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Are you ready for another bad poem1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Where Is This American Dream?1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Let's fly.
Come closer;
lets play hide and seek with our future.
Take my hand;
follow me into our dreams.

Do you dare to love me?
I challenge you.
Succumb to uncertainty;
stand your ground, next to me.

Breathe, respire, inhale…hold it;
lets see black euphoria
you be my colour.

Take me to eternity;
lets play marbles with our hopes
I'll let you win.

Kiss my lips;
finger paint your story along my torso.
Lets play I spy with our arousals;
find my flavour.

Remember me, as I am, this instant;
tell me your woes.
Lets play sherades with the stars;
you can guess my reason.

Come with me, I'll take you away;
to wilful freedom.
Lets play poker with Let's fly.1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Masquerade The horrid masks are moving in my direction,
hollow eyes locked on the final selection,
cold sweat is painfully descending my spine,
whispers have been claiming I shouldn't have crossed the line.

Fiery Gothic letters are burning the black skies,
talking about principles-the indisputable ties,
speaking of The Logical, The Equal, The Right,
The Just, The Free, The Good, and the Eternal Might.

I abandoned my life to take the higher stand,
where powers of deceit, too hard to understand,
did maThe Masquerade1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

you can't hear me anymore.I promise you your heart is not yet dead.
Please do not say it is.
If it was dead
it wouldn't hurt this much.
I'd give you my soul to bring you back
and tear apart my wrists covered in blood with your name.
If only hearts could talk.
Your heart must only be sleeping.you can't hear me anymore.3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

You're my heroRoses are red,
Violets are blue.
If you go down,
I’m going down to.

All of the times,
The bad and the good.
I’ve stood by your side,
Just like I should.

We’ve walked through the dark,
We’ve reached for the skies.
I looked into your soul,
Through those icy blue eyes.

Your words gave me hope,
Which is so hard to do.
You said “You’re my hero”,
Well guess what? You’re mine too.You're my hero1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I am Man, I am HellI am Man
I’m familiar with the
Hell of my creation
Those broken pieces that
Fall

The shattering words
That stab
The broken bones
That tear
The flesh that clings
desperately to my skin!

I will lead to my own
Destruction
With the death of my silence
The broken pieces inside
How dare they surface!

My insanity
That tear the skin
That holds you together
I am the cause
Of your destruction!

My words…
Slap!
My actions…
Stab!
My life…
Destruction!
My end…
Chaos!

Why do they stand
So close beside me?
When I’ll only
End up becoming the
End of their lives…

When I have
Become the monster!
With my contI am Man, I am Hell2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

''The Mom''

"The Mom"
I am
"The Mom."

Yet, I have no children.
To those feelings hidden
Are those to whom I listen.
I am

"The Mom."

But, I have never given birth.
I help with the hurt,
And with those who roam this earth.
I am

"The Mom."

And, I've never adopted.
I talked to those who opted
That they ought to be forgotten.
I am

"The Mom."

I never asked for this.
To be responsible for those who miss
Out on a mother's touch, a mother's kiss.
I am

"The Mom."

And, I just can't help it.
I cannot stop it.
I cannot leave it.
I am

"The Mom."

But, no one is the mom for me.
I care for those who need
A mother's care when they face defeat.
I am

"The Mom."

People come to me for advice.
To be that cooling pack of ice.
To stop them from letting it happen twice.
I am

"The Mom."

A''The Mom''1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Only DifferenceWhat makes me an evil monster
and you a shining angel when
the only difference between the two of us
is that I was never loved quite as much.The Only Difference1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Dreamer of DreamsEyes so green – deeper than the seas and with
Thoughts so far away; she was the dreamer of all dreams.
They told her she couldn’t succeed
Yet she tried and tried.
And eventually fell victim
To the abuse and lies.

Her smile held beauty that none could compare, but her
Confidence was shaken and she was struck with despair.
For the words that they had spoken
Got lost inside her head.
To the world she was alive,
But in her heart she was dead.

She found solace in a friend whose name we all know:
Crack cocaine became her lover and it became her foe.
Now she felt she had done
What they said she would do.
“Not only am I a failuDreamer of Dreams1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

aeolistwe're taught to drown our sorrows in
guilt and despair
to make ourselves feel like no one out there really cares
till we resurface, gasping, struggling for air

we're taught that depression's a sign of being weak
and when people self harm, it's just attention that they seek

and that when she's dead and gone and
buried in the ground
that oh, they should've saw it coming

and they tell you, blame yourself for everything that you've done
you messed up, so get up, your life's only begun
and when we keep blaming ourselves and the tears just still run
they look on like they're bored, like we're just old reruns

playing on the tv's for their enteraeolist1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Two Poems- DA EditedA
Child's Soul in a Man's Body

He got off on a rough start at the beginning of his career

Thanks to his abusive father, Joseph became his greatest fear

Michael's second home became the stage

But this discovery was just the first page

From the Jackson 5 to the King of Pop,

His ideas and imagination would never stop

Although he was misunderstood in his prosperities,

Michael's popularity still grew in the 1980s

But in the mid-nineties, despite his auspicious elation

Michael's love for children sparked the first accusation

But he was still loved, by his family and friends

And his fans helped too, in making the pain end

After two marTwo Poems- DA Edited1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I feel nothing.The numbness is almost comforting
The feeling of absolutely nothing
No sadness, no anger
Just dead silence
I couldn't care less for his reply
I couldn't care less if he's gone for good
No nervousness, no fear
Just emptiness
My life just goes on, the days drag by
My cuts don't get worse, nor do they improve
No worries, not anxious
I feel nothing.I feel nothing.5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

ComplicationsI am a constand disappointment

In the life of those I care about

And no matter how much I try

To pull away and shout I wanna break out

I wanna break the silence of my mind

Throw hate at you like acid

Make you believe I’m one of their kind

I want to burn your skin and make you suffer

Just so my words can’t reach you anymore

It’s my final wish, my last deadly offer

Let me go before I break you, dear

You’re too close, you came too near

I don’t know how to handle life

I don’t how to deal with my fear

My nervous complications

Follow no rule and no logic system

I am caught in lunacy and not in conComplications1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Slience is blissSlience is bliss.
It is brought upon by happiness
and in the heartfelt moments and embaraces.
When a loved one is held in tenderness,
Silence captures the moment
and the love is felt.
When lovers kiss
and the tears of joy flow,
Silence is there and there is no better love to show.
Even when loved ones are lost,
listening to silence brings the past back to life.
When a simple glance brings a smile,
silence is achieved and love is won.
Silence is bliss.Slience is bliss2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I Am No Writer.So this guy had a problem.
More specifically,
he had a problem with me
and was asking questions about my mentality,
trying to make me realize
that it's no use being a writer
because they can never make green
and while their minds are unchained,
they will never be free,
stuck in an apartment in front of a computer screen
destined to fail and never make it to the big leagues
because there's a million writers
and only one of me
and that I'll never be able make a difference.

Well, I told him this.

I am no writer.
I am a construction worker building on a foundation of sand,
building with ideas and thoughts,
ink and sleepless nights,
and I'll keI Am No Writer.2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A hospitalA hospital – white walls lined with sick and injured men, women, and children
And in the waiting room, more are completing paperwork, and waiting to be checked in
And then, out of nowhere a woman bursts through the silence, screaming at top of her lungs
Screaming for someone to save her infant of a son
Who is shaking in her arms, unable to breath
And loosing color and time, he stares at her knowing that she
Will never let him go.

But the nurse however,
The one who sat behind that small glass window
Refuses to see him through to the emergency room,
at least without the paperwork first.
And for a mother who is watching her son die in A hospital1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

StopHave to run from myself;
Have to bite my tongue
And limit my wishes.

Have to escape my thoughts;
Have to drown there flames
And cut down these horrors.

Have to destroy my dreams;
Have to clear my head
And escape this prison.

If I don't...
This self torture...
Won't see an end...Stop2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Praying To MyselfDear Doctor,
my sister is ill
my mother will not say what is wrong,
but today she came home hair gone,
skin translucid as a ghost's,
eyes molten from lava teardrops.
She tinkers with the tangibility of her wrists
as if her body is a map
and she needs to pinpoint her location
with the sharp edges of red thumbtacks.
She fights the infection that is killing her
by attempting to kill herself first.
Doctor, I do not need a diagnosis
I want only the cure

Dear Scale,
in one week she has lost twenty pounds.
They walked along the cliffs of her shoulders
and leaped off them as if on diving boards
and landed into a pool of anorexia,
but I know we can sPraying To Myself2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Nothing SpecialNothing Special

You're nothing special.
How many times have we heard those three words -
Those hardest of the hard truths?

You're nothing special.
Your shit smells just as bad as anyone else's.
You're nothing special.
Only thing special about you is that out of fifty million sperm,
You're the one that won the race.
Talk about a booby prize!

You're nothing special.
Ain't a thing you can do that hundreds -
Thousands of others can do better than you.

You're nothing special.
Not a thought that's ever entered your head is truly an original one
and hasn't been expressed better, more cogently,
More succinctly, more effectively
By someone else beNothing Special3 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

MessiahAll heed
As the messiah takes center stage to speak
Hear the children's stomach squeak
Feed us

Feed us not with sinus-stuffed nasal sympathy
Feed us not with hand me down's and I'm so sorry's
Please
Feed us fish that you taught us to catch
Like little tadpoles we need to hatch
On our own unto unknown waters
Unto this estranged world of deranged men
We need to learn of life after dying over and over again

Starvation of the soul is
Deprivation of the dear from their departed
Victims of war with no visceral, physical remains to bury
And pay respect to

While there are women who can only watch
Never show face in daylight again
After the disgrMessiah1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

CharcoalI light up all the words you say.
I turn them into birds of prey.
No backing down.
It's the judgement day.
Happy birthday! Aren't we a fact!?

The silence is now louder,
And we are samer than the others.
Though the fire now burns quieter,
We're nothing but fighting brothers.

So I light up all the words you say.
I turn them into birds of prey.
No backing down.
It's the judgement day.
Happy birthday! Aren't we a fact!?

Aren't we lovers? Aren't we a fact?
Let's find a new fate.

Somewhere

people

don't

know

our

Charcoal1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word

My Melody Is Your VoiceI lie down on my bed
Which is only a small carpet of linen
Under my tiny lonely blanket,
I try to cover myself, to hide myself

No one really cares about what is hiding in the dark
No one knows that I’m there
No one sees me there, under my blanket
But I’m hiding from those eyes

They told me I was too skinny
I became bigger, but it was not enough
They told me I was too fat
I become thinner, but it was not enough

They told me I don’t speak enough
I became talkative, but it was not enough
They told me I speak too much
I became shy, but it was not enough

I finally understand now… I am not enough
I am there, they don&rsMy Melody Is Your Voice1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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