People Like Them: Spoken Word Crushed. Immensely crushed.Baggages of garbage hang on their minds,Present. But out of reach. Out of touch.The voices in their heads play like violins,you hear them ring: screaming pasts so constantly, violently. Silence deliberately refuses to speak.Nothing stills this sound. Nothing numbs this pain. Lost. Furious,
Category: SPOKEN WORDS/ POETRY
Iniquity: Rap Infused Poetry
Iniquity: Rap Infused Poetry Listen/ Download here: Watch lyric video here: Look around you, tell me what you seeDarkness and blindness have taken over completely. Some people insist on being bearers of the truthSpreading lies— falsehoodFalse facts, false proofBlind leading the blind— confused You say the truth, they hate youShut
Keep Moving (Spoken Word Poetry)
Keep Moving (Spoken Word Poetry) Listen/Download here: Watch video here: do you ever get so bored with yourselfand feel like you only exist tofill a space in time while your lifejust ebbs away with thoughts and ideas ofwho you think you are and who they think you are versuswhat you
Of Liars And Thieves: Spoken Word Poetry
Of Liars And Thieves: Spoken Word Poetry Written and Performed by Viano Dee She spoke words so enchanting,He believed for a fact that they were true.But now you can hear his heart pantingAs he realized the lies she had spewed. He entered her life like a thief at nightAnd sliced
Complete: Spoken Word Poetry
Complete: Spoken Word Poetry Written and Performed by Viano Dee I went through a phase:one with iron and flames. For every time I was thrown into the flames,I came out darkened with colours of red. For every time I was flung into the flames,every burn exposed a layer of my
MAMA, I MADE IT!
Mama, I Made It! Written by Yomi Spontaneous ( Contributor) Mama!You love it when your son is always called ‘The law’,Your dream was to make sure I get ‘called to bar’.Well, I made it mama,I now work in ‘the bar’I promise to bring you Guinness. Mama!Just so you could be
Poetstitute
Poetstitute Written by Di MadWriter While others rest at nightYou’re out on scripting streetsGetting dropped off by SleepAnd looking out for Muse’s chauffeur You wear that seductive dress of creativityAnd you climb on heels of imaginationCars stop and honk, and you blush to their pickup linesYou pick up lines as
