Poetry/Spoken Word Submissions

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unloved

constantly searching for something that doesn’t want to be found
waiting for the day someone picks me up and takes me away ..
what does it feel like to be loved?
broken promises.
defeat.
how am I supposed to love someone who will never love me?
Unrequited love is what I see
banging your head on the pavement wondering when you’ll be free… from self hate and denial of love.
are you?
free?
one day I will be
ready for love and all that it brings..
but for now I will continue to drown in my sorrow and soak in my pain.
how long will take, for you to find me
Again?

– Ny


Transformation.

It only happens when you are completely ready for the next step. You can tell yourself and make yourself believe that you are ready, but it will not happen until you sit down with yourself.

You think and analyze your situation, think about what would the consequences would be if it was to go left. If you can not face those consequences then you are not ready for change.

Transformation starts from within and brought out because you are literally become a whole new person. New vibe, new energy, new mindset etc.

A caterpillar will stay in its cocoon until it’s ready to fly high like the beautiful butterfly it’s meant to be. They don’t rush perfection

– Spyteful


Open…

Untouched, unexplored, unsure of what to look for you took control,

Embrace me with your masculine hands, so strong yet gentle,

I am falling in love with you,

Deep emotion, sensitivity, warm sensations, passion and ecstasy,

I crave your touch

My heart throbs when you kiss me

My legs tremble at the touch of your tongue to kiss my breasts

I lose my breath when you look me in my eyes

I feel safe in your arms, I’m impressed by the things you do, you are my inspiration

Sending vibrations, amazing zigzags traveling up and down my spine as you explore my ebony body

I am lifted into a cloud of silence as you begin to enter my gate

– crystal22clear


What is what we call love
Love…. I don’t really know much about it
Noticing the fake and real love it’s not hard to spot it
Real love is unconditional
Fake love is acceptable
Real love is something like towards your mother or blood brother
Fake love seems to be more of a bother
Real love is something you can actually feel inside
Fake love is something made up on the outside
Loving someone can be painful
Sometimes to the point where it’s unbearable
It’s many ways to define love
But one thing I know for sure is that it’s a feeling you can’t get rid of

– Spyteful


ON THE BRAIN

I’m really bad with going through with my dreams, i don’t know. I was born with water on the brain
i like the idea of it and I can go through but the effects affect my rage. I used to hate the cage I locked myself.
Being hurt doesn’t teach you lessons of perseverance or give you strength. It teaches you to how to be hurt.
Hurt from myself more than anyone else.
I need insight the way a garden needs dirt and I need books the way nouns need adjectives and verbs
I have learned that honesty can not be spoken, only perceived
I’ve been judging the way you’ve been judging me
My attitude has changed but I am still the same.
My reflections of my observations and my self esteem.
Painful and elated but I’m great again and my grin is greater. If we are speaking in measurements of inches and feet then I am in deep and I’ve found my treasure
What’s better than a internal bliss that’s forever
An unforgettable endeavor that hurts but I like the pressure.
I can love better. Fallen for oppressors and tripping over pleasure
Grateful and formulated and I am great again and I have faced my errors.
I’ve made bad decisions no excuses whatsoever
I guess I’m saying that I’d rather hurt and become clever from the familiarity than hurt then wish for clarity
There are no guarantees. Look at the levels of jealousy and poverty
Susceptible to mockery but what’s a satire without stupidity.

– virtuoso


DESPERATE

I’m dying , can’t you tell ?
Little by little my memories leave me.
The ones I’m trying to hold on to the most are the ones of you .
The ones that hold your kiss which stained my soul forever.
The ones that are filled with your warm embrace .
Even the one where you left .
The very one where you carved your way out my heart ,slicing thru veins . Using them as strings to tie a boulder of pain to my ankles as you pushed me in the ocean of depression, watching me drown .
The very memories that gave my this illness.
I’m dying….
because I drank way too much and tried to blow the misery away with cigarette smoke.
Now the cancer is killing me .
And I’ve been asked do I believe in angels or what do I see after death .
Truth is the only angel I’ve ever known was you and I’ve been dead since you left .
But doctors say my body is dying and they told me to write to keep from being engulfed in fear.
So here I am , attempting to do something “good” but I’m failing at that too.
I’m not a writer . I’m simply a dying 21 year old with a broken heart, two bad kidneys and even worse lungs .
I guess if you ever read this I want you to know that even though after you left I went thru hell .
I would do it all over again just to fall in love with twice . I’m not desperate for life or a cure for the cancer . I’m desperate for even just a moment with you again. I’m desperate to stretch the memories I had with you into the cosmos making those short moments live eternally . I’m desperate for time to relive them . I’m desperate for you not to forget me …
Please don’t forget me
Because my wishes and my hopes along with everything else this life held for me will die along with my body.

– WONDERBOY


My mine is tiredT of me

You can’t run away from confrontation.
The feelings never voiced, are the ones that destroy you
You can’t be afraid of progression, the fear of others mockery will latch in place
Writing the ugliest of truths always felt safe
Now it just feels like a waste
I know you were that puppet too
Doing what was expected instead of what passions flooded you
After a hundred times of disappointing yourself, you’d think you’d had enough
Stop running away from confrontation.
Your mind is trying to tell you it’s reached its limitations.
It wants to be happy too

– virtuoso


4th Avenue and Main

I’ve been told I drink too much .
They say I’m trying to drown my misery and pain in the bitter taste of the booze.

They say that what I’m doing is destroying myself and that being at this bar on 4th avenue and main is me sentencing myself to a personal hell .

Truth is I’m not trying to drown anything , I don’t want to forget or to heal from anything because that means I’ll forget her and I’ll heal the wounds that she left behind. And those are my only reminders that what I felt was real once.

I drink because it distorts my perception of reality I’m able to be anyone , hopefully one good shot will turn me into the person she really wanted all along .

But for now I’ll do my best to be a musician and play the blues from the heart strings she pulled. I’ll be a mirror broken so when I pick up the pieces to view myself I’ll bleed every time.

I’m afraid when I’m sober . Sobriety reminds me that there’s plenty of fish on the sea and that love will come again. Screw that ! I rather sail dead waters and have my heart removed from my chest than to ever have her replaced . I drink to keep her close. I taste her kiss within the sweetness of the rum. I feel her from the warmth of the whiskey .

This isn’t a bar on 4th avenue and Main , it’s simply my residence on memory lane .

– WONDERBOY



My promise

God sent us a blessing that blessing got taken away, busy getting distracted from what’s was in front of my face, my eyes used to be teary, now they’re dreamy, I’m rubbing down Stephanie whilst I’m kissing on Mary, something so cheap not many can afford it, back to the story let me tell you what’s important, this blessing,

I could never take it for granted, you’ll realise when it’s too late but never let it get to that point where, you have have no control this could place you in the worst position,

anything I held I made sure I found the balance, this isn’t a joke I spent a year in a circus, talking one to one where shit would get personal, mentally, we were all over the stage, this love for each other will always remain, if we’re being honest, I would do all over, everything I know now,

I will be hoping for the best, I’ll make sure God sees I’m grateful, like here son you deserve this blessing, blessed us with a princess,

I’m on my knees every night, with my queen by my side and our little princess laying down on the bed, she’s so cute,

I don’t have much time here, sorry baby daddy’s gonna have to leave you alone with mommy, God gave me you, promise I’m gonna keep my promise,

I will see you someday baby girl I mean that, mommy loves you’re a daughter of queen, this is something you must always remember, if you wanna stay successful in this life of richness, Gods timing, really need to see outside that frame [] look after mommy she’s gonna need you more than ever, I promised I will be your guardian angel, I weren’t around to bless you with a little brother, someone to play with or be your father figure, you’re smart, you’ll understand the decision I had to make, I weren’t around to see make wishes on your birthdays, it hurts putting mommy through whole lot, can’t wait to see you, you’ve grown up smile so precious, you still got that attitude, now you got mom questioning, what would her daddy do? pack his things and leave wasn’t an option, I was scared when she said she’d put you up for adoption, mommy can’t function out watering the plants,

only time I get to see you is when your pictures in my palms, I know we’re both young and mommy wanted to have fun, having a baby at this age wasn’t exactly as we planned, everything was so perfect on paper, imagine this, couple months later, I’m rubbing on her belly listening to your heartbeat, you’re kicking on her tummy, you’re happy to see your daddy,

now I have you laying on chest, burping you until you fall asleep,

I know they’re steady trynna find a breakage, like a robber in the night they’re trynna break in, my love for you was secure since mommy had her morning sickness,

this daddy daughter bond they’ll never break it,

you’re good with your words as well, very articulate only 3 years of age yet so resilient,

mind of your own mommy raised you as a princess, mommy might be strict she’s just teaching you discipline.

– pherocious


My spumoni ice cream
Lips pink
Skin brown
Eyes green
Flavorful to me
Soothes me
Cool to touch
Warm to feel

– orangemoon


She was only 15

her mother kicked her out

you know where this leads

either she becomes a drug addicted

sleeping rough on the street

or have a stranger prey on her

like a predictor’s meal

if she was your daughter

go ahead tell me how would you feel

you wouldn’t feel nothing

you quickly walk past her everyday

she kindly asked you for some change

so she could get up out the rain

maybe find somewhere safe

where she can wash herself and lay

but the devils walking with you

so your soul is not blame

 

Broken marriage

years later

on your way home

you saw the same girl

But this time she’s looking kinda different

her face was full of bruises like she’s been beaten

and you know what that feels like

your marriage was abusive

throughout your whole childhood yeah you’ve been mistreated

your father always told you

go to room and take your clothes off

You didn’t know along the way

she experienced something similar

told her mother what happened and

that’s why kicked her out

 

On that night

you tell me

maybe it would’ve gotten worst

if he never left the room

and her phone wasn’t in her purse

and she never reported

seeing fire coming directly

from a house across the road

her father would’ve tied her up

yeah she lied but that could’ve saved her life

she could’ve been 15 and pregnant

homeless with her father’s child

but that doesn’t bother you

 

because you know she isn’t family

You chose your life over your daughters

how could you look her in the face

and say you wish you had an abortion

in times when you need your family

it feels like you have no one

its been 9 years since you kicked her out

and she’s never seen you since

apart from when she asked for some change

she was sitting by the bins

that was your little girl there

she was asking for your help

once again

you proved to her you’re nothing but a selfish mother

how could you trust a man

you’ve only known for over a year

over your own daughter

I swear sometimes life isn’t fair

you didn’t even recognise her

when you looked at her face

and saw all the bruises and blood in her hair

after all these years loneliness arrived

you’re slowly dying inside

its been eating you alive

– pherocious


New Endings

There’s this tightness in my chest
I think my heart needs rest.
giving my time to the wrong people
maybe it was all just a test.
The pain that I’ve endured was like no other. I never thought my life would take a turn like this; Now I’m stuck with
-no one-
I should’ve known not to put my faith in those who have none.
I have to leave you behind.
I do not need you and I never will
so Please do not look for ny.
If you want to find her
look in your memories.
I do not exist in your universe anymore.

– Ny


Im losing money and my mind
I cant sleep knowing there may not be a place where i can rest my head soon
I lay awake
I stress
I cry
A lot
I cant sleep knowing i may not have a way to get to school
I cant sleep knowing i might have to quit
All because of money
I cant sleep
Im scared
Money

 – orangemoon


gaps between his teeth
like missing information
do he love me too
like i do too
is he orange like me
sometime blue
he shine like i do
different too
Made for each other?
Us two

– orangemoon


Hell is a place where the mind can go
Nightmares exist before eyes are closed
Fear has a home inside my soul
Memories hold me captive and won’t let go

Love is a place where I feel warm
A blanket from the coldness, shelter from the storm
Your arms an escape, if only for a while
A reminder of how good it feels to smile
Beauty is a gift, a curse just the same
Perfection a demon that knows my name
Obsession a prison from which I can’t break free
Anxiety a thief with my identity

But where am I? Hell is not my home
Surrounded by love I still feel alone
Lost in a place I don’t want to be
Waiting for someone to help me find me
Maybe some day I’ll be set free ..

– AL


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