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I'm Not Okay | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
Lucas King | Sad Piano Music - Champion (Original Composition)
Lyrics
For as long as I can remember I’ve always had this void in my life,
It’s this empty feeling deep deep inside of you,
that you can’t quite shake - no matter how hard you try.
It sort of consumes and eats away at you,
You’ll have great happy moments and just when you thought everything was fine - surprise!
The feeling alw...
published: 16 Oct 2016
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I'm Ugly | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
James Zhang - Emotional Ambient Piano
Lyrics
You keep telling yourself that you’re ugly,
How you can’t possibly love yourself cos every time you look in the mirror,
you don’t like what you see,
The stretch marks, loose skin, gap between your fr...
published: 22 Jan 2017
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Writing A Spoken Word Poem In One Hour | TAZ TRIES
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published: 06 Mar 2018
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Are You Okay? | Spoken Word Poetry
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Lyrics
I’m usually pretty good at putting on a mask, I mean I do it all the time,
if anyone ever suspects something’s wrong, I shut them off with ‘I’m fine’.
But today I was really struggling, and I couldn’t find it within myself to force another smile.
It’s exhausting to keep up with this persona and I don’t want to live in denial.
But ...
published: 25 Oct 2017
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People are stealing my poetry.
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published: 24 May 2017
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Suicide | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
Breathe - Lucas King
Lyrics
We just stood there, in shock as we looked down,
so many questions running through our head,
wondering if we had just done something, anything, then maybe things could’ve turned out different.
At the age of just 4 his mother told him he was a mistake
said that if she had it her way, he wouldn’t be here today
she resented him, despised him, blamed...
published: 29 Jun 2016
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I Hate Myself | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music - Possible | Ross Budgen
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I hate myself - I hate my face, my body, the environment that I’m in.
I’m filled with so much hate I don’t even know what to do with it.
I see pictures in magazines and when I look back at myself, I no longer like what I see.
See they don’t show you the stretch marks, split ends and gap teeth - they don’t represent people like yo...
published: 27 Sep 2015
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Depression | Spoken Word Poetry
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published: 18 Oct 2015
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Expectations | Spoken Word Poetry
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published: 02 Dec 2015
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LIVE YOUR LIFE | Spoken Word Poetry
People have been asking me to write a positive poem for the longest time, I don't feel like I'm the best at writing positive stuff but this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. :)
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Lyrics
You only get one shot at life.
Yet we spent so much of it picking ourselves apart,
focusing all our energy onto our flaws,
that we give up before we even start
I’ve heard the excuse well it’ll never happen or I wasn’t destined for that life.
But how can you be so sure? when you’ve never even tried?
We live in an age where there’s ...
published: 08 Oct 2016
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I'm Not Okay | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
Lucas King | Sad Piano Music - Champion (Original Composition)
Lyrics
For as long as I can remember I’ve always had this void in my life,
It’s this empty feeling deep deep inside of you,
that you can’t quite shake - no matter how hard you try.
It sort of consumes and eats away at you,
You’ll have great happy moments and just when you thought everything was fine - surprise!
The feeling always comes back, it’s just a matter of time.
The constant frustration to fill this void, something to ease the pain.
What’s the cause? Nobody knows,
Yet you feel the same sad emptiness every single day
It leaves me feeling so empty and down
like I’m missing something somehow
something that’s a big part of me
and once I have it, I’ll be happy
I just need that one thing, this missing key,
and when I get my hands on it, I’ll be complete.
I’ve tried everything - friends, education, material stuff,
but no matter how hard I try, it never seems to be enough,
It sucks,
and I know people will say that you just need to be positive,
or the solution to all of your problems is self love
But it’s not as simple as that,
not when you’ve got to the point where you just feel numb.
I so badly want to fill my heart with so much happiness that it takes all the sadness away
My childhood was so dark and angry that I always thought, in my adult life things would change.
Somehow I would no longer feel the same,
and I don’t, things aren’t as extreme anymore,
but there’s no denying that that feeling is always there - and it’s something I can’t explain.
I just wish it would go away.
I thought that when I grow up things would be different, I just thought…it would be different
You look at other people and they always look so happy,
You know you observe people’s lives whether that be in person, social media, tv,
and it seems to come to them so naturally
And I know all of that stuff can be misleading,
but when you feel so down and empty,
you can’t help but think, why can’t that be me?
Cos you want that, you so desperately want that,
and you feel like you’re doing the right things,
you know you’re having fun with your friends, having late night chats, dancing to silly music
and in the moment it feels great, you’re in a good happy place,
but that happy feeling always goes away.
and the sad emptiness kicks in again.
Do I sound crazy? god I think I sound so crazy.
These thoughts tend to hit me late at night,
And that’s when I write,
sometimes I’m so overcome with emotion that I just cry,
and I don’t know why,
makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me,
It’s so sad to admit, that it becomes easier to lie and act like everything’s fine.
So that’s what I say, I say I’m fine.
Events from my past still affect my adult life
I lash out, feel down out of nowhere and I can’t explain why?
It just gets so messed up in my head sometimes
and there’s no way to escape it, not when it’s all happening in your mind.
and so you just beat yourself up and beat yourself up til you feel so small
you know, you can be in a room full of people and still feel so alone.
I can put on an act and pretend that I’m tough
but deep down I never quite feel brave enough
Sometimes I feel so small in this big big world
That I feel like all I have are my words to keep my sense of control
These poems, they’re like my therapy you know,
a place where I can release and pour out my soul
In hopes that it’ll make me feel better, and somehow fill this empty hole.
One day I’ll look back and it won’t hurt anymore,
I’ll be able to look back at what happened and not feel so sore
Cos there’s no cure
No way to fix it, it’s just something you learn to live with,
But it’ll get easier, of that I’m sure.
You are not the demons in your mind,
You are not the hurt and pain, you feel on the inside,
You’re stronger than that, you can fight.
Understand that it’s all temporary and that these things take time.
So chin up, breathe, allow yourself to feel everything there is to feel,
You’re going to get through this,
Give it some time and you’ll heal.
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Music
Lucas King | Sad Piano Music - Champion (Original Composition)
Lyrics
For as long as I can remember I’ve always had this void in my life,
It’s this empty feeling deep deep inside of you,
that you can’t quite shake - no matter how hard you try.
It sort of consumes and eats away at you,
You’ll have great happy moments and just when you thought everything was fine - surprise!
The feeling always comes back, it’s just a matter of time.
The constant frustration to fill this void, something to ease the pain.
What’s the cause? Nobody knows,
Yet you feel the same sad emptiness every single day
It leaves me feeling so empty and down
like I’m missing something somehow
something that’s a big part of me
and once I have it, I’ll be happy
I just need that one thing, this missing key,
and when I get my hands on it, I’ll be complete.
I’ve tried everything - friends, education, material stuff,
but no matter how hard I try, it never seems to be enough,
It sucks,
and I know people will say that you just need to be positive,
or the solution to all of your problems is self love
But it’s not as simple as that,
not when you’ve got to the point where you just feel numb.
I so badly want to fill my heart with so much happiness that it takes all the sadness away
My childhood was so dark and angry that I always thought, in my adult life things would change.
Somehow I would no longer feel the same,
and I don’t, things aren’t as extreme anymore,
but there’s no denying that that feeling is always there - and it’s something I can’t explain.
I just wish it would go away.
I thought that when I grow up things would be different, I just thought…it would be different
You look at other people and they always look so happy,
You know you observe people’s lives whether that be in person, social media, tv,
and it seems to come to them so naturally
And I know all of that stuff can be misleading,
but when you feel so down and empty,
you can’t help but think, why can’t that be me?
Cos you want that, you so desperately want that,
and you feel like you’re doing the right things,
you know you’re having fun with your friends, having late night chats, dancing to silly music
and in the moment it feels great, you’re in a good happy place,
but that happy feeling always goes away.
and the sad emptiness kicks in again.
Do I sound crazy? god I think I sound so crazy.
These thoughts tend to hit me late at night,
And that’s when I write,
sometimes I’m so overcome with emotion that I just cry,
and I don’t know why,
makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me,
It’s so sad to admit, that it becomes easier to lie and act like everything’s fine.
So that’s what I say, I say I’m fine.
Events from my past still affect my adult life
I lash out, feel down out of nowhere and I can’t explain why?
It just gets so messed up in my head sometimes
and there’s no way to escape it, not when it’s all happening in your mind.
and so you just beat yourself up and beat yourself up til you feel so small
you know, you can be in a room full of people and still feel so alone.
I can put on an act and pretend that I’m tough
but deep down I never quite feel brave enough
Sometimes I feel so small in this big big world
That I feel like all I have are my words to keep my sense of control
These poems, they’re like my therapy you know,
a place where I can release and pour out my soul
In hopes that it’ll make me feel better, and somehow fill this empty hole.
One day I’ll look back and it won’t hurt anymore,
I’ll be able to look back at what happened and not feel so sore
Cos there’s no cure
No way to fix it, it’s just something you learn to live with,
But it’ll get easier, of that I’m sure.
You are not the demons in your mind,
You are not the hurt and pain, you feel on the inside,
You’re stronger than that, you can fight.
Understand that it’s all temporary and that these things take time.
So chin up, breathe, allow yourself to feel everything there is to feel,
You’re going to get through this,
Give it some time and you’ll heal.
- published: 16 Oct 2016
- views: 1880217
3:54
I'm Ugly | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
James Zhang - Emotional Ambient Piano
Lyrics
You keep telling yourself that you’re ugly,
How you can’t possibly love yourself cos every time you look in the mirror,
you don’t like what you see,
The stretch marks, loose skin, gap between your front teeth,
over analysing every single part of yourself,
destroying your self esteem,
constantly telling yourself how could anyone ever want you,
When even you don’t like your own body.
I wish I could make you understand that you’re perfect, just by being you,
and I’d tell you that every single day,
till you start to believe it too,
And I mean it,
I just wish you knew just how much I adore you,
How I love that even when you’re going through some of your toughest times,
you still put all of your energy into putting on a smile and acting like everything’s fine.
Or how I think you’re brave, intelligent, gentle, kind,
how you’re going to change the world someday with that incredible mind.
I hate seeing you cry,
because every time you look in the mirror you see something you don’t like,
and I hate how much it hurts you every single time,
I wish I could take your pain away,
make you see what I see, and then maybe you’d change your mind,
I hate watching you beat yourself up all the time,
When are you going to realise that this ongoing battle you have with yourself,
it’s a losing fight,
You’re literally destroying yourself from the inside.
Trying so hard to be something you’re not,
when you’re already perfectly fine.
You’re a beautiful, walking, human sunshine in my eyes.
You keep comparing yourself to others,
when are you going to understand that being yourself is enough,
You keep seeking validation from other people,
When, what you really need, is self love,
Yes I know you don’t have the perfect body,
reality check, most people don’t,
So what’s the use in tearing yourself apart like this?
If you think it’s going to help you in anyway, well let me be the first to tell you -
it won’t.
I’ll never understand how someone so great, can think so little about themselves,
I watch you, unable to leave the house without make up
struggling to cope everyday,
and I just wanna be able to help.
You’ve reduced yourself to ugly,
you hide behind baggy clothes, watch what you eat,
Care so much about what people think that you can’t even walk down the street,
self hate has filtered it’s way into every inch of your body,
and it kills me,
to see someone I care about, be so incredibly unhappy.
I hope one day you can look in the mirror and live with what you see,
that it doesn’t hurt you so much anymore,
cos you understand that you’ve got more to offer to the world than simply being pretty,
No longer haunted by the scars on your skin,
but fights to be the change they want to see.
but more importantly,
Right now, in this moment,
I want you to know, just how incredibly perfect you are to me.
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Music
James Zhang - Emotional Ambient Piano
Lyrics
You keep telling yourself that you’re ugly,
How you can’t possibly love yourself cos every time you look in the mirror,
you don’t like what you see,
The stretch marks, loose skin, gap between your front teeth,
over analysing every single part of yourself,
destroying your self esteem,
constantly telling yourself how could anyone ever want you,
When even you don’t like your own body.
I wish I could make you understand that you’re perfect, just by being you,
and I’d tell you that every single day,
till you start to believe it too,
And I mean it,
I just wish you knew just how much I adore you,
How I love that even when you’re going through some of your toughest times,
you still put all of your energy into putting on a smile and acting like everything’s fine.
Or how I think you’re brave, intelligent, gentle, kind,
how you’re going to change the world someday with that incredible mind.
I hate seeing you cry,
because every time you look in the mirror you see something you don’t like,
and I hate how much it hurts you every single time,
I wish I could take your pain away,
make you see what I see, and then maybe you’d change your mind,
I hate watching you beat yourself up all the time,
When are you going to realise that this ongoing battle you have with yourself,
it’s a losing fight,
You’re literally destroying yourself from the inside.
Trying so hard to be something you’re not,
when you’re already perfectly fine.
You’re a beautiful, walking, human sunshine in my eyes.
You keep comparing yourself to others,
when are you going to understand that being yourself is enough,
You keep seeking validation from other people,
When, what you really need, is self love,
Yes I know you don’t have the perfect body,
reality check, most people don’t,
So what’s the use in tearing yourself apart like this?
If you think it’s going to help you in anyway, well let me be the first to tell you -
it won’t.
I’ll never understand how someone so great, can think so little about themselves,
I watch you, unable to leave the house without make up
struggling to cope everyday,
and I just wanna be able to help.
You’ve reduced yourself to ugly,
you hide behind baggy clothes, watch what you eat,
Care so much about what people think that you can’t even walk down the street,
self hate has filtered it’s way into every inch of your body,
and it kills me,
to see someone I care about, be so incredibly unhappy.
I hope one day you can look in the mirror and live with what you see,
that it doesn’t hurt you so much anymore,
cos you understand that you’ve got more to offer to the world than simply being pretty,
No longer haunted by the scars on your skin,
but fights to be the change they want to see.
but more importantly,
Right now, in this moment,
I want you to know, just how incredibly perfect you are to me.
- published: 22 Jan 2017
- views: 2437969
11:41
Writing A Spoken Word Poem In One Hour | TAZ TRIES
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- published: 06 Mar 2018
- views: 59604
4:18
Are You Okay? | Spoken Word Poetry
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Lyrics
I’m usually pretty good at putting on a mask, I mean I do it all the time,
if anyone ever suspects something’s wrong, I shut them off with ‘I’m fine’.
But today I was really struggling, and I couldn’t find it within myself to force another smile.
It’s exhausting to keep up with this persona and I don’t want to live in denial.
But knowing that wasn’t an option I braced myself for another day.
Feeling myself getting agitated, hoping it’d go away.
Everything was going wrong, I could feel myself about to burst.
Emotions rushing to the surface, preparing myself for the worst.
But then I saw someone staring, like they could see right through me,
Sensing something was wrong they walked right to me.
After a long pause they said, ‘Are you okay?’
I had been asked this question many times before but there was something about the way in which they said it that made me feel like they actually cared what I had to say.
Struggling to keep myself together I could feel my insecurities on display.
My walls were crumbling down, I had a lump in my throat,
My eyes were tearing up as I clenched on to my coat.
My mask was my safety net - it helped me get through each day
The only thing I could rely on, to cover up the hurt and pain
and now my safety net was gone, I couldn’t find the right words to say
cause how do you tell someone you’re hurting, that you can’t remember the last time you were okay.
I couldn’t get myself to shrug it off, I couldn’t get myself to lie
I couldn’t force myself to put on a smile, not this time
I couldn’t make up some silly excuse, cause in this moment it didn’t feel right.
So I did the only thing I could, I broke down and cried.
They looked at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before,
They saw me with my guard down, the me no one ever saw.
They saw the bruised, the ugly, every humiliating flaw,
And despite all of it they accepted me, and wanted to know more.
They didn’t try to fix me but listened and gave me the choice,
and I didn’t want to run away this time, so I gave my problem’s a voice.
I talked and talked and talked, tears rushing down my face,
and they listened patiently and gave me a safe space.
No judgement, no pretence just love and support,
and through communication and patience we built up a rapport.
I had no idea how free it would feel to just get it off my chest.
After months of it building up inside me, I could finally release and rest.
Out of all the ways of dealing with it, who knew communication would be the best.
For the first time in a long time, I finally felt okay
Like I was heard and validated, like my feelings were justified in some way.
That it wasn’t my fault and I had no reason to hide.
If I just let all the anger out eventually the pain would subside.
The burden inside would offload and I’d feel a lot lighter,
My perspective on life would change and the world would become brighter.
See the thing is we didn’t just talk, we connected and engaged.
they opened themselves to me and made me feel safe,
so I’m extending the kindness further and hoping to do the same,
I’d like to ask anyone who’s struggling right now, are you okay?
https://wn.com/Are_You_Okay_|_Spoken_Word_Poetry
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Lyrics
I’m usually pretty good at putting on a mask, I mean I do it all the time,
if anyone ever suspects something’s wrong, I shut them off with ‘I’m fine’.
But today I was really struggling, and I couldn’t find it within myself to force another smile.
It’s exhausting to keep up with this persona and I don’t want to live in denial.
But knowing that wasn’t an option I braced myself for another day.
Feeling myself getting agitated, hoping it’d go away.
Everything was going wrong, I could feel myself about to burst.
Emotions rushing to the surface, preparing myself for the worst.
But then I saw someone staring, like they could see right through me,
Sensing something was wrong they walked right to me.
After a long pause they said, ‘Are you okay?’
I had been asked this question many times before but there was something about the way in which they said it that made me feel like they actually cared what I had to say.
Struggling to keep myself together I could feel my insecurities on display.
My walls were crumbling down, I had a lump in my throat,
My eyes were tearing up as I clenched on to my coat.
My mask was my safety net - it helped me get through each day
The only thing I could rely on, to cover up the hurt and pain
and now my safety net was gone, I couldn’t find the right words to say
cause how do you tell someone you’re hurting, that you can’t remember the last time you were okay.
I couldn’t get myself to shrug it off, I couldn’t get myself to lie
I couldn’t force myself to put on a smile, not this time
I couldn’t make up some silly excuse, cause in this moment it didn’t feel right.
So I did the only thing I could, I broke down and cried.
They looked at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before,
They saw me with my guard down, the me no one ever saw.
They saw the bruised, the ugly, every humiliating flaw,
And despite all of it they accepted me, and wanted to know more.
They didn’t try to fix me but listened and gave me the choice,
and I didn’t want to run away this time, so I gave my problem’s a voice.
I talked and talked and talked, tears rushing down my face,
and they listened patiently and gave me a safe space.
No judgement, no pretence just love and support,
and through communication and patience we built up a rapport.
I had no idea how free it would feel to just get it off my chest.
After months of it building up inside me, I could finally release and rest.
Out of all the ways of dealing with it, who knew communication would be the best.
For the first time in a long time, I finally felt okay
Like I was heard and validated, like my feelings were justified in some way.
That it wasn’t my fault and I had no reason to hide.
If I just let all the anger out eventually the pain would subside.
The burden inside would offload and I’d feel a lot lighter,
My perspective on life would change and the world would become brighter.
See the thing is we didn’t just talk, we connected and engaged.
they opened themselves to me and made me feel safe,
so I’m extending the kindness further and hoping to do the same,
I’d like to ask anyone who’s struggling right now, are you okay?
- published: 25 Oct 2017
- views: 261916
10:14
People are stealing my poetry.
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- published: 24 May 2017
- views: 83638
4:19
Suicide | Spoken Word Poetry
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Music
Breathe - Lucas King
Lyrics
We just stood there, in shock as we looked down,
so many questions running through our head,
wondering if we had just done something, anything, then maybe things could’ve turned out different.
At the age of just 4 his mother told him he was a mistake
said that if she had it her way, he wouldn’t be here today
she resented him, despised him, blamed him for everything
couldn’t even look him in the eyes without being filled with rage
she would tell him that he was the reason his dad walked out
that from the day she knew she was pregnant everything changed
she went from being madly in love, getting high, drunk every night
to juggling two jobs and struggling to pay rent
now she’ a single mum with no future and course he’s the one to blame
and she reminded him of this fact every single day.
By aged 11 he’d seen it all - drug addiction, violence, sexual abuse,
he tried to shut it all out as best as he could, but no matter how hard he’d try, it was no good
cos you see the problems kept growing, and just when he thought he’d seen enough -
he’d entered high school
under the false impression that this would be his fresh start, a chance to finally be himself, who knew kids could be so cruel
They’d beat him, shamed him, spat in his food.
Mocked him, chased him, but somehow he’d make it through.
He was no longer living at this point, just struggling to survive,
but with no one to turn to what else could he do?
Wasn’t long till the teachers labelled him a problem child,
said he was disruptive, an inconvenience, that if he didn’t settle down he’d be kicked out.
didn’t even try to understand him, he wanted to push it all out but how?
he couldn’t fight it anymore, he’d put up with it for too long
He no longer cared, he was getting angry now
Problems at school, the streets, at home,
where the fuck was he supposed to go?
By this point his emotions took over,
he was angry, violent, abusive - he’d completely lost control,
He was done caring about anything, he didn’t give a shit anymore.
By age 16 he was walking in his father’s footsteps,
lost and consumed by self hate,
took drugs to block out the thoughts in his head, anything to numb the pain,
desperately wanting to get away, escape to a better place,
a place where he could call home, a place where he felt safe,
safe to face another day but that doesn’t happen in the real world, see there is no light at the end of the tunnel,
not for people in this place.
Cos you see he wasn’t a bad kid, he was just scared.
Left to fight this world on his own,
desperately wanting someone to care.
Wasn’t long till he gave in to it, he’d became someone he hates
No longer wanted to fight it anymore,
he’d accepted it, this was his fate.
And just like that he ended it.
No words, no note
Didn’t even make it to his 18th birthday.
Sad thing is, given the chance he could’ve been great
but none of that matters now cos it’s too late,
he can no longer be saved,
brought back from the grave to live another day
We live in a world where young kids turn to suicide as an escape
A way to finally feel free, because living has become their biggest source of pain
Why do we never realise our mistakes? Why do we only learn when it’s too late?
Local news will report this incident as just another case,
come up with excuses like he wasn’t mentally sane or how kids are so easily influenced these days
Give it a few days and you won’t even remember his name,
Just another statistic - and so many people go the exact same way,
This is the world we live,
It’s such a cruel world, it’s such a shame.
https://wn.com/Suicide_|_Spoken_Word_Poetry
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Music
Breathe - Lucas King
Lyrics
We just stood there, in shock as we looked down,
so many questions running through our head,
wondering if we had just done something, anything, then maybe things could’ve turned out different.
At the age of just 4 his mother told him he was a mistake
said that if she had it her way, he wouldn’t be here today
she resented him, despised him, blamed him for everything
couldn’t even look him in the eyes without being filled with rage
she would tell him that he was the reason his dad walked out
that from the day she knew she was pregnant everything changed
she went from being madly in love, getting high, drunk every night
to juggling two jobs and struggling to pay rent
now she’ a single mum with no future and course he’s the one to blame
and she reminded him of this fact every single day.
By aged 11 he’d seen it all - drug addiction, violence, sexual abuse,
he tried to shut it all out as best as he could, but no matter how hard he’d try, it was no good
cos you see the problems kept growing, and just when he thought he’d seen enough -
he’d entered high school
under the false impression that this would be his fresh start, a chance to finally be himself, who knew kids could be so cruel
They’d beat him, shamed him, spat in his food.
Mocked him, chased him, but somehow he’d make it through.
He was no longer living at this point, just struggling to survive,
but with no one to turn to what else could he do?
Wasn’t long till the teachers labelled him a problem child,
said he was disruptive, an inconvenience, that if he didn’t settle down he’d be kicked out.
didn’t even try to understand him, he wanted to push it all out but how?
he couldn’t fight it anymore, he’d put up with it for too long
He no longer cared, he was getting angry now
Problems at school, the streets, at home,
where the fuck was he supposed to go?
By this point his emotions took over,
he was angry, violent, abusive - he’d completely lost control,
He was done caring about anything, he didn’t give a shit anymore.
By age 16 he was walking in his father’s footsteps,
lost and consumed by self hate,
took drugs to block out the thoughts in his head, anything to numb the pain,
desperately wanting to get away, escape to a better place,
a place where he could call home, a place where he felt safe,
safe to face another day but that doesn’t happen in the real world, see there is no light at the end of the tunnel,
not for people in this place.
Cos you see he wasn’t a bad kid, he was just scared.
Left to fight this world on his own,
desperately wanting someone to care.
Wasn’t long till he gave in to it, he’d became someone he hates
No longer wanted to fight it anymore,
he’d accepted it, this was his fate.
And just like that he ended it.
No words, no note
Didn’t even make it to his 18th birthday.
Sad thing is, given the chance he could’ve been great
but none of that matters now cos it’s too late,
he can no longer be saved,
brought back from the grave to live another day
We live in a world where young kids turn to suicide as an escape
A way to finally feel free, because living has become their biggest source of pain
Why do we never realise our mistakes? Why do we only learn when it’s too late?
Local news will report this incident as just another case,
come up with excuses like he wasn’t mentally sane or how kids are so easily influenced these days
Give it a few days and you won’t even remember his name,
Just another statistic - and so many people go the exact same way,
This is the world we live,
It’s such a cruel world, it’s such a shame.
- published: 29 Jun 2016
- views: 589829
2:47
I Hate Myself | Spoken Word Poetry
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- Slam Poem -
I hate myself - I hate my face, my body, the environment that I’m in.
I’m filled with so much hate I don’t even know what to do with it.
I see pictures in magazines and when I look back at myself, I no longer like what I see.
See they don’t show you the stretch marks, split ends and gap teeth - they don’t represent people like you and me.
The irony when we're forced down messages such as ‘be yourself’ by celebrities.
When they know full well that they’re partially to blame for all our insecurities.
Since day one we've been told to do this, say that and if I wear this then a guy might just like me.
Running my confidence to the ground.
To this day I can’t hold a conversation without saying the word sorry.
Like 15 gazillion times, to say that I’m apologizing for just being me.
Some days I stay up awake at night and the silence is so loud it overwhelms me,
I can’t sleep or eat.
Filled with so much negativity til negativity became me.
But I lie and carry on smiling cos that’s the person I want to be -
so happy, joyful and carefree.
People say just be confident - they don’t understand that you get tired, you get weak.
I just need you to see that I’m filled with self hate and it consumes me.
Because i wasn’t brought up to be proud of myself and love who I am, No I was told there were expectations and limitations and fought for every can’t to be a can.
So filled with hate I suffocate, this is my fate…I tell myself as I try to pick myself up but it’s too late.
I don’t want compliments or attention from passers by, I crave real love, not likes, from a social networking website.
You know you start to create this self image that is so perfect, flawless and happy cos you think that that’s what is right. Wrong. See you can’t fill a void with lies, you can’t solve pain with short highs so you resort to late night cries and you wonder why? Sigh.
For the longest time I would blame my environment, the media, my peers - And it took me years. To see that it’s not you, it’s me.
If I want to change how I feel I have to start from within. Look into my soul, what’s beneath the skin.
Cos the solution isn’t external don’t you see, you can’t solve your problems from what you see on your phone screen.
The answer comes from who you are deep inside. All those thoughts and feelings you tried so desperately to hide.
I am capable of so much more and I don’t need to hear that from you cos I know it for me.
See when you open your mind you start to see things clearly - your potential, ambitions and dreams, - you become free.
So for the first time in a long time I’m just going to let myself breathe - Today, I choose me.
https://wn.com/I_Hate_Myself_|_Spoken_Word_Poetry
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- Slam Poem -
I hate myself - I hate my face, my body, the environment that I’m in.
I’m filled with so much hate I don’t even know what to do with it.
I see pictures in magazines and when I look back at myself, I no longer like what I see.
See they don’t show you the stretch marks, split ends and gap teeth - they don’t represent people like you and me.
The irony when we're forced down messages such as ‘be yourself’ by celebrities.
When they know full well that they’re partially to blame for all our insecurities.
Since day one we've been told to do this, say that and if I wear this then a guy might just like me.
Running my confidence to the ground.
To this day I can’t hold a conversation without saying the word sorry.
Like 15 gazillion times, to say that I’m apologizing for just being me.
Some days I stay up awake at night and the silence is so loud it overwhelms me,
I can’t sleep or eat.
Filled with so much negativity til negativity became me.
But I lie and carry on smiling cos that’s the person I want to be -
so happy, joyful and carefree.
People say just be confident - they don’t understand that you get tired, you get weak.
I just need you to see that I’m filled with self hate and it consumes me.
Because i wasn’t brought up to be proud of myself and love who I am, No I was told there were expectations and limitations and fought for every can’t to be a can.
So filled with hate I suffocate, this is my fate…I tell myself as I try to pick myself up but it’s too late.
I don’t want compliments or attention from passers by, I crave real love, not likes, from a social networking website.
You know you start to create this self image that is so perfect, flawless and happy cos you think that that’s what is right. Wrong. See you can’t fill a void with lies, you can’t solve pain with short highs so you resort to late night cries and you wonder why? Sigh.
For the longest time I would blame my environment, the media, my peers - And it took me years. To see that it’s not you, it’s me.
If I want to change how I feel I have to start from within. Look into my soul, what’s beneath the skin.
Cos the solution isn’t external don’t you see, you can’t solve your problems from what you see on your phone screen.
The answer comes from who you are deep inside. All those thoughts and feelings you tried so desperately to hide.
I am capable of so much more and I don’t need to hear that from you cos I know it for me.
See when you open your mind you start to see things clearly - your potential, ambitions and dreams, - you become free.
So for the first time in a long time I’m just going to let myself breathe - Today, I choose me.
- published: 27 Sep 2015
- views: 1075149
2:45
Depression | Spoken Word Poetry
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Words
It’s not that I don’t want to be happy it’s that despite my best efforts I can’t bring myself to be happy.
I feel suffocated, embarrassed, ashamed,
Why did I have to be this way.
I have a great family, amazing friends, good academic results - on paper everything is okay
Yet all I ever seem to see is sadness and grey
It’s like there’s a constant burden on you pulling you to the ground
and however hard you try you can’t bring yourself out
You can’t bring yourself to care - about anything - not me, not him, not her
Living has become the constant nightmare.
And it’s just not fair.
Society will tell you to try yoga, go for a walk, listen to meditation.
I tell them that this cannot be solved by exercise or medication.
It’s a disease that affects every aspect of my life, - my relationships, my work, my education.
And even to this day despite my best efforts to explain -
I am met with blind hesitation.
They ask me why are you always sad, I tell them I don’t know…I don’t know
What I do know is that I wake up everyday feeling like absolutely shit - and that that’s become my norm.
I’m afraid of the outside world, afraid of putting my guard down in the fear that I will be judged for something that I cannot control
Where’s the fairness of it all?
Do you think I enjoy to watch myself fall?
Into this hole of self hate, shame and loathe
So I just hide and put up a wall
That’s so high, you will never see my pain or any of my flaws - I create this character and she is perfect, she’s invincible.
And so I live these two different lives, one for the public and one just for me late at night
Cos that’s easier than admitting you have a problem - and that’s the problem.
The stigma is real people
And it will not go away until we realise that mental health IS a big deal.
It’s a hidden disease thats affecting so many lives, wake up and listen to the silent cries
It’s the kid that never speaks or the guy who’s always tired,
The lady who’s too emotional or that man who just got fired
cos he was absent a lot - he couldn’t get out of bed due to his mental health
but do you think any of his colleagues knew that - course not.
Depression is the hell inside of me and it eats me up daily.
https://wn.com/Depression_|_Spoken_Word_Poetry
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Words
It’s not that I don’t want to be happy it’s that despite my best efforts I can’t bring myself to be happy.
I feel suffocated, embarrassed, ashamed,
Why did I have to be this way.
I have a great family, amazing friends, good academic results - on paper everything is okay
Yet all I ever seem to see is sadness and grey
It’s like there’s a constant burden on you pulling you to the ground
and however hard you try you can’t bring yourself out
You can’t bring yourself to care - about anything - not me, not him, not her
Living has become the constant nightmare.
And it’s just not fair.
Society will tell you to try yoga, go for a walk, listen to meditation.
I tell them that this cannot be solved by exercise or medication.
It’s a disease that affects every aspect of my life, - my relationships, my work, my education.
And even to this day despite my best efforts to explain -
I am met with blind hesitation.
They ask me why are you always sad, I tell them I don’t know…I don’t know
What I do know is that I wake up everyday feeling like absolutely shit - and that that’s become my norm.
I’m afraid of the outside world, afraid of putting my guard down in the fear that I will be judged for something that I cannot control
Where’s the fairness of it all?
Do you think I enjoy to watch myself fall?
Into this hole of self hate, shame and loathe
So I just hide and put up a wall
That’s so high, you will never see my pain or any of my flaws - I create this character and she is perfect, she’s invincible.
And so I live these two different lives, one for the public and one just for me late at night
Cos that’s easier than admitting you have a problem - and that’s the problem.
The stigma is real people
And it will not go away until we realise that mental health IS a big deal.
It’s a hidden disease thats affecting so many lives, wake up and listen to the silent cries
It’s the kid that never speaks or the guy who’s always tired,
The lady who’s too emotional or that man who just got fired
cos he was absent a lot - he couldn’t get out of bed due to his mental health
but do you think any of his colleagues knew that - course not.
Depression is the hell inside of me and it eats me up daily.
- published: 18 Oct 2015
- views: 964352
3:59
Expectations | Spoken Word Poetry
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Lyrics
Expectations will be the death of me
From day one we are told what is expected of us,
Conform, go to school, get the grades
You have to be the best, no room to screw up
We put our fate in the control of others and wait to be judged
Define ourselves by grades and numbers, forever believing that we’re not good enough
because our actions do not match our expectations.
We are expected to know what we want to do for the rest of our lives at the age of just sixteen
despite up until that point, having no real life experiences,
I mean how could we, at what point were we given the opportunity?
The opportunity to grow as individuals, discover ourselves, live free from scrutiny
From day one it is drilled into our heads that our main goal in life, is stability and financial security.
Anything else is time wasted.
Teachers will tell us that if you want success in this life then you need to go to university
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t feel right right now,
Cos once you’ve graduated things will become clear.
6 years on and I find myself here.
Thoughts about my future terrify me
I can’t sleep, or eat
It’s the reason for my dark thoughts at night, the cause of my anxiety,
Because I don’t have a 5 year plan, and for some reason that makes me feel guilty.
See my biggest fear in life is to settle.
Just the thought of it haunts me in my sleep,
I’ve seen too many people give up and live a life full of regrets
and I don’t want that to be me.
To choose stability over your dreams is to let society win.
And I can’t do that, I’m sorry.
Get a 9-5 job, buy a house, get married before 30.
work, eat, sleep repeat
the average 21st century daily routine
No passion or drive, we’re just living machines
who’s only motivation in life is making enough money
Ask yourself - Are you living or merely existing?
I’m 22 yet I fear that I know very little about real stuff
Like what the world looks like on the other side or how it feels to be in love
To settle now, would be to give up on discovering who I really am, I want to learn and explore,
If I don’t get lost now, how will I ever grow?
And maybe I am wasting time, and nothing will come of it
but I have to take that chance, I need to know for sure.
I’m sorry but I cannot be what you want me to be
cos to do that would be sacrificing everything that makes me me,
and settling for a life where I’ll never truly be happy
I’ve spent my whole life trying to please others, it gets tiring and lonely
I am forever trapped by the expectations of society and I fear that I’ll never escape from this feeling.
I am calm on the outside, but on the inside I am screaming.
See despite how hard I try, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life,
But my gut instinct tells me that the path you’ve got in mind,
It isn’t right - atleast not for me
My life should not be dictated by a degree I chose to do when I was sixteen
because everyone around me told me that university was the right thing for me.
I look back now and I can’t help but disagree.
But the truth is, I say I have all these ambitions and dreams
how I want to change the world, spread love and positivity
but I fear soon I will have to face reality - I am a university graduate who stacks shelves for a living
The doubts in my head will soon take over and the passion inside will die
I’ll surrender to the pressure of society and settle for a comfortable life
One with no passion, no hopes, no desires,
Just the same old routine
Never to know what it feels like, to be alive.
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Lyrics
Expectations will be the death of me
From day one we are told what is expected of us,
Conform, go to school, get the grades
You have to be the best, no room to screw up
We put our fate in the control of others and wait to be judged
Define ourselves by grades and numbers, forever believing that we’re not good enough
because our actions do not match our expectations.
We are expected to know what we want to do for the rest of our lives at the age of just sixteen
despite up until that point, having no real life experiences,
I mean how could we, at what point were we given the opportunity?
The opportunity to grow as individuals, discover ourselves, live free from scrutiny
From day one it is drilled into our heads that our main goal in life, is stability and financial security.
Anything else is time wasted.
Teachers will tell us that if you want success in this life then you need to go to university
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t feel right right now,
Cos once you’ve graduated things will become clear.
6 years on and I find myself here.
Thoughts about my future terrify me
I can’t sleep, or eat
It’s the reason for my dark thoughts at night, the cause of my anxiety,
Because I don’t have a 5 year plan, and for some reason that makes me feel guilty.
See my biggest fear in life is to settle.
Just the thought of it haunts me in my sleep,
I’ve seen too many people give up and live a life full of regrets
and I don’t want that to be me.
To choose stability over your dreams is to let society win.
And I can’t do that, I’m sorry.
Get a 9-5 job, buy a house, get married before 30.
work, eat, sleep repeat
the average 21st century daily routine
No passion or drive, we’re just living machines
who’s only motivation in life is making enough money
Ask yourself - Are you living or merely existing?
I’m 22 yet I fear that I know very little about real stuff
Like what the world looks like on the other side or how it feels to be in love
To settle now, would be to give up on discovering who I really am, I want to learn and explore,
If I don’t get lost now, how will I ever grow?
And maybe I am wasting time, and nothing will come of it
but I have to take that chance, I need to know for sure.
I’m sorry but I cannot be what you want me to be
cos to do that would be sacrificing everything that makes me me,
and settling for a life where I’ll never truly be happy
I’ve spent my whole life trying to please others, it gets tiring and lonely
I am forever trapped by the expectations of society and I fear that I’ll never escape from this feeling.
I am calm on the outside, but on the inside I am screaming.
See despite how hard I try, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life,
But my gut instinct tells me that the path you’ve got in mind,
It isn’t right - atleast not for me
My life should not be dictated by a degree I chose to do when I was sixteen
because everyone around me told me that university was the right thing for me.
I look back now and I can’t help but disagree.
But the truth is, I say I have all these ambitions and dreams
how I want to change the world, spread love and positivity
but I fear soon I will have to face reality - I am a university graduate who stacks shelves for a living
The doubts in my head will soon take over and the passion inside will die
I’ll surrender to the pressure of society and settle for a comfortable life
One with no passion, no hopes, no desires,
Just the same old routine
Never to know what it feels like, to be alive.
- published: 02 Dec 2015
- views: 401078
4:20
LIVE YOUR LIFE | Spoken Word Poetry
People have been asking me to write a positive poem for the longest time, I don't feel like I'm the best at writing positive stuff but this is what I came up wi...
People have been asking me to write a positive poem for the longest time, I don't feel like I'm the best at writing positive stuff but this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. :)
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Lyrics
You only get one shot at life.
Yet we spent so much of it picking ourselves apart,
focusing all our energy onto our flaws,
that we give up before we even start
I’ve heard the excuse well it’ll never happen or I wasn’t destined for that life.
But how can you be so sure? when you’ve never even tried?
We live in an age where there’s so much opportunity yet few take advantage of it,
give it a shot - go out of your comfort zone - you might be surprised.
I spent so much of my life doubting myself,
telling myself that I wasn’t good or talented enough,
People would tell me to just go for it yet I’d still come up with every excuse under the sun
Why do we do that?
Why do we put ourselves down so much?
So this year I made it my mission to end that,
put aside all my fears and just go for it.
I was done with restricting myself
I decided I’m not going to settle with being comfortable anymore.
And honestly, It was the best thing I ever did
It’s only when I stopped and asked myself what is it that I want?
that I started to actually live my life,
You spend so much of your life living up to these expectations
that you forget what you want, you become numb inside,
This past year I’ve laughed, danced, smiled, cried,
I finally understood what it feels like to really be alive.
From experiencing heartbreak, failure, painful late nights
to running around a field in the midst of July
I took a risk, went with my gut instinct and things turned out fine,
and I know, that deep deep down, things are going to be alright.
It’s just a matter of time.
You shouldn’t stop living in the face of fear,
You shouldn’t stop chasing the dream just because the roads aren’t clear,
You work hard and you push through it,
What’s important is that you’re here,
So make the most of that - go out there and do what it is that you love,
stop coming up with a million excuses and telling yourself you’re not good enough,
Things aren’t handed to you, you work hard and you go get it.
embrace it with both arms and go chase it.
Yes you’re going to make mistakes,
and yes there will be times where you doubt yourself, second guess your choices,
made to feel so small by your own self hate.
But ask yourself this? Wouldn’t you rather try and know what happens
than live your whole life knowing you left it too late?
For one moment just learn to let go, and put your happiness in the hands of fate.
The chance is now, it’s always now.
If you’re not happy and feel trapped, stop and start afresh somehow.
Go on roadtrips, talk to people, dance at festivals
Learn about people’s stories, ask questions, feed your soul.
There’s so much happiness out there - you just need to be brave enough to see it,
Work hard and the results will follow,
but you need to start in order to believe it.
Wake up every morning feeling passionate and carefree,
knowing you haven’t settled for a 9-5 routine.
There’s so much out there, an abundance of opportunity
don’t let it go to waste because you were too scared to dream.
This year I got to feel, like really feel
understand who I am as a person and connect with people,
I feel like I actually have a voice now and I use it to talk about things that matter
I’m finally doing something I love,
Here’s to the next chapter!
https://wn.com/Live_Your_Life_|_Spoken_Word_Poetry
People have been asking me to write a positive poem for the longest time, I don't feel like I'm the best at writing positive stuff but this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. :)
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Lyrics
You only get one shot at life.
Yet we spent so much of it picking ourselves apart,
focusing all our energy onto our flaws,
that we give up before we even start
I’ve heard the excuse well it’ll never happen or I wasn’t destined for that life.
But how can you be so sure? when you’ve never even tried?
We live in an age where there’s so much opportunity yet few take advantage of it,
give it a shot - go out of your comfort zone - you might be surprised.
I spent so much of my life doubting myself,
telling myself that I wasn’t good or talented enough,
People would tell me to just go for it yet I’d still come up with every excuse under the sun
Why do we do that?
Why do we put ourselves down so much?
So this year I made it my mission to end that,
put aside all my fears and just go for it.
I was done with restricting myself
I decided I’m not going to settle with being comfortable anymore.
And honestly, It was the best thing I ever did
It’s only when I stopped and asked myself what is it that I want?
that I started to actually live my life,
You spend so much of your life living up to these expectations
that you forget what you want, you become numb inside,
This past year I’ve laughed, danced, smiled, cried,
I finally understood what it feels like to really be alive.
From experiencing heartbreak, failure, painful late nights
to running around a field in the midst of July
I took a risk, went with my gut instinct and things turned out fine,
and I know, that deep deep down, things are going to be alright.
It’s just a matter of time.
You shouldn’t stop living in the face of fear,
You shouldn’t stop chasing the dream just because the roads aren’t clear,
You work hard and you push through it,
What’s important is that you’re here,
So make the most of that - go out there and do what it is that you love,
stop coming up with a million excuses and telling yourself you’re not good enough,
Things aren’t handed to you, you work hard and you go get it.
embrace it with both arms and go chase it.
Yes you’re going to make mistakes,
and yes there will be times where you doubt yourself, second guess your choices,
made to feel so small by your own self hate.
But ask yourself this? Wouldn’t you rather try and know what happens
than live your whole life knowing you left it too late?
For one moment just learn to let go, and put your happiness in the hands of fate.
The chance is now, it’s always now.
If you’re not happy and feel trapped, stop and start afresh somehow.
Go on roadtrips, talk to people, dance at festivals
Learn about people’s stories, ask questions, feed your soul.
There’s so much happiness out there - you just need to be brave enough to see it,
Work hard and the results will follow,
but you need to start in order to believe it.
Wake up every morning feeling passionate and carefree,
knowing you haven’t settled for a 9-5 routine.
There’s so much out there, an abundance of opportunity
don’t let it go to waste because you were too scared to dream.
This year I got to feel, like really feel
understand who I am as a person and connect with people,
I feel like I actually have a voice now and I use it to talk about things that matter
I’m finally doing something I love,
Here’s to the next chapter!
- published: 08 Oct 2016
- views: 149660