Look at meI'm in a placeLook at me in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought I'd be
Don't have the strength
To fight anymore
Or a reason not to leave
So tell me why I still keep holding on
To something I just cannot see
My world is falling apart
I'm at the end of my rope
I can't find any hope
How do I try one more time
When it's just not in my heart
I'm not afraid
Of living alone
I was alone before he came
Still I just can't walk away
I've been in love
Many times before
But this time's not the same
When it goes this deep
And feels this strong
I can't convince myself
That this love is wrong
I just can't walk away
LiveTake a step back. Fucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it's time. Don't hang onto painful memories just because you're afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren't worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted. Stop taking life for granted. Live for something. Live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love.Live in Free Verse More Like This
The Way You AreI love every mark upon your faceThe Way You Are in Free Verse More Like This
Every bump, every blemish, every dot
They remind me that youre human
And not an angel fallen to this spot
I love how you smile
Especially when you show your teeth
There are sparkles in your grinning eyes
Like the stars which Im beneath
I love the way you smell
Your scent always gets me high
I feel like Im so lucky
And Im always asking why
A Dozen Dead RosesIt's March nowA Dozen Dead Roses in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't know how
Why I can't throw away
The roses you gave to me on Valentine's Day
Those dozen white buds
Are now dried duds
To throw them out I'm stalling
Though the dead petals don't stop falling
Call me insane to keep them for so long
But to toss them only feels wrong
Like I'd be trashing your love for me
If I threw the moldy roses out finally
ThreeI know that we will lastThree in Free Verse More Like This
The proof is in our past
Because three is a magic number
As long as we remember
Those three dollars we owe each other
Three years from now when we can be alone together
A hundred times around the ice took the time of only three
Three competition bus rides on your shoulder I did sleep
Three is the number of Karmas nature is true
And three is the number of words in the phrase: I love you
DifferenceIs there really a difference?Difference in Open More Like This
Between love and infatuation?
Between true love-making
And instant gratification
Is there really a difference?
Between a lover and a whore?
Passion can be felt by both
But which regards the feelings more?
Is there really a difference?
Between every I love you?
Though all are said when it boils down
Which words are spoken true?
HomelessHard to swallowHomeless in Other More Like This
On our own
Miserable at best
Everyday a challenge
Lost in our lives
Eyes glazed with melancholy
So starving; so tired
Such a burden
Windshield WipersI was sitting in the passenger seat in the car the other day going to the dentist. Outside the rain was plummeting on the windows and the windshield wipers vigorously swiped across the windshield. Each drop of rain that appeared on the glass was viciously stripped away less than a second later by the furious windshield wipers.Windshield Wipers in Philosophical More Like This
It started to anger me at how the raindrops didnt even have a chance of survival after making the long journey down from the sky. They worked so hard and as soon as they made it to the finish line, all of their opportunities were torn away.
I couldnt help but to feel sorry at first, but then I started to think about the number of raindrops that fall in the path of the windshield wipers versus the number of raindrops that fall out of the path or not even on a car.
And I thought of all the raindrops that fall onto the soil and help create new life or help nurture life thats already there. And I thought about all of the raindrops that fall into the
Regret ThisI'm gonna tear your heart outRegret This in Free Verse More Like This
Don't get me wrong; I will
I'm gonna chew it up and spit it out
Maybe you'll get the pain that I felt
I'm gonna rip your eyes out
Now you'll have an excuse to why you didn't see
You didn't see the obvious hurt you were causing me
Little Red: The REAL Story ISo, you think you know the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood' eh? I bet you don't. You don't know what really went down in those woods that morning. And you know what? I remember it as clear as if it happened only yesterday.Little Red: The REAL Story I in Fantasy More Like This
My name is Red, or atleast that's what they all call me. I've had the nickname since I was five or so. I can't remember. I don't remember much from my childhood. All I do really remember is my drunk abusive father the woodsman and my shrill grandmother.
I wasn't exactly planned. You see, my mom was some hoity-toit princess who was walkin' through the same woods I grew up in one day. I bet the sun was shining through the leaves casting green streaks of light upon the forest floor all magical-like as you see in those fairytales.
I wouldn't know. I wasn't born yet.
Anyways, so she was strolling around as princesses without boundaries often do. Personally, I think they should all be locked up since their absent-mindedness gets them in enough trouble already. Soon she ha
Little Red: The REAL Story IIWhere was I? Oh yes, now I remember.Little Red: The REAL Story II in Fantasy More Like This
So I set off into the woods feeling all glamourous with my sexy red riding hood. I looked hot, I tell you. Before this, I had princes from all over the land on my doorstep. None of them ever really appealed to me though. I guess all princes and princesses are born lacking brains and logic.
I put up my hood and set off. I didn't feel like taking the regular path that day, either. I thought I'd take my time. Maybe that old wench, my grandmother, will croak before I got there and I could down the cheap booze my dad stuck in the basket.
I guess I went the wrong way because it was starting to get dark keeping in mind that I left that noon. Maybe I was a little scared. I was more afraid of witches and ghosties and things like that.
My dad always said to watch out for wolves, but I've never seen one before. He described them as great, hairy, beasts with teeth as long as serrated bayonets. And jaws that could snap a human in two just like one of Houdini's m
Little Red: The REAL Story IIISo what happened the next morning you ask?Little Red: The REAL Story III in Fantasy More Like This
That 'big bad wolf' and I woke up in eachother's arms. The tears on my face dried into dusky shadows running down my face. That morning was the most beautiful morning of my life hitherto. The sun shone through the gaps in the canopy of the forest illuminating all of the dew drops on the grass like a million prisms of glass.
When Wolf woke up, he shook off the dew that settled upon his coat overnight and helped me up. My limbs and joints were stiff and sore so he let me ride on his large, furry back.
I gave him the directions to my shrill, abusive grandmother's cottage. As I listened to the gentle thump, thump of rhythmic paw falls upon the wet earth Wolf devised a plan. His pack had turned upon him recently in his life as well and they were all killed off. He said that their deaths were the best thing that could have happened.
He proposed a certain idea: To kill the remains of my family, my grandmother and my father. I gave him permission to d
DadThe only dad I ever knew.Dad in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Years have passed since I've talked to you.
Where are you? How have you been
ever since we came to an end?
I want you to know I still love you,
& somehow I know you miss us too.
Mom says that she has lost all feelings for you.
With all my heart I hope it's not true.
I forgive you and I understand that you were looking for life.
A quick escape from a monotonous vice.
You sought fulfillment in all the wrong places.
I know how it feels to want to fill in those empty spaces.
There is a God-shaped hole in your heart.
He wants to make you into a work of art.
I wish we could talk, then I would tell you
of the hell I have been pulled through.
I hope you know I do not hate you.
I want to return to the bond that we once knew.
Take me fishing. Tell me you love me if you can.
Hug me and call me your little man.
-Jus10 Blake Poythress
The Wounded's LamentThe Woundeds LamentThe Wounded's Lament in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What's with me?
Don't fit in society.
Want to speak, but have no words.
This lack of life grates my nerves.
Others talk with expertise,
while I am impaired by this social disease.
The art of conversation looks like fun,
but why with me can't it be done?
I have nothing to say to anyone.
Idle chat is such a waste of time.
A waste that I wish could be mine.
Once I had the social skills,
but then was taunted just for thrills.
Never could find the problem's root
Then I shut down and never could reboot.
At social events I become all tense.
I watch others talk and smile.
I wish I were them all the while.
This is The Wounded's Lament.
With this life I just can't be content.
I consider most acquaintances, not friends.
All the shrink's horses and all the shrink's men
can't put this man back together again.
This world I'm stuck in is so corrupt.
Sometimes I feel my heart will erup
Understand MeUnderstand me. This is my plea.Understand Me in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Set me free from captivity.
Open your heart. Let me in.
What should I do? Jump? How high?
Wipe the tear that escapes my eye.
Eroding a path well worn down my face.
Im giving you your personal space.
I would sacrifice my quiet place
just to feel your embrace.
Space is not what I need.
What I need is for you to really see.
Numerous seeds I have planted.
Seeds of my own heart of love.
Still it seems Im not good enough.
Youve got your friends. No room for me.
Denied for lack of vacancy.
Its ok Id take the floor.
Just allow me to enter the door.
BaptizedBaptized in spit, baptized in mud.Baptized in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Baptized in water, then my Fathers blood.
Refined through of the fires of hell.
I have returned with a story to tell.
No longer do I reek of sulfur.
Oh the stench of tormented souls
takes a toll on a mans sanity.
Out of my brain, being reframed
into the mind of eternity.
Ask me again! Am I crazy?
Are these the incoherent ramblings of a madman?
I ask you:
"Who is the one smiling?"
If sanity means gasping for breath,
I pray give me liberty or give me death!
I stand before the congregation
proclaiming death and annihilation.
My former self meets a watery grave.
Raise your fists to the air.
Bid a final toast to despair.
-Justin Blake Poythress
The Avenger from HellThe Avenger from Hell in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ive come straight from the bowels of hell.
No one against me shall prevail.
Seeking vengeance for all that was lost.
My leader should have never been crossed.
As a former resident of the dark abyss,
Im out for revenge for all that Ive missed.
The pain of decaying heart and mind
is all Ive known for quite some time.
Enter the Savior of the damned.
Through hells gates He has rammed.
I was a prisoner who has been freed.
And whomever the King frees is free indeed.
Now enlisted as an avenger from hell
to help release captives and see darkness fail.
666. Youre clenched inside the tormentors fist.
777. You can be freed by the ruler of heaven.
666. You shall sorely be missed.
777. If you are not ready by the hour of eleven.
So march in the infantry.
Man the stations with the cavalry.
Until we reach eternity,
the war rages on notoriously.
The Biggest SinDays crawl for her at school.The Biggest Sin in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All she ever wanted was to be considered cool.
Kids here can be so cruel.
Why, oh why cant she make a friend?
Day-to-day she considers putting all to an end.
Dreams about back then
when she used to fit in.
What is it that the other kids do?
Seems like theyre making it through.
Sitting all alone, she wishes for something new.
Why doesn't someone take a chance with her? Make a stand for her.
Do you care? Try your hand at understanding her.
You dont know what she feels inside
when everybody abuses her just to boost their pride.
Its hard to hide in these darkened skies.
After school she runs to her room and cries.
The music understands her. Its her only friend.
When they are together, no one has to pretend.
She goes to the drawer for a page and a pen.
She writes about anger, trials and distress
and how much she longs to be like the rest.
All the pain in lyric to get off her chest.
Can anyone see who she can be
if shes shown
TeaserTeaser in Academic Essays More Like This
When you close your eyes and imagine the future, do you see yourself in it? Does your past come back to haunt you in your dreams, or worse, in your day to day routine? Are you hangin on by the thinnest thread doomed to break at any moment?
If there was a way out, would you take it?
Even if it cost you everything you thought was right?
The FreakThe FreakThe Freak in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Youre a freak. Or so they dont say.
But actions portray.
Or lack thereof.
Friends. Yes or no?
Hard to say, because they dont show.
I can show them all day how much I care.
A heart of gold on my sleeve is what I wear.
What is the dividing line
between me and human kind?
How can I bridge such a gap, light-years wide?
Cant I tap into this... thing (for lack of better words)?
What do they mean? Do not disturb
hung on their door,
Or is it mine? Let me check
None that I see.
Must be me.
Whats the next step? Ill get back to you with that.
Ill have to take a rain check.
All hands on deck.
But Im on an empty ship, save a few.
Me and my crew.
we seek our own buried treasure.
Any day now. Awaiting the next mutiny. Betrayal.
Another piece of my heart
for personal loot. Blow the man down.
Then move on to the next clown
But arent I now normal?
Jaded: So This is LoveJaded (So This is Love)Jaded: So This is Love in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So this is love?
Look what theyve made it.
Love is but a vision?
Love is on a mission?
Seek and destroy.
Never going to be someones toy.
Is it hatred?
Never will it happen to me.
I refuse to give my heart
just to watch her rip it apart.
Seen it too many times.
Heard it in too many rhymes.
Seen my friends fall prey to romance.
In your blood, love will dance.
Love is decay
waiting to take you down.
I am one of the blessed few.
Flying beneath the radar.
Is this part of genetic makeup?
When true love rises from its ashes
Then I may take my chances.
Scared to become another victim.
Crimes against humanity.
I feel sorry for them.
-Justin Blake Poythress
A movie that I desperately need to see...Oh my...never has a crazy old man been so rousing...A movie that I desperately need to see... in Personal More Like This
Some things I need to sayI was thinking about this today, and after reading a little of ED's article on Christianity.Some things I need to say in Personal More Like This
I don't like rules.
I don't like regulation.
I certainly don't like my privacy being invaded.
And yet every day, I find some other member of Big Brother getting into my shit, rating my efforts and berating my failures. People are always telling you to change. People are always labeling someone else as bad and punishing them. Ideals and religious beliefs are berated, condemned, and warred over. The people that snapped under this strain are dictators and genocidal maniacs taking back their power and abusing it. But what about everyone else? Nothing more than goddamn sheep. It isn't my business if you always want to be an employee following someone else's orders who takes a tiny slice of your profits in order to benefit himself and the system, but don't expect me to.
I like being different and I like not conforming. I don't know how to be any other way and yet I'm verbally castrated for it every f