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SmileI'm no rapper
No physical scrapper
I'm a spoken word poet
Trying to let you know it
I've got rhyming style
Making a minute last a mile
Just to see you smile
It might take some time
But it's worth my while
Unbend your spine
Relax and let go
Overtake the flow
Don't fidget, midget
Don't fall, tall
Don't cry, fly
Don't sorrow
Here comes tomorrow
Flying on the wings of yesterday
Didn't I say
Smile
Make this poem
Worth my while?

'Just Fun'Young girls; their heads are messed up.
Manipulated but you compensated
by getting dressed up.
You stare into the mirror
but you're never good enough?
Layers of cosmetics
but you still look rough?
A slave to fashion, you gave your passion
for a bit of popularity.
Feeling satisfaction?
Empty bottles are reality
releasing your 'insanity'
but you're sobering now
and you know of your fallacy.
Twelve to fifteen, nothing really changed.
Sacrificing femininity, potential down the drain...
As nasty as it sounds, you 'matured' into a wench
and while you carry on, girls like me pretend
that the world will be better in years to come.
But how will that h

who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul

blue, white, grey and ironyit's ironic when i realize
you
used to be the boy who brought
colour
to my life when i lived a life of blues, whites and greys.

and now you're the only man
who brings me so low that i drowndrowndrown
for hours/days/even weeks, and can't come back up.

is it just my mistakes?
or is there more to this low..?

it's you i see
in that crooked half-grin
on a stranger's face.

it's you i hear
in the lyrics of those songs
i listen to.

it's you i see
in the way that friend
swaggers.
or the way he acts.

i adore his personality,
because i see
you.

but you refuse to see me.

ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.

Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.

In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.

But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.

HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.

I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.

No,

I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.

I am the monster
that self-destructs
cathartic, beautiful.

I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,

by choice.

I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.

No,

I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.

You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.

My core is my heart
my gift
my fault.

I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --

and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
nothing more,

JealousyI am happy she is gone

Is that wrong, I don’t know

I’m not sure I still want you

But you are mine alone

I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
but interrupted.

i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shine

Delusions and IllusionsDelusions and illusions
Are our best friends,
The only things we can retain
When we're left to fend
For others, for ourselves
For the good of all we have
To save ourselves from the abyss
Which will one day drive us mad.

Perception and deception
Are mortal enemies
In the battle for survival
As only one can breed
To keep us safe in our bubbles
In which we've grown to live
So showing one the truth
Is an act one can't forgive.

And in a sense, no innocence
Can stand the test of time
Even though we are immune
For most of our selfish lives
For even though we don't accept it
The truth is always there
So discard, once more,

My $.25Gumballs sliding over unadulterated glass
Passing and chunk chunk
Sound of more weird wisdom
Chewing on marbles lost
It's not the color you want anyway
Chunk chunk on you try
Three, five, seven sugary slipshod
Past an unflappable metal gate
It's not the mind you'd cry to

ElementsIce will freeze the river
Lava will cool the shadows
Ghosts will ride the winds
Storm will duel with thunder

Who will win,nobody knows
There could be a tie, would it matter though?
Each a special element
Insisting to fight
When the dust clears would earth be all right?

Natural elements can turn bad rather quick
Would we make it out safe?
How would this effect the world
All the elements dueling?

Would a winner be found
Or would there be none?
The elements are equally powerful
That much is true
If this fight ever happend
How would it effect you?

Ur eyes shine like the forth oUr eyes shine like the forth of the July the color splashs wanting to leave white out of the picture ur eyes are beautiful there not pitiful ur eyes are all u need for being beauitiful

Starved For Wheat Starved For Wheat
(A poem for everyone with gluten intolerance)

I must look awful strange, sipping tea and staring at all the cakes and cookies piled high in
Convenience stores and coffee shops.
It's plain to see I'm starved for wheat,
And that I'm silently cursing my tantalizing lot in life.

Because, it's not fair ... that I have to sit and starve on salad,
While watching family and friends feast and feed to their hearts' content,
And amuse myself by dreaming of de

Strongeryou are stronger then this,
i think to myself,
as i lay down my head to sleep,
i close my eyes and think happier thoughts,
and yet somehow the memories get to me,
the tears fall effortlessly down my face,
gently, stealthily sneaking from my eyes,
and transform into crystals,
they shine and sparkle in the light,
and whisk me swiftly off to sleep,
a gentle motherly voice whispers in my ear,
you are stronger then this

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Summer's Secret: The Vampire Sickness

by *thomasbisbee, Dec 7, 2012, 10:23:37 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

_{I'm sitting in a hot bed delirious with a cold. If I could see my throat it would be burgundy red like a summer's sunset around 8 o'clock. I'm too sick to to play today.}

A summer breeze is my sweet dream
when the season's shower is a monsoon bath
and I'd rather burn in nature's wrath than be dirty
so scorch me tan yeah I can live with that.

_{Got some breezers but this is getting worse. Anything on TV?}

Find a cool anime reason,
this test is just a machine,
so skip the bad news season like
Dracula teasing a girl to eat her,
or maybe me hopefully
Hey I'd like to be that bat & an live eternally.

_{I can't even tell what movie this is? Maybe Blade with Snipes. It's hard to eat this sandwitch when I keep falling asleep.}

Factory poisons!
Blood fume baths!
Satisfaction season!
Give me a tsunami please!

_{Some other movie is on. I drag myself to the bathroom and splash freezing tap water on my face. I'm awake enough to watch this for a while.}

Toxic mosquitoes swarmin' in my summer picnic
and my bike has a flat tire.
I can't run from Dracula I'm too tired
and my bike has a flat tire.
I turned on anime but uh no on came The Wire.

_{I'm dreaming I think. Hard to tell.}

But the test is just a machine;
Freud's mechanical dream,
and when I wake up
it's summer season.

_{Try and focus... Is the TV on... hot & cold. Pennywise the Clown.}

Dracula said "you gotta getta guitar"
and play across this world, near and far
cross my way no scratch that cross
Because I'm a vampire and it truly does burn
I can't tell the truth but I'll state these facts:
that in any country
on any land
all under the sun as best as I can
I'm gonna change history
I'm gonna change this story
I'd fly away with you
but as much as I'd like too
I'm the last of my kind
and you can't fly
my factory is gone and castles are cold
so let me follow my heart and lose old dreams
find the wizard for a heart but no old clichés
because I'll just get a stake as my just desserts anyway
so tell me what you have to say
tell me in your special way
the little things that keep you sane.

_{Same dream next scene i'm drunk on this disease.}

Criminals move alone,
criminals move with stolen hearts.
Oh yeah there was a stormy night,
vampire's delight.
Look out a black stain glass window and see Igor attacking graves!
I never said it was a pretty sight,
but sad souls in ugly bodies can still
find solace in a dark corner of their castle if there's room.
And put on music to dance too and soon
lose your bodies
but hold onto your mind,
that's the trick, vampire's grind.
I'd take you along, but I'm the last of my kind.

Summer's Secret: The Vampire Sicknessby *thomasbisbee

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

This is about someone who is sick and watching tv. The emphasis at first is more on the conscious individual who slips farther into a state of delirium while the external reality becomes difficult to interpret. Near the end I used "i'm" instead of "I'm" to reflect how weak the "I" is. I also intentionally misspelt "sandwitch".

I'm interested in hearing any comments on this because I tried to make this pleasurable to read.

I wrote this in an impressionistic style that I've been working on so if you read this & take away a feeling instead of a definite narrative then you did it right. There is a story here but it has multiple angels open to interpretation. I know what I take away from the story but it is probably going to be different than what you take away, which in turn will be different than what the next person gets out of it.