A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
They SayThey Say.They Say3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say there is always a silver lining.
But right now my future looks bleak.
They say the sky is the limit.
But my vision is blocked by a mountain peak
They say life is a game.
But I was never any good at hide and seek.
They say were all different.
But does that mean that were all unique.
They say everyone wants to win.
But I have no desire to compete.
They say there are plenty more fish in the sea.
But they didn't say whether the water's shallow or deep.
They say everyone is searching for the same answer.
But I have'nt got it in me to cheat.
They say I'm too negative.
But I know this also comes hand in hand with defeat.
They say a healthy mind is a healthy body.
But I'm not to obsessed with my physique.
They say some situations you must face, face to face.
But sometimes I am not willing to turn the other cheek.
They told me some day I'd be someone great.
But I know that's a promise they cant keep.
They say sometimes shit just happens.
But I've recently discovere
I'm TryingI'm Trying.I'm Trying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
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
My AmbitionsMy Ambitions.My Ambitions3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.
I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.
I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.
I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.
I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.
A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.
My writing is all I have and it's the one thing I can control.
That's why its not just words your reading, it's a piece of my soul.
I want to be liked and to appeal to everyone.
But I've learnt this ambition can never be truly done.
I write for my family, so they can be proud of their first creation.
Although I don't show it, they will always have my love and appreciation.
I'm hoping a
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
ArtArt.Art2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made it so.
Would You?Would You?Would You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Would you remember the lyrics?
If I told you the world will end tomorrow.
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.2 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.
Similar DifferencesSimilar Differences.Similar Differences3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Accept and reject.
Choose and select.
Vote and elect.
Defile and suspect.
Genre and subject.
Gain and object.
Draft and perfect.
Nurture and neglect.
Locate and inject.
Wisdom and intellect.
Create and inspect.
Action and dialect.
Ambiguous and direct.
Receive and deflect.
Invade and infect.
ParanoiaParanoia.Paranoia2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
There are only so many false promises I can make.
There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.
Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.
How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?
How long will it take for me to completely trust you?
Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.
There are only so many times I can say "I a
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance2 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
Good Bye FriendGood ByeGood Bye Friend3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Bags packed hastily on an un made bed.
Inactive blue tack firmly attached to the walls.
Earthly possessions compiled regrettably.
Unfortunate circumstances have been confirmed.
Your chariot has arrived to take you away.
The hardest part is yet to come.
I know our connection will weaken.
No matter how hard we try to cling on.
Change is something we cannot avoid.
Memories are all we have to hold on to.
Realities rewind button has been disabled.
This game can never be won.
Humour temporarily dilutes the situation.
Silence is the only language spoken.
Eyes exchange compromising glances.
Half hearted commitments announced.
Things will never be the same.
This equations amounts to a complicated sum.
As you stand In the door way about to exit.
Life's bank has withdrawn all the quality time we invested.
Hopeful plans for the future proclaimed.
Of which a fixed date can never be named.
I will miss you more than you ever know.
I've finally accepted the fact that you must go.
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
Taking Things To HeartTaking Things to Heart.Taking Things To Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever had the same problem critics?
Telling you your faults, forcing you to admit it?
Analysing your work till the point you wish you never did it?
Then forming and basing judgements on their observations.
Criticisms are hard to accept regardless of the relation.
Your first natural instinct is to defend your work through conversation.
It's not that their criticisms are not valid.
Sometimes I just take it as their refusing my talent.
This causes me to feel less confident and slightly off balance.
I respect any opinion that anyone has to offer.
Sometimes I just take it as if I'm being told of by my mother.
Or I've caused an illegal offence and someone has called the coppers.
But what would life be if everyone told us what we wanted to hear?
Singing your praise even though you can see it's insincere.
It would not be constructive or help progress your career.
I understand criticisms are designed to aid you.
You're meant to acknowledge their judgments and not
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.2 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.
The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.
He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.
Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.
The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.
But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.
The constant contrast in environments became too much for him to handle.
It was only an amount of time before he enacted some sort of immoral scandal.
After a confrontation at school he marched home to collect his mother's weapons.
His mother caught him in the act and tried to stop him as he reached for the second
Loaded rifle that was originally used as a source of family en
Questions.Questions.Questions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Laugh, Love and LiveLaugh, Love and Live.Laugh, Love and Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only contagious and infectious cure.
Considered something natural and pure.
Uncontrollable but influential,
In times of need it is deemed essential.
We each have our own signature expression.
The ever lasting opposite to depression.
Known to provoke tears of delight.
Even when heaven seems out of sight.
Something that can lighten any situation.
The TruthThe TruthThe Truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing in this world will ever be equal.
That is why bad things happen to good people.
That is why death is life's &
Life's LessonLife's Lesson.Life's Lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hardest thing in this life
Is to live in it.
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.
Describe Your LifeDescribe Your Life.Describe Your Life3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
From your pre-destined slumber.
Life's lottery has selected your number.
Your way through this world.
These feelings can't be bought nor sold.
Through the hardships and pain.
These feelings have proven impossible to tame.
Every story must have an end.
Life is one process which is impossible to extend.
There are countless words to describe your life.
Living is something you cannot experience twice.
Make mistakes, learn from them and prosper.
We are all apart of an ever changing roster.
Enjoy the time that we have here.
Take no notice of the conclusion that draws near.
Death will be heard by the tolerant ear.