Job Well DoneHe sat there in the crowded hallway -- of which you took no notice
Slowly taking his crayon, pens, lined paper -- you looked at your watch
He, all of 10, disappears writing his work -- too busy as you wander
Laying on the floor he writes it slowly -- not paying attention
He sits there in the hallway holding the sign -- the train is late
"It's Sometimes Pointless" it says, coffee stains -- you stop and stare
There is a crowd forming slowly, he looks straight ahead -- what is he doing?
He holds it with two small fingers, blank look cast -- you squint
It was then they started, carrying on about the sign -- they got angry
How it was not this nor that, prettily done, message wrong -- letters of protest
The security guards asked him to move on, after complaints -- noisy they were
Where was his parents, what was he doing there - looks of disgust
He just disappeared off, leaving his sign
Tossing in the streets blowing loudly
And the commuters returned to their trains
Smiling at a job well d
FreeHe just sat there, low down on the chair -- high backFree9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shoulders slumped, her heart beat fast -- the high flying bird
His hands hung to the ground, the rocks fall on the floor -- spreading her wings
The flower fields steadied in the stormy slope -- she pounced, flying
Tossing up in the air, she caught the current -- the wind held her aloft
Meeting others the bird shone, dove forward -- not again
And there behind her, her cage, a door, stuck, she escaped -- so slowly
And capturing the whisper of the wind -- fell straight towards happiness again
StopStop telling me how I feel.Stop6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For how are you supposed to know?
will shine through.
Stop telling me how to live.
You aren't my controller.
know what's best
let me live my life.
I'll be disappointed if I want to.
I will feel pain when I need to.
But I will love.
And that is something that never ends.
.::Beyond These Fences::.A mother and her daughter walk down a ghetto street..::Beyond These Fences::.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her daughter was her world,
She wouldn't let anything crush her little dream.
"Stay close to me dear, there's nothing to fear, beyond these fences there are golden fields."
She looks to her daughter, she looks to her light,
She would not let anything harm her,
She'd protect her with her life.
She watches as a car goes speeding by,
She wishes her daughter had a better life,
But she knew that her daughter will one day fly,
Fly into the open skies.
A man comes out from within the shadows of the alleyway,
He says "I'm sorry things must be this way,"
He pulls a gun, she feels stunned,
She protects her daughter, her world, her dream, the man only wanted their money but he took so much more,
There's an echoing call of a bullet,
Her world, it shatters,
Her daughter lays on the ground in a pool of crimson,
No more laughter.
The mother falls to her knees, she holds her dream,
"Stay close to me dear, there's nothing to fear, beyond these fences
3:00 AM ConfessionsEvery time I think about it3:00 AM Confessions6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vicious thoughts flood my mind
Every day that is spent alone
Reminds me of what I once had
You don't talk to me anymore
The rumours you spread show that you no longer care
Hurt me with threats and insults
Inflict loneliness on me
Go about with your own life
Hide the truth about us
Understand that we are different people now
Remember the bad times and forget the good
Tell yourself I don't matter anymore
Say goodbye forever
What was there to destroy?I am a hollow beingWhat was there to destroy?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a beating heart
I am stuck in a hollow world
Lifeless bodies surround me
I am screaming out
Weary eyes, raw throat
I am standing behind you
Ignored every second
I am looking in the mirror
Realize I've destroyed myself
But then again, what was there to destroy...?
Trigger: MusicTo hear the musicTrigger: Music6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To hear the sound
Is all it requires.
That voice, plays in your head.
No, not the singer's, his.
And you slip.
Memory after memory attack you
With barbed edges, slicing
Attacking your mind.
Tears stream, hands move
To find the blade
To make a cut.
A simple note
A well known voice
Can reduce you to this
What can I say?