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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 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word

GirlI look into your eyes and all I see are burning stars/
I run my hands through your hair, and you touch on all my battle scars/
You put your lips to my cheek and now I'm blasting off to ******* Mars/
All I see now is your face as I write these clearly ratchet bars/
I feel like a super hero when you hold my hands/
Going on and on about your job and shit that you can't stand/
I smile and I nod, your voice takes me through the promised land/
No it doesn't bug me/
That same voice says you love me/
And I promise on my promise, ride tonight you won't be lonely/
24 hours in a day that's a science fact/Thats how many time I think about you girl, imagiGirl2 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Rflessione n. 5-Guerra e pace, bene o maleRIFLESSIONI

Riflessione n°5

Guerra e pace, bene o male

La guerra è il respiro della massa,
la pace è il respiro del singolo.

Cio’ che definisce se è la massa o il singolo a primeggiare nella società
è l’ obiettivo della guerra o della pace;
quest’ obiettivo può esprimere buona o cattiva intenzione.

Di conseguenza:
- la pace non corrisponde al bene;
- la guerra non corrisponde al male.

Per cui:

- la pace può essere benigna o maligna;
- la guerra può essere benigna o maligna.Rflessione n. 5-Guerra e pace, bene o male4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

A N-24APHORISMS-AFORISMI

APHORISM NUMBER 24-AFORISMA NUMERO 24:

War is the breath of the mass,
Peace is the breath of the single.

La guerra è il respiro della massa,
la pae è il respiro del singolo.A N-245 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

CrimsonI am a crimson drop
Falling,
Reaching for a whiter cold

I am a crimson tear drop
Falling,
Waiting for a purer ground

I am her crimson tear drop
Falling,
Reaching,
Waiting
For a whiter cold,
For a purer ground,
To end me,
To embrace me
To be the snowy blood beneath her head.Crimson5 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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How you wish to have lived likHow you wish to have lived like me.
Knowing what i have seen.
How you wish to dream like me.
Knowing i dream horror story's
How you wish to feel like me.
Knowing i feel little to nothing
How you wish so much to see feel hear and think like me
Knowingly you are not me and incapable of such things.
Yet you try and try to understand you have failed and now you left again.
I am a human like you i am living like you i am breathing like you..
The difference is i choose what i do..
And that is why you wont ever understand me.
For you are and always will be a following sheepHow you wish to have lived lik8 hours 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 injustice9 hours 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 nuit10 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

in the golden sunset of yesterin the golden sunset of yesterday
i saw something that haunts me this this day
i saw past and presence merge into one
i saw the the strange road before me beconing me to come in the golden sunset of yester21 hours 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 Truth21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Have a drink on meHave a drink on me.

-I look at the world through hazy eyes
I drink in the morning it helps to believe the lies
it's a broken system but they don't listen
have another drink
sign on the line

don't read the small print they don't want you to thinkHave a drink on me1 day ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Rapping to the HIS TOR RAY!We're here in England and laying down a beat
We're rapping to the rennisance and it's feeling so sweet
The reformation is screwin da church
And for Martin Luther the church lost the search
Humanism starts to spark some eyes
And Christian Humanism reaches for the skies
Petrarch warned against ignorig history
which is the only reason why we're doing this see
The Protestenants attack the catholic race
like intercepting a nuke with your face
Marco Polo traded arouund
Which helped the rennisance make a rebound
Leonardo invents and paints
His great work could out do the saints
John Gutenberg invented the press
Which led to texting that relieves our stressRapping to the HIS TOR RAY!2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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 o3o2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

One Thing Leads To AnotherOne teachers bitterness
Can lead to this
Student that's struggling in the back row
A snide comment about a test score
And their whole world
Will take a blow

Little did that teacher know
The magnitude that their actions hold
That one comment, look or eye roll
Could tear that kids whole world

That kid leaves class
Without a second glance
At the teacher who was meant to enlighten them
But broke down their confidence
And shattered them

It starts with passing giggles in the hallway
To comments in the next class that their friends made
To their parents questions at the end of the day

To the very next morning that same kid
Is late to class becauOne Thing Leads To Another2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I am the one who you fear in the back of your mind like a monster, sneaking up behind.
I am the one who is out of sight like a ghost, vanishing in the night.
I am the one who is the Angel of Death, signaling the end.
I am the one who is the sniper, pulling the trigger to seal your fate.
I am the one who you least suspect, like that cute girl you met on your first date.
I am the one who is like Nancy Drew, trailing each and every clue.
I am the one who travels the world in the blink of an eye, like Santa traveling across the sky.
I am the one who knows all the lethal moves, like a Navy Seal that will never lose.
I am the one who has little patThe Spy2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

PowerPower; something of fantasy and stories?
true will, one's own strength
this is the juice in which life breeds
demons and dimensions, chaos and fears
they have a purpose, a reason
just like tables need the chairs.

It's a riddle, no it's a rhyme
perhaps nothing more then pretentious spoutings
of a heart that is wrapped in distrust
and misguided emotions

This is a warrior and through fighting one will rise
burn out the barriers that stop!
tumble down my pretty walls, of stone that hold me captive
I am a mighty... something, I have no name to be called by
though some may use many terms for me

Power2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Evolutionnursery rhymes
I remember nursery rhymes
I was little
and chubby
with blonde hair and big eyes.
then Daffodils
bloody daffodils
I feel like everyone learned that damn poem
that was poetry when I was a little older
uncomfortable in my pinafore
wishing I was outside playing.
Adrienne rich
she was a lesbian
shocked and excited I ate her words hungrily
she was alive and angry and full of words and feeling and conflict
I was a feminist that year.
college came
so did John wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester,
pun intended,
filthy, gritty, syphilis ridden
and full of sex and lust
I was entranced and confused simultaneously
where was the romance?
where werEvolution2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

repetitionthe stuttering panic that takes over, unbidden, unnoticed, unexpected,

my brain starts panicking, racing ahead of itself
jumping from topic to topic and everything is SCREAMED
there is

no silence
no respite
only noise

noise noise noise
frantic frantic frantic
panic panic panic

It's uncontrollable
joy
ecstasy

It's inexplicable
panic
anger
excitement

All in one go

I don't know why it starts
I don't know why it stops

my brain starts doing cartwheels
and the perceived calm on my exterior is a mockery of the positive
carnival of emotions unfolding in my head.

repetition repetition repetition
noisrepetition2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

the sound of gears and stoneborn in steel and clay
rising to press back the clouds
and scattering them with a wave
of hands and arms made for
other things

the sound of gears and stone
shifting and grinding
shifting and grinding
walking towards the edge
of the world

pocked with the mark of times
when hungry beasties fed
and took me to their bed
if only in their minds
not their hearts

the horizon is never closer
and entropy betrays me
but not yet, I say,
but not yet, I say,
and I move through the night

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.the sound of gears and stone2 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

pulsecolour bashing, sounds crashing

screeching, whirring, brakes squealing

standing still, breathing deeply

traffic moving, horns beeping

lights green, red, gold

the sounds of the city getting old

air rushing, feelings touching,

passing hands, briefly brushing,

frantic noises, people rushing,

standing still, beating, pushing

close your eyes and life is passing

hold on tight, barely grasping.pulse3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

I...am not funnyI am not funny

Which sucks

I really want to be a funny person!

my dad used always tell me the secret to social success was to learn a few good jokes and deliver them well and boom you would be popular.

In hindsight I definitely see a few flaws with this plan.

It has taken me a long time to accept this unfortunate fact.

a long time.

Everyone wants to be funny.

but unfortunately, while I deliver a few seldom hilariously witty lines, they are far and few between.

I am fun, most of the time

but people aren't like to say "Oh you know Caoimhe, the funny girl"

I think I'm funny. I laugh with myself all the time.

Not at myself note. althoI...am not funny3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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