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The Pixelated Mani am just a single pixel,
a tiny dot on the digital canvas of my life,
a speck of grey in a sea of color,
a whirlpool of life and frivolity,
yet the sea is far away,
i am but a single pixel on a blank canvas,
a single pixel can never see a bigger picture,
yet somehow i am okay this way,
a single solitary pixel,
and yet all the same i cling to hope,
i hope that one day i will be joined by other pixels,
so that we may form a beautiful picture,
a special little masterpieceThe Pixelated Man5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Self MonstersI have awful thoughts
in my head,
its even scaring the monsters
under my bed.
Stealing the light
away from the
moon,
eclipsing ever
so soon.
I'd stab you in the
back if
I didn't only
have a spoon.
I'll dig my
own hole,
deeper and deeper,
just until I
feel a bit
cleaner.
I'm buzzing like
am addict,
experienced like one
too.
But here I am,
barely able
to tie my own
shoe.
My eyes have been
heavy for
days,
even weeks.
But here everyone
is, watching
my head leak.
I'll break up
night and day,
and leave you
all alone.
I'm never
fucking
coming
back
home.

Self Monsters8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Ifregret can be such a powerful emotion,
such a bitter and painful feeling,
and if can often carry the greatest sting of all,
that aching pain deep in your chest humming quietly,
almost silent beneath the percussive movements of the heart,
a subtle droning noise that grows gradually louder,
"if i had done it differently" a more torturous phrase,
i fear such a thing has never been uttered,
looking back i see the numerous forks in the road,
that solitary what if looming over me,
casting shadows along the still waters,
if i had done things differently,
would things really be any different then they are now,
and if by changing one simple action,
ifIf19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I don't know

I lost you once, by my own account
I let you go, high and dry
But now I wished I hadn't

Because now when I go to sleep you’re the last person I think of
And when im upset, you’re the person I want to hug me and never let me go
I don’t know what to do…
You said after everything, the words that now break my heart

‘We were better as friends’
Those are the same words that have me holding back tears,
The same words that make my heart ache even more when I’m upset
Because I can’t ask you to hold me, I don’t have you anymore.

I don’t know,
I want to know exactly what I’m feelingI don't know8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Why Bother?Why Bother?
The words that often whirl in my mind.
But why carry on?
Sealed in a dimension of hatred and depression,
Where nothing matters,
Lost in the depths of gloom.
Why stay here?
When there's just one easy passage to escape.
All you do...
I feel my fingers entwined around a knife.
Should I?
The blade is soaring slowly towards my chest,
My heart drumming a swift song.
Now I can be happy.
Why Bother?14 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Hard Working

Heartache.
Tears shed.
Pain for being hard worked.
Years spent over a treasure of love,
Anything to promote and protect.

But then enter the politics,
And suddenly every changes.
It's discrimination unnecessary.
But you have a mark they think stinks.
And so they force you down.

And all your efforts are undone.
Were the years really worth it?
You slave over a labour of love,
But now you are defunct.

Why in life do the hard working suffer?
Disgraced by the non working bastards?
Those who want power without the effort.
They throw up the dirt,

And it stings in the wounds. Hard Working16 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Woulda/Coulda/Shoulda.If you would let me be faithful to you
I would
If you wanted to try that
I could
If really want to be yours and
I shouldWoulda/Coulda/Shoulda.19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

USE A BOATUSE A BOAT

we are always
friends forever
might leave but
never say never
no matter what
it's still a fact
we're friends
we made a pact
I might scream
I might fight
I just might do
what's not right
I might leave
I'll be back
I'll come again
back on track
after my heart
is open and bled
after the pain
after all is said
a wall or a cave
a lake or a moat
if I burn bridges
I will use a boatUSE A BOAT58 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Againmagnetic properties
dragging me this way and that
reconnecting that which I severed
again and again
resurrecting that which I killed
again and again
a snake eating its tail only to grow another
its never been the one and it’s not quite the other
starting that which cannot stop
a feeling that won’t be forgot
buried and burned
a lesson unlearned
doomed to repeat until the message is clear
leaving me wondering what I’m doing here
again and againAgain3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

---{Abandoned House}---There it sat.
Cold, alone, empty inside.
The abandoned house had nothing to hide.
Then a stranger, he came along.
He opened the door, adventure waited in store.
He decided to make that house his home.
He made the abandoned house whole, he brought in a warmth it had never felt before.
He stayed for a while, he brought a new kind of color into its world.
But the abandoned house was afraid he wouldn't stay.
Then one day he went away,
There was a nicer place for him to stay.
So there the house sat,
Cold, alone, empty inside.
Once again the abandoned house had nothing to hide.
Day by day past, all the same.
The man who was once there, he never cam---{Abandoned House}---7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A Prisoner WithinI am a prisoner in my own mind
within my confides i rely
on those around me to pull me out
and the voices get louder but friendship will always drown out
the noises and the screams to make it stay
and i know it'll all get better some day
but for now i sit
in this prison that has been made to fit
just for me in this world
everyone forgot this one little girl
and in her mind the darkness collides
and the pain she hides
is multiplied inside
until she cant take it anymore
and she has to give in
but as long as her friends are around
she will not fall victim
so stay strong in the making
don't give up yet
because we wont let heaven lose
to this lifeA Prisoner Within7 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

How to Break a HeartI never wanted this to happen. To be honest it isn't my fault, nor is it yours. Its the universes fault, it's cruel twisting game it plays on our hearts. It tears me apart to say this but...I don't love you.
The world is so harsh, I know, trust me. Truth is though, you need to know. You need to stop fooling yourself and I need to stop fooling you.
This cycle of pain needs to end. I don't love you.
I know all you want to do is hold me and call me yours, but truth is, I dont feel that way about you. I know its been said time and time again... But i'd rather be friends.
I now know how to break a heart, I just hope it doesnt become a habit.How to Break a Heart8 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Du er her ikke (Danish)Din duft aftager langsomt
fra min pude
- som var din pude da du var her
Jeg gad godt det stadig var din pude
eller det jeg siger er selvfølgelig at
jeg godt gad du stadig var her
Eller måske er det meget godt at du ikke er her
ja, for jeg er sur på dig
fordi du ikke er her.Du er her ikke (Danish)11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Suicide.17 is just a number and
Jane is just a name
If I am too young to die
Then let me see some changeSuicide.18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

ChaosChaos stuck in my head, I don't understand why. What do I have to do ? Fight for the good, fight for the bad, fight for myself. Fight for everything and die for nothing. Useless fight, useless life. Useless way of life. Chaos stuck in my head, I don't understand why. Am I the weapon of peace or am I the dove of war ? Don't flee, but don't do anything. I don't want to die but i don't know how should I live. Don't stay, don't go, chaos still stuck in my head and I can't understand why.Chaos20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Silly Little Kiss (poem)It was just a wish;
A wish for a silly little kiss.
And I knew that if I didn't try at all
It was an opportunity I'd miss.

I saw it coming
I knew it wasn't right.
But I had hoped;
Had hoped with all my might.

I was wrong.
I knew it straight away;
Knew you'd never really come my way.Silly Little Kiss (poem)1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Skype samtalen (Danish)Jeg sidder og lytter til din stemme
Jeg kan ikke fornemme hvor
den er henne
Om den er trist eller om den
er glad, eller om den er usikker
Og jeg ved ikke om du ved
at jeg ikke ved det,
men du fortæller mig i hvert fald intet
Jeg spørger om du overhovedet vil se mig
og du gentager mit spørgsmål som om det burde være
retorisk og som om jeg burde
vide svaret, i forvejen
Jeg forbliver tavs
"There's nothing I'd rather do"
siger du med en fremmed stemme og
jeg bliver pludseligt i tvivl om det er fordi
det ikke er dine egne ord
Jeg griner over et eller andet du siger
Mest for at bryde stilheden
og fordi jeg ved du ikke har gjort noget galt;
du prøveSkype samtalen (Danish)11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Knowledge Doesn't Make It Go AwayI think I need to stop writing poetry
About things I don't understand
Bipolar gets what I don't get
I live in another land
You can't control your feelings
Horrors invade your thoughts
Studying the disease doesn't matter
It's really all for naught
Because it doesn't matter how much you know
Bipolar disorder will still exist
And even when you get treatment
Sometimes you still want to slit your wristsKnowledge Doesn't Make It Go Away18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A List.Things That No Longer Matter:

trying
and lying
and the fact that I'm dying

yelling
and telling
and the fact that you're not buying what I'm selling

feeling
and dealing
and the fact that I'm not healingA List.19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Does Jesus Approve of Cutting?When I'm off my medication
I feel less than nothing
I force myself to not have fun
And I succumb to cutting

But this is a poem for Jesus
Because even then he loves me
Jesus will always be with us
He's the Light when I cannot see.Does Jesus Approve of Cutting?19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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