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The Power of Wordsa gentle whisper on the wind,
carries across nations,
through homes and across cultures,
a simple play on speech pulling heart strings,
a gentle rhythmic lull in your ear,
even the sweet sound of silence calls to you,
"a pictures worth a thousand words",
yet a single word can tell infinite stories,
end wars,
bridge cultures,
and unite families,
a single word may change the world,
as can the neglect to say it,
a single word but once uttered,
can span the vast flow of time,
and carry on into eternity,
words speak to the soul,
and connect people in remarkable waysThe Power of Words3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Witch's BrewBubble bubble
toil and trouble
eye of newt
its the witching hour.

Its the witching hour
where the witches
are in a gitty mood
making new potions.

A dash of frog's lips
scale of dragon
wings of a gremlin
stir them all into a cauldron.

Witches just love making potions
they got so many viels on their shelves
you can find all that you seek
at the witch's cottage.

Make your true love fall for you
there's a love potion that'll do the trick
want to be a few inches taller
there's a growth potion to help with that
just be careful not to drink it all
that is if you want to be a giant.

Witches love the time of hour
making their potions with wickWitch's Brew4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Death's True KissYou fall in love with a ghost
And dream yourself an island
You take me for a home
But cast and torn apart

Fill me up with a whisper
Take me for a friend
Dead or alive
It all comes to end

Those visions I've seen
Oh, so many times
See me in dream
That only comes to life

You've known me before
So know me again
Like the diamond you once been
Light and inflamed

Slice me with silence
Shed tears of mud
Fill me my requiem
Take me for none

Outcast and dethroned
I will still hold my ground
Forbidden and alone
I too will brake down

No matter my saviour
Hold with dead lips
Those words that I whisper
Death's true kiss

With love there you fight mDeath's True Kiss2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Living :Conest Entry:To say man is sinful, doesn't seem to quite say it.
Because all that brings to mind is blasphemers, fornicators, God-haters--all of us.
But to say man is dead, is all the more accurate
Because a corpse can't feel sympathy, it can't hear cries for help.
It tastes not, hears not, handles not, it becomes as lifeless as the very idol it worshipped.
No, to say man is sinful doesn't seem to quite say
Because he who identifies as a cadaver can't hope to know who he really is.
That's why my endeavors are heavenly, and my ID is "Living Among the Dead" Because I know Christ gave me life so I could feel your pain even though find it pleasurable,
To seLiving :Conest Entry:3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Who I amWho I Am

&

Who I Want To Be,

are so far away from each other it hurts.Who I am4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Twerping Birdies

I. not a morning person

Twerping birdies, chorping away at the day
As if I were supposed to be awake
At the crack of noon.

Cheerful construction workers obliterate
The restful silence, encouraged, perhaps,
By the bad example of the twerping birds.

There's plenty of rest for the wicked,
But none at all for me; let the early bird
Gorge itself on wormy guts for all I care.

II. insomnia blues

like unto the gentle, polyphonic susurration of the wind
through the leaves of the sibylline vuvuzela tree,
the evocative, resonant, goldurned whiny two-stroke
of the kargyraa engine of progress that powers
the early morning hunting call
of the oveTwerping Birdies5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

vengeance for injusticea mother she cries
cries at the war
now she waits
waits for the call
of the soldiers orders to kick down her door
vengeance she took filled with hate
for her husband and child who couldn't be saved
now she's locked in a cell
she buried her son
they put her through hell
but it's okay the rich man wonvengeance for injustice5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

cirque de nuitanfangs ein rauschen am nachthimmel
so geschehen vom flattern der wimpel im

halbdunkel und dem klagenden streichton einer
singenden säge.

genommen und versteckt
verloren und gefallen

und ein riss der das zurückkommen
nicht möglich macht.

ein bild unter glas
getrübt - verhangen wie weisses Metall.

( hast du das licht vergessen- hast du?)

die leine baumelt mechanisch
am hilflosen arm.

ein atmen - stockend und menschlich fast
(etwas pocht herzähnlich)

ein raunen geht durch unsichtbare reihen
enttäuschend wie ein sprung ohne boden.

verlierst du dich verlierst du mich auch
und haben wir schon uns beide verlocirque de nuit5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Ugly TruthI'm not a miracle worker,
I'm not superwoman,
I'm a broken, 17 year old girl, who has no idea where shes going in life.

And I'm scared.The Ugly Truth6 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

LEAVE ME ALOUNEI've said this once
I've said this twice
leave me alone or pay
the price. I've said this
three times I've said it four
NOW LEAVE ME ALUN BEFOR I SHUT
YOUR FINGERS IN THE DOORLEAVE ME ALOUNE11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Grand Ball for FoolsI keep bashing my head against this same goddamn wall,
over and over again,
I let myself fall,
and I can't even fight,dear
I can't even crawl,
because your hands in my chest,
keep making my heart stall,
and i won't ever die, dear,
even though the reaper stands near and tall,
I'll always be your pretty little puppet,
although when you're bored of this my name you won't recall,
so i'll be cast away like a bag in the breeze,
And i'll perish finally of the hate you forced me to install,
with my last breath I'll still curse you
-no myself.
For I knew since the beginning that this waltz wasn't worth my pain at all.Grand Ball for Fools1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

GunshotOne bullet
The gun is loaded
Pointed at my head
Will you pull the trigger?Gunshot1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Hell is...I have been to hell
I HAVE been to hell
And I can tell you
that after death
there may be a heaven
but there isn't a hell.
Because hell
hell is here.
Hell is sitting in a cubicle
crying, during lunchbreak
when the devils
are your classmates
Hell is the back of a classroom
choosing someone for groupwork
when the devil
is in your partner's smirk
Hell is a hospital room
holding your grandfather tight
when the devil
is inside
Hell is your own room
mother, yelling at you
when the devil
is family life askew
Hell is your life
nobody loves you
when the devil
is everyone around you
But...
Hell is a moment
that will pass
all you have to do
is kick your own ass
Hell is a hideout
a protective place
when the devil
hates his own face
Hell is imaginary
created by fear
of people scared you will
be better than they areHell is...1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A Friendpeople change at a rapid pace
but i know that until the end
despite the problems we may face
in you i'll always have a friend
there's never been another you
and never will be, on this earth
so i will miss, that much is true
i love you, friend, for all it's worth
when the day comes that we must part
and we reach the end of this life-long endeavor
you'll always remain in my heart
and we'll be intertwined forever
so keep in mind as you go out
to do great things, whatever they be
that i will be here, without a doubt
you'll always have a friend in meA Friend2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The morrow has dawned, crisp aThe morrow has dawned, crisp and clear,

A new medium on which our lives shall appear

I slept and dreamed of dreams unrecalled

Like faded memories lost in fog

But those faded memories do abound

Yet in your arms my soul is re-found

Washed anew by love's hot touch

Bless my heart, I love you so much.The morrow has dawned, crisp a2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Song of the Dead (poetry)"The Song of the Dead"

The sands are falling one by one,
Can you feel them in your head?
Closer and closer the time draws near,
Can you hear the song of the dead?

A plague is due, they said;
Can you hear the song of the dead?
The sand drips faster and thicker than blood,
Don't dwell on it -- rest your head.

They eat time for breakfast,
Rest your head they said.
They'll snatch you up in your sleep,
Can you hear the song of the dead?

Gaping jowls of time,
Fears that julian and shred,
My soul may have left long ago, but
Can you hear the song of the dead?

There's too many of us, they said.
The hourglass is empty, they said.
All in which you The Song of the Dead (poetry)3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I Am RageThere are no ups to my downs
Moods like seasons yet I'm always cold
A good day is one with no blood on my hands
Yet red is the color that burns in my eyes

An itch of underlying rage that swelts
My core a fire with no intent for peace
Emotions run blank when confronted by others
Yet the desire to release feels like nature

There are pictures I see that are dark
Scenes of macabre that need to be locked away
Second guessing every touch I make
I don't trust the lit fuse that I am

A battle is always on my mind
Reality twitches with things I wish I didn't see
I cannot let go of this rage without combusting
I cannot turn away from what dissolves I Am Rage4 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Love War"war has taken your smile",
oh great and mighty soldier,
i see the bitterness in your heart,
i feel the callouses you accumulate,
across your tear streaked visage,
i see the scars a plenty,
you have fallen,
like many others on this battlefield,
for there is none more dangerous or rewarding,
just another broken heart,
in the endless war of love,
"war has taken your smile"Love War5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Sleep DeprivedHere's an update for my dreams of black,
once they were gone,
and now there back.

For days now my sleep has been deprived,
waking early,
waking loud.

Sometimes more early than i need,
1am, 2am, 3am, 4,
Life is a blur sometimes.

Now at school, sitting in class,
bored but still awake,
'won't last long, will it now? Fear i'll start to snore :3

But what causes such problems of mine?
For that i'm not quite sure.
Guilt, Stress, Blood, or Love?
I guess we'll never know.Sleep Deprived5 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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DEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3oIn this dark reality from where i cannot dream
there is no kindness
there is no caring
There is only hatred and grief
In this dark reality from where i cannot dream
I hope to dream of peace and friendship
Though i never will see that day
In this dark reality there is no escape
from the dark claws dragging you to your deathDEPRESSING POETRY TIME o3o1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The Angered PrincePeople of the second world,
hear my cry!
People of the fourth world,
hear my cry!
Admirals, Generals, Princes of our land,
Military, Mercenary, those who carry arms!
We must unite once again, to plan against the harm.
Across the peaks, through the glen
I see atop it’s walls now
it rises again.
Why must we fight?
They cry from the streets.
Behind my banner; their heart beats to the drumbeats and they charge the hoof beats.
I will march you to hell, and I will march you back.
If we can’t break this siege, we must spearhead the sure attack.
You may beg
you may plead
you can get down on one knee
but this crusade will bThe Angered Prince2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

An angelAn angel
What is an angel?
An angel is the little boy
who's head is bare
from his sickness
but he shows no despair
he hasn't lost life
only his hair
An angel is a kitten
that snuggles up to you
after a hard day
it seems to sense what you've been through
it will never judge
it's care is true
An angel is you
when you're of right heart
when noone knows what to do
there to make a start
help is needed
always take part
An angel is stuffed toy
that you tell everything
what you have done
and where you have been
always listens
never accusing
An angel is in every corner
in every space
you just have to look
in the right place
to be without angels
is never the case
An angel is a friend
whom you're happy to see
whenever you're sick
makes you a cup of tea
always there for you
you know they won't leave
An angel is the little things
the ones for you only
and the ones that you share
you'll never be lonely
if you learn to find
the big little things solely
with heart and mind
An angel is hope
an angel isAn angel2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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