This one goes out for all the hip-hop heads, men with dreads, the guys on the street pumping lead.
The guys who need rhyme to be fed, or those who just show off their bread.
Those who listen for beats, either instrumental or the echo from ones chest.
For those who listen to fly, get up and lift up their frowns to those who listen just so they will not drown and
those who dance in ballrooms wearing evening gowns.
Those who blare it past 11, or hum it beneath soft breaths, we all have the same heart beating in our chests.
Music does not define you, but it can guide you, keep your mind and heart satisfied too and i am obliged to,
teach you the ways of this Thunder and being for if you can look deep into the core meanings, you can sense true
art in their thesis.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
I feel so hollow because I've had so long to wallow
So they say sing for the moment and sing for the years, even though all I'm left with is a bunch of salty tears
That pool on my cheek and seem to grow with each passing week
I'm trying so hard to get out of this hell
it's like falling down some deep ugly well
And it's so hard to stop feeling this way
when every single person I try to talk to about it says
"Well, maybe it will improve the next day."
So maybe I'll just lay down until I have no movement and wait until the day comes that I see some ******* improvement.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
They tell me to wipe the dirt off my shoulders,
I put there myself with the shovel in my hands,
Stuck digging a hole, deeper every passing day,
Because I can't get around these boulders.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
High school heartbreak,
Won't be nothin' but a dull ache,
Once you find the one that's worth the wait:
Soulmate.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Just an outlet? I think not.
More like a window to my soul,
if you would care for a peek.
Stay for awhile, its cold outside
and I could use the company.
Snowflakes dance around,
distracting,
glistening,
silently.
I open the door and welcome you inside,
"Take your shoes off and make sure you get the snow off, I don't like to track that in here."
Though there are no tracks, no rails or paths.
But please, come inside.
It gets so lonely in the winter.
The windows become cold to the touch
and the hearth's embers flicker.
Throw on another log, and watch the sparks
Just be careful not to scratch the paint.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Black stains,
a broken pen.
I guess I will shread another page,
instead of shedding blood.
****
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Love, a funny thing.
Not so funny when it
is spit back in your face.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
Solitude is addicting
As my head grows restless
And my thoughts take over
Washing down like a waterfall
But at the bottom
There is no oasis
Just rapids
Madness is inviting
As my thoughts bounce around my head
Like a tennis ball at Wimbledon
Knocked back and forth, searching for a victor.
Like 100 tiny voices fighting to be heard in an endless echo
It's like fighting for calm
In the middle of an endless ocean,
Struggling in the midst and mist of a hurricane
I'm thrown from the sanctuary of my boat
And plunge into the murky waters of insecurity
Drowning in sorrow, mistrust and anxiety.
I sense a calm and open my eyes
Just to be hit with another wave and pulled back under
Deeper than before.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC