darthleslie on Twitter “a video i edited for my poem “Hurt people, hurt people” https://t.co/yWEeiJaSyF” twitter.com

A spoken word piece by myself, “lex, the poet” , Called ‘Just a Pair of Jeans.’ about a pair of jeans being used as a metaphor for my younger days. Hope you enjoy - LEX, THE POET

I like to imagine what lies beyond the frame of a paintingThe art that it's a piece ofThe thoughts things were created from(The feathers of a dove)The process between an idea And a final product...Though I wish we could share all our inspirations Maybe some things should stay private Even the most beautiful thoughtsSometimes really ought not To be exposed as they are to the world Some potential...

-"Love?" "Nothing is more beautiful than two people who are all over eachother. The way they glance at eachother across the room as if they've never ... hopelesslydiverted.blogspot.com "Nothing is more beautiful than two people who are all over eachother. The way they glance at eachother across the room as if they've never seen anyone, nor anything more perfect. The w...

Lofi, hiphop, with spoken word samples, and compressed 808's 🧡🧔🏻🥭

View this post on Instagram My condolences go out to the families who have been hit by this tragedy. Excuse my French #elpaso #elpasoshooting #tragedy #deepcondolences #condolences #elpasostrong #massshooting #whitesupremacists A post shared by MUSIC + SPOKEN + COMMENTARY (@dami0503) on Aug 19, 2019 at 12:18pm PDT I recently just lost a loved one and lookin...

The likelihood of my 'someday' aspirations is equivalent to the overbearing thoughts that conjure from solitude  Reactionary visions rather that of acting upon visionary ambitions The unceasing delays of 'tomorrow will be' has become a conflicting entity in itself with its potent message clouded by the potential consequences of wishful thinking to what the embryo of success is My greatest fear ...

Good girls,Are grateful,Good girls let the hateful,Thing slide, because,It’s none of their business anyway,Because it’s,Not their place,Because she knows if she opens her mouth,Her face will betray her,Her emotions will be traced,Her rage, will spill over,Good girls, keep the vacant smiles,And think of everything good,In good girls lives.Like how these good girls,Could wear spaghetti straps,But...

There’s something about a girl with a mic,On a stage,Where her rage,Echoes until it’s part of the room,Where her voice fills the room,And you have to listen,To the little girl indignant,Standing tall but so small must be ignorant,Only fifteen, what could she know about the real world,Only that her world is being stolen away.There’s something about a girl who isn’t smiling,Who is not quite quiet...

She sits in her chairDay by dayWatching the green leaves turn brownAnd the sun waste awayHer mind gazes into the vortexWhere her dreams are awokenThere’s so much life in herBut still it remains unspokenA fruitful, rich and colourful treeTucked away in a shellGuarded from realityIt slips and hitsPressurePushPopCrackA fracture line detailed along the backHer glow is too bright to conceal  No way...

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Don't want to get older Because I've been young foreverIt takes a graveyard to have a revelation.I see a lady taking a selfie of her head, by a stoneWe're there now In culture, and the likes But who knows why she's doing it and what for So Okay.I drop my phoneThe sun shines through the conundrumZeitgeist humdrumIn the day and ageFrancesca BarnesInstagram:@francescarainey