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A Gift For A Princess9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:

Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...

I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
Why?

BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!

When I craft my works, when I write each and evI Am A Writer6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:

Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?

I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.

You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong

I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.

I thought a lot about the things you said...

The things that were my fault, my problems.

I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.

I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.

On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;

You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.

You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge lYou Left Me Stronger6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

This Is Me...I'm just one of THOSE girls,
the weird and asocial kinds.

I don't care for drama and prefer not to be
involved in any of them anyways.
I don't live for anyone else and I certainly
don't give a crap about what others think of me.

I live life for one purpose, and one only,

It's to live my life how I want with my friends and
to experience all the beautiful things the world has to
offer.

Most of you may not know me, may not have seen me, may
not even have heard of me before in your lives.

But that's just how I prefer it.

I mean what's the point, when the people who you think
are your friends just use you and bring you down?

What'sThis Is Me...1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:

There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.

I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.

I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.

I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.

Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.

Until the very last minute, when thIf you give in, they win1 month ago in Urban & Spoken Word

DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamer

Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression

her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch

My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me

until she flips the Dreamers5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

SelkieLover,
shed your skin and let me hide it
under my bones
and all these little
conversations
that are so normal,
so awfully normal

I know you would swim away,
drift like a thought
The limestone shores call out for you

(you'd fall through
the gaps in my hands)

So let me skin you, lover,
let me strip you bare

hide your skin so you wouldn't
flee

Lover,
If the Sea turns his back on you
if you wouldn't have a home

come to me, Unloved,
for my arms are
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I Am A Transman

I tuck and I bind,
I pack and I grind,
But still somehow
I cannot find
The man inside
He wants out,
Let him free!
But he knows what you
Expect him to be
So I try to exceed
What you think of me
And make you change
How your thinking sees
Just a girl with small boobs
and a sock in her pants
But that's not me
You're just in a trance
Society's made you
Feel what they feel
And think what they think
Until it's not real
To hope that someday
You'll be who you need
Who you want
Who you feel
You really should be.
So I write this story
In hopes you'll find
That I'm still me
Whether I bind
Or hold my head high
Or look likeI Am A Transman1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

She who destroys the lightfirst seed
Darling, you and I both know
in a better world I could be your Lethe
wrap around you, drown you
erode everything
that ever tried to bring your fate down on you.
Still if I picked up the pieces
I'd hear their soft hum—
the one shells moan for the sea—
for even then there would be places in you
still not free.

second seed
Surely women must have learned by now
never to trust fruit.
A garden is a prison earned
and there is nothing satanic, nothing sacred
about hunger.
Yet when your body curls in on itself
seduced by not-seeds that need only thirst to root
you find your lips wet
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left on your answering machineListen, okay ?
Close your eyes and listen.
Are they closed ?
Good.
Now keep them closed and picture me next to you:

I want to be with you so much. When you're with me, holding me in your arms, all I want to do is just stay like that, with you, forever. Then you leave. And as soon as you're gone, I miss you. And when I miss you, as pathetic as this sounds, I just keep thinking about you. And I realise that you could probably have anyone you want. And I wonder why you'd ever settle for me. And this makes angry and jealous and hate myself and just ugh. I don't want to be your burden. You see, whenever I talk to somebody as much as left on your answering machine3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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30 sad quotesSad Quotes

~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.

~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.

~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".

~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.

~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?

~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.

~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.

~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
30 sad quotes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,
Don’t even think that.

I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
like me
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
You’re stupid,
You’re worthless,
You’re pathetic.
A freak!
Why are you so mean
to me?
To you!?
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.

Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
I have?

Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
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