Traitor.Staring me in the face, what do I see?Traitor.18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My own little backstabber grinning at me.
Oh, and wouldn't you know it:
You're a little traitor and you're afraid to show it.
Acting sweet, delicate, and stoic;
But I know where your loyalties lie.
I know where your loyalties die.
Oh, trust me. I know.
Staring me in the face, what do I see?
Just another slut, your words pointed at me.
Oh, and wouldn't you laminate your title,
And you threaten to be suicidal.
Oh, I know all about it.
How much experience you've had on the floor;
I'll show you the door.
73 - First-AidI’ll say it now:73 - First-Aid11 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I don’t know how to save a life.
The first time I wanted to learn
how to take care of myself,
I opened a first-aid kit
hoping that it would help me
I unwrapped all of the bandages,
glanced at the packets of medicine,
and wondered if the ointment would actually work
on wounds that weren’t on the surface of my skin.
That was the same day
I learned that an antiseptic stings more than soap on
this is why we use alcohol to numb
In health class,
they taught me what to do if I ever injured myself.
Figure out what is wrong,
raise the wound to prevent bl
Three Cheers for the DispossessedIn the fading light instead of a feastThree Cheers for the Dispossessed15 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We crouch over the crumbs of each others' company.
I don't know that I expected a crowd
But there are a few stragglers here
Even though I don't know their teams or all of their names.
Before I wrote for you.
Molded my soul for your life.
In the breaking of the nighttime hours
When the sun goes red
And my heart beats faster
And I grow sluggish with incomprehension
Wondering what I was doing here in the first place
Or how I could lie to say I had this to give
Or why it ended up in the heap it did
I'm still standing but in a stupor
Looking for the next step caught among the stragglers.
And I won't write for you.
But I will write for all our sakes.
Because streaming before me is this sunset
And a thousand broken promises that I refused to call by that name.
And what little I did give broke apart anyway
In part because I failed and partly because it wasn't all mine to give
Or yours to take.
And for the past five years I've molded my life
the choices we makea man who grows up with the mindset to live and let live is at a crossroadthe choices we make3 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
he sees the dangers associated with his options but has no better course of action
hes living in a small cramped basement apartment struggling to carry the heavy load
him and his girlfriend's attraction only only strengthened by a strong interaction
but the problem is she thinks she might be pregnant and not sure if she will keep it
he knows that he has to give up his dreaming and make a true path for himself
but its hard out here and he needs a better path than nickel and diming shit
his only options go straight and risk not having enough or getting worse and risk h
Attention is a love-hate syndrome"She would be so happy," You think, "To see me smile at her."Attention is a love-hate syndrome20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You don't see the worms of anxiety you put under my skin, burrowing into my fingers, making them twist unnaturally like startled birds, pulling my shoulders around me like a blanket.
You make me ashamed to be pretty.
"I am special. She wouldn't mind if I touched her. It's *me*, after all."
You can't see the hate-marks you leave in my skin, the deep-seated shame carefully installed to let me know I am sullied because another man has touched me, and how steep the slippery slope is.
You make me scared to be pretty.
(My sister once told me I needn't worry about rape because I am too
LSDLLSD21 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lovely rainbow tape lightning
And cherry soda rain
The thunder of their laughs
Numbing the pain
Skies made of honey
Dirt made of pixie sticks
Oceans of Fanta
As their songs begin to mix
Dancing to the lullaby of a dawn since past
Waking to a bed of candy and kin
Realization of what happened hits
To wake to a world where the drugs always win