have self belief in order to achieve,
The dream that I am so desperately trying to receive.
The body can only accomplish what the mind believes.
I know I must rid myself from any form of self doubt.
Disillusioned RantDisillusioned RantDisillusioned Rant3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sometimes I just feel out of place. Almost like I don't belong anywhere. My existence is just an illusion. And I refuse to be under its spell any longer. I only appear when people need me. But when I am not required I fade away. Its almost like I am watching others live their own lives while my own is just suspended. I sit and stare in to thin air, completely spaced out. With no thoughts in my mind just a blank vastness. My mood is just completely neutral nothing fazes or astounds me. When I do communicate its almost automated, programmed responses with no feelings or emotions incorporated. The question is why do I feel this way? And what does it actually mean? Am I the only one that feels this way? Its almost as if nothing matters any more I don't matter anymore. The whole matter has dematerialized. All motivation has drive has drifted from my parking space. Everything I'm supposed to do suddenly becomes irrelevant. All these targets set by man kind decline in
Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.Everlasting Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries so his wife can choose.
She winces in pain as she adjusts her position in her new mobile seat.
I am the only till queue they ever come to.
The elderly man as usual engages into his derogatory banter with me.
His wife giving him her ritual glance as she hands over the change.
Smiling with her youthful eyes guarded by a lifetime of creases and indents.
Tears NonetTears are streaming down my upward turned face,Tears Nonet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as my heart once again starts to race.
This is what it's all about now,
the power of past's gone somehow.
Crying is renewal.
It's gone, the cruel.
We are now free.
To just be.
Hard WorkBe yourself they said.Hard Work3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through truth you'll get anywhere.
You're perfect the way you are they said.
You're something beautiful to share.
I remember hearing this all the time,
recollecting those words as I write this rhyme.
There was one thing that they forgot to say
which is what my mantra is here and today.
Though you may be you and the best to believe
you still need to work to be beneficial
in the lives of others and yours to achieve
anything that will not be something superficial.
People forgot to say that work is needed.
Not the normal amount that keeps you in the gray,
but mind wrenching, sweat creating, limit exceeded.
To stand out and pave your way in life today.
It's the type of work that will make you shine,
to help you stand out and remain unforgettable.
The type of work that's so difficult to define.
The kind makes those gone feel their absence regrettable.
Average work that makes you blend in with others
that gives one average recognition and reward
is the kind that I don't
You!You!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw you, I fell for you.
Not for your body, your good looks.
Though you are truly gorgeous,
there is something far more amazing:
Your mind, your soul.
That's you, and only you.
That's what I love.
You're my desire.
Who We AreWho We Are.Who We Are3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We cant deny who we once were
because who we once were
made us who we are today.
Is this... Love?Do you feel it also?Is this... Love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it show?
What does it mean?
I do not know...
A ShoulderWhen she smiles my heart takes flight.A Shoulder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her beauty is radiant in any light.
Alas, inside her, emotions stir.
All I want is to be there for her.
The same dream..I look out the window and wonder,The same dream..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is different about today?
I wake up and go to brush my teeth,
What is going to change?
I brush my hair and climb into the car,
Fix the mirror and drive away.
Like every other day, I see an endless sea of cars,
What is going to change?
Red light, Green light, Yellow light,
A sequence that never ceases to end.
I travel forward and continue on,
What is going to change?
A pick up my paintbrush and start to paint,
I have no inspiration just like always.
Frustrated, I splatter paint on the canvas,
What is going to change?
Everything is the same,
Nothing ever changes.
Why can't anything be different?
What is going to change?
Lost In YouOnce upon a time I was all aloneLost In You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My spirit was wild and free
Feelings like this were still an unknown
I'd never given such a huge part of me
Now I live each day with only half of my heart
And when you're gone my whole world turns blue
Not connecting to you always tears me apart
I don't regret getting so lost in you
Your world has become such a huge piece of mine
This combination is everything I desire
There is no going back after crossing the line
Just being with you always sets me on fire
You warm me up with the sound of your voice
You'll always be enough to get me through
Every day I wake making the same old choice
Forevermore I want to be lost in you
I've found myself while pursuing your love
As my one muse you've inspired me to grow
To me you're a miracle sent down from above
Deep in my soul I've always just seemed to know
The PoetI am a poet.The Poet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pen is my lover.
The paper is my friend.
The language of my emotion has no end.
PensHere we are yet againPens3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a poet, I use a pen
My pens write with abnormal ink
You see my pens have the power to think
They think and they speak and they yodel too
They don't seem to want to shut up about you
Race Among Race'sRace Among Race'sRace Among Race's3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Racism will always be a complex and hazardous topic.
It is something that is deeply implanted within our logic.
It may be expressed in the form of a humorous joke.
Or may be intentionally announced in order to provoke.
Because they know that it is guaranteed to get a reaction.
And we impulsively give them that much needed satisfaction.
Somehow we feel the need to defend our specified skin colour.
We fight fire with fire to defend our heritage with misguided honour.
That's why racism can never be vanquished or become extinct.
It is how the world works and even if we don't say it, we will always think
How the colour of another person's skin affects their general demeanour.
Even though the colour of a person's skin is simply just a miniscule feature.
Even in jest we are giving this taboo topic the oxygen it needs to survive.
Equality is nothing but a well rehearsed illusion, which will never be truly alive.
CrayonsWe all have our own unique crayon colourCrayons3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
simple monochrome or vibrant rainbow
some of us bright others duller.
Though deep down inside we all glow.
We all have that potential
to achieve that deep down dream,
no matter how insignificant or essential,
To stand up strong and begin to gleam.
Though we may only be mere insignificant crayons,
made of paper like-clothes, simple dye and chunky wax,
easily showing how we aren't an eternally present canyon,
we can create beautiful art before we become bony sacks.
Though what of those who need different paper to show?
That white crayon who needs black paper to have purpose?
How can they keep going in life to merely begin to grow?
To find that rare piece before their end comes to a close?
Regardless of how things may turn out in a crayon's life,
either it containing beautiful wonders or horrid strife,
one should never lose hope about finding their own place
finding their own paper though it may be at the end of the race.
We all have our own unique