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IcarusWho are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.Icarus6 years ago in Spoken Word

Death is a GentlemanDo I have a reason to fear Death?

He is kind and he's quiet,
He listens as well;
He'll drive you to Heaven,
He'll cart you to Hell.

His vest is embroidered
With little white curls
He puts flowers in His pockets
Which He gives to the girls.

He likes to eat chocolate,
(Or so I've heard)
And He keeps in a cage
a little pet bird.

His skeletal horses
Always look proper;
His wine is uncorked
and untouched by the stopper.

His shoes are so polished
You can see yourself in them,
His laces are always tied
Just below His pant hem.

His bones are quite sturdy
And never look brittle;
In fact, I have heard
He quite likes to whittle.Death is a Gentleman4 years ago in Spoken Word

Once again all alone
I suppose I must deserve it
I'm clingy and annoying
Obnoxious and dense
Rash and silly
Lazy and obsessive
Sometimes I hate myself
I want to draw people in
But only push them away
I cry so much lately
Because everything hurts
Maybe I'm not meant to be happy
I force my smile
I fake my laugh
Does anyone notice?
Does anyone care?
It's not "Like Me" to be so
Depressed? Upset? Angry?
What is 'like me'?
Someone tell me
Because I don't know myself anymore
Once again, as before
I'm all aloneDepressed6 years ago in Spoken Word

Meaning of lifeThe meaning of life

Life is beauty
Beauty can be a thing you like.
I like fish.

Thus Meaning of life is fish.Meaning of life3 years ago in Spoken Word

Barefoot   Today I ran barefoot. It's the only way to run. You don't know freedom until you've run without shoes. Without soles weighing you down. Or laces tying you back. Run without inhibitions.

   Today I ran down hills and across busy streets. Feet pounding against hot asphalt. Running through cool, damp, grass. Balancing on curbs. And jogging along walls .

   Today I ran down crowded sidewalks, shoes in hand, not returning glances. Silent questions hang heavy in the air. They watch me as I make my way down the street. I zig-zag past trash bins and over recycle bins. The hurdles of city life.

Barefoot4 years ago in Spoken Word

Description of a PoemThoughts on paper,
Emotions in ink.
Verse that shows
What the artist may think.

Not just words
That rhyme or not.
It's a writer's emotion,
Their deepest thought.

To write great poetry
So deep and true,
It must come from emotions
Deep inside of you.

What you feel is what you write.
It helps to let it all out.
It's the perfect outlet
For those who don't scream and shout.

Do not be afraid
To let the world know.
Say what you think,
And let your emotions go.Description of a Poem6 years ago in Spoken Word

Pixie Dust and Fairy TalesLife is not always rainbows,
With pots of gold to be found,
Life is often madness,
In which we can only drown

Life is not perfect,
It forces us often to our knees,
Life is like candy,
It is sometimes bittersweet

Life is not always wonderful,
So many things can go wrong,
But it can be so, so beautiful,
With a joyous, radiant song

Life can leave us angry,
Leave us bitter, leave us worn,
And with so many paths to choose,
Sometimes we feel torn

Life has no magic pixie dust,
To make all things right,
And so we lose ourselves in fairy tales,
To ward away our fright

Life should be about living,
But sometimes it's passion is deniPixie Dust and Fairy Tales4 years ago in Spoken Word

A Great Artist...A Great Artist

A Great Artist is not someone who gets the Attention
It is not about the Shock and Awe
What really does it mean to be a great artist?
The Answer is within Every Person's Creations

Putting the most Effort into every piece of art
The Determination to never give up
To be Honest and Hard Working
Practice to amplify ones Ability

A great artists is more then Pencil and Paper
It takes Heart, Determination, and Pride
To put a whole being into the art
To work beyond the limits of what they were told

Taking time to give friendly Critique
Learning how to Improve Ones Skill
To be a part of the Community
To BA Great Artist...7 years ago in Spoken Word

A Soul's PassingPlace me not, within this ground
To hear no more, a mortal sound
Encumbered by earth, a twisted soul
Covered by death, in this devils hole

I scream, I cry, to no avail
A pity screech, a desperate wail
In this wretched place I be
No more to hear, no more to see

All mourners turn and walk away
Interned in darkness and forced to stay
This knoll is now my resting place
Dried tears are etched upon my face

Six feet under is now my home
No more to wander, no more to roam
A stone is laid upon my head
My body blanketed with a flower bed

Please visit me, although I'm gone
Our bodies wither, but the soul lives on
In hearts oA Soul's Passing4 years ago in Spoken Word

To Dream.Your dream is placed within your heart
To grow with you and never part
Until the day that you will see
Where all your dreams became reality..To Dream.4 years ago in Spoken Word

A Lover's Touch.......A scent, a smell, perfumes so sweet
A touch, a taste,  when lips will meet
A sound, a song,  a tune to sing
Such beauty will our senses bring

The mind accepts where the heart will lead
And follows once we plant the seed
Of love and trust and patience made
To build upon the plans being laid

An innocence nurtured so fresh and new
As pure and eager as morning dew
To greet with joy the rising sun
The birth of life has just begun

A word,  a smile,  a sound we make
The touch of souls of which we take
A moment in time for memories seen
Of who we are to where we've been

In life and love we'll jA Lover's Touch.......4 years ago in Spoken Word

Beautiful DawnDawn, as it breaks
Will give as it takes
A moment of pleasure and pain
The warmth of the sun
To rise and be done
Setting scenes that forever remain

To sigh and to breathe
Is destined to leave
Creating a gap in lives to be had
Shedding a tear
and lost in our fear
Blaming regrets on why we are sad

Breaking a heart
Then tearing apart
The solace in which we are placed
Clawing our skin
To begin yet again
Begging for love in ultimate haste

Take pity on me
See more than you see
Give me courage to keep moving on
It is but a game
To lay all the blame
On love that is broken and gone

Shaking my head
Of lost faith and dread
AndBeautiful Dawn3 years ago in Spoken Word

Mixed MessagesIt scares me to think that just in a blink
Our life,  as it is,  could be gone
As strong is my heart, it could still fall apart
And here I could stand all alone

The sky although blue, has a darkening hue
And will rain with so many tears
The smile on my face, leaves a sneer in its place
Still hiding my stifling fears

Flowers will not bloom,  in a closeted room
For the light is needed to grow
Though memories so dark and feelings are stark
On the winds of change,  they do blow

You see I do feel, what once was so real
But is gone,  as the days do end
Love me please as I sing, like a Mixed Messages4 years ago in Spoken Word

DragonsIn my dreams I ride on dragons
Of fire and dew, blood-red
And pure white. In my dreams
I have the confidence to love my body,
But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it
And in the way They want it
As They want others. I am
Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment.
I do not compete endlessly with those
Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding
Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I,
We soar through clouds made of the souls lost
To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond
The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers
With words carved into them,
Words I cannot read from this distance. We
flyDragons7 years ago in Spoken Word

TortureSometimes torture is physical,
It is being pinned against the wall by the bully,
It is being spat on. It is being laughed at.
It is going home and washing the rotten food out of your hair
And the tears from your face.

Sometimes torture is emotional,
It is being ignored by your family,
It is being used by your friends. It is abuse.
It is curling up in bed at night and crying into your pillow
To muffle the sound.

Sometimes torture is mental.
It is self-inflicted and ties you in knots,
It is insanity. It is fear.
It is running when you have nowhere to go and hiding
Behind something that won't cover you.

All torture is pain. Torture6 years ago in Spoken Word

Stupid Poem - by Vegeta

Stupid Poem!

Arrg…you! first of all know this,
I never wanted to write this thing.
As far as I’m concerned,
I’d rather be off alone training.

But unfortunately for me,
I owe your friend a favor.
That arrogant little fool,
Even said to watch my behavior.

Well – you should know right now,
That’s not going to happen friend.
You’re going to end up dead,
When I finally stab you with this pen!

And not only will I stab you,
I’ll blast you with all that I’ve got!
Still – with my amazingly rotten luck,
I’ll be stopped by that idiot Kakarot.

The incessant jabbering from that clown,
Is Stupid Poem - by Vegeta5 years ago in Spoken Word

AbusedDaddy hits,
Mommy screams,
Brother stabs,
And Sissy cleans.

And soon as she’s done,
It starts all over again,
Guns are shot,
And you bleed,
You can’t trust anyone it seems.

You’ll go to the hospital,
They’ll mend your heart,
But when you come home,
It will fall apart.

You never even have time to go to the bathroom,
Or enjoy the life you’ve been given,
Because as soon as you walk through the door,
The torture starts,
And you’re falling apart.

Someday it will end,
Your broken heart shall be mend,
They’ll pay for the pain caused,
And you will not be abused anymore.Abused5 years ago in Spoken Word

Hope Eternal..Look in the mirror, what do I see
Staring right in front of me
A body with no where to go
Pain so raw, a need to know

Time is fleeting, gone so fast
Wanting more, it will not last
A second, a minute or just a day
A month, a year or come what may

Joy is found and then is gone
A memory made within a song
We see, we saw and then is spent
A glimpse in life is all that's meant

Place the sun, the wind and rain
Within your senses to play again
To feel and touch and be as one
No day complete unless it's done

Feel the love there is to give
Without of which we cannot live
Needed like a breath of air
It's truest form, so very raHope Eternal..4 years ago in Spoken Word

It's A Game, A Dance, A SongIt's a game really, with each of us playing our part
I'll hide, try and find me if you care
You ask the questions and I'll dodge around the answers
Cat and mouse, catch me if you can

It's a dance really, back and forth we will flit about
Never settling in one spot too long
We've danced this dance so many times, know every move
Each step is so carefully placed

It's a song you know, each of us a different note
Each just another chord on the guitar
It's when the notes come together that the magic happens
They're no longer a sound but musicIt's A Game, A Dance, A Song4 years ago in Spoken Word

Whispers in the WindLife goes on midst whispers in the wind
Of where I'm going to and where I've been
All secrets stored in the memories made
The hello's said and goodbye's bade

Of friends once found and then to lose
In choices found and then to choose
Seldom seen of what is crystal clear
To haunt us yet within our fear

Of loneliness and the loveless still
To mask our pain against our will
A scent of purpose instils us yet
with courage and hope to see us let
us open our hearts to what is good
Our souls as spiritual as they should
Place us where we are meant to be
Amongst the glades of serenity

Each day a trial and triumph will
Beget of those witWhispers in the Wind4 years ago in Spoken Word

osteolysisvela has summer inside of her
bones and they are breaking
open for us and that's all we
really need to know about
vela.

*

summer says vela i do not like it
here, it is too cold for me. we turn
our pockets inside out and tell
vela what to do with our dream dust.
she says okay and cremates clocks
and assigns days colors like dried tobacco
or necrophilia or lice. (orange, black and
white.)

we get jealous of the pretty things
she does with our dream dust
and tell her to give it back.
she says no. (hell no.)
we make her scrub our floors
with the calluses on her hands
while we steal her brand of
emphysema.

*

we watch televosteolysis3 years ago in Spoken Word

Sweet Surrender

A touch as soft as an Angels sigh
Caresses as pure as heart and soul
Sweet surrender with trust and no foreboding
Ever-lasting tenderness a gift so precious and rare
Warm lips and gentle fingertips
A life in the palm of one's hand

The Past placed in a memory box
filled with softness, smiles and tears
The Present written on pages of sunshine, the wind and rain
The Future seen in Dreams with anticipation, pure wonder and Hope
Wanting and needing but forever seeking
The secrets of what lies ahead

Temptations placed along the path
Of life and death and dread
Struggling with the fear of failing and feeling way too much
Tomorrows agoSweet Surrender5 years ago in Spoken Word

Moments Passed

In summer's ray or Winter's breeze
Gives me hopes of which to seize
For I believe, I am left behind
Once so lost, but now to find
A place to feel that I belong
To hum in praise, a bird's sweet song

My life, it seems is at its end
A tree in wind, will always bend
The sun will give us warmth and light
but still it sleeps in dead of night
My time has given memories sweet
To those I love and chanced to meet

We fade in shadows, to those who grow
Once forgotten, as we did know
That time is fair but often cruel
To those who treat life as a fool
Regret and misery, in moments passed
Go yet more swiftly, and much too fast

IMoments Passed4 years ago in Spoken Word

Cry not for the flower that once was
Or the way of nature or just because
For you see it is this life we seize
Our aim to be or just to please

The struggle of each day that comes
So hard or simple is the bee that hums
His tune as he works all day
We fight within to find our way

I know it has been said before
That how we live defines our core
Our very being is who we are
As sure that near is just as far

We laugh and cry and often say
That life is better when we pray
For all the others and not for us
To learn to give and share the trust

We need to see and not be blind
Of what is pure and who is kind
To give in moments when&#Tomorrow4 years ago in Spoken Word

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