Lorenda Wilson

[Spoken]

Lorenda Wilson
-My Harlequin Mask


The air filters my emotion,
To seep slow from
the holes of my heart.
She loved the way I look.
Her dying love
For someone like me
Shows off the scars
With polka dotted scabs.
I
Am
Nothing
More
Than
A
Man
Wanting
Life
To come spill its way,
Through fire and brimstone
And hug me tight;
While your finger tips
Lacerate ashes all over my back.
-to show it hurts to love you

Love
.
.
.
I barely know
Pain is what I hold dearly
Help is what I need
But tears is what I get
For waiting to long…
For you to come save me
My equilibrium falters
Titter tottering over pint daggers
Of hidden manifesto’s of anguish.
Titanium wrists
Cold steel piercing
Clutched fists
Eyes closing, swinging
Each and every way.
I was ridiculed
To the shortness of life
Each puff I took from my disease
Was getting me closer to you
-I think
Altercated emotions
Flaunt deviously with
Tainted smiles, forcing a disguised
Happiness to rest gently upon
-my heart
.
.
.
See there you go again
With all that soft shit.
Maybe you were made
To be a broke bitch,
Whose scared to take control
And even more scared
To
Look
Past
The
Fake
And
Realize
The
Authentic
Made
Hearts
From the hidden
Factory of broken dreams.
Blah…
What the fuck… ev..
..shh…
Someone is coming.
They must not see
The other half of me
So I slide my alter ego…
… under the image of-
Me being sick
(Of You)
Hmm…
… false alarm it was
The beat of life
Behind my chest.
So-
I shove my heart
Into a quarrel of quicksand
Drowning each beat it takes
From the presence of her.
She keeps laughing at me.
I can’t stand her, dimples,
Engraved into the pre-historic
Cheeks that spew my emotions,
All over the noose of my-
Morale fabricated love.
I wake every morning with
This feeling of pain,
Hiding behind the cracks
Of my heart;
That leaks with each day
Gone by-
So goodbye to you
I have worn myself,
I am exhausted
Tired
Withered
Wilted
Of this feeling.
I cut the mask slowly
Of the face that is shadowed.
I finally see the aura
Of brightness color
A painting vividly across
The real mask that was hidden.

Goodbye self,
I have grown tired of you,
So I grew a new me
And found happiness
Past the crooked smile
That was center pieced
On anguish- I dried my tears
And let myself go.

I am finally eighteen.

[fazeT]

cool shit, hella long and stretched tha fuck!
stay up

[Spoken]

dude i just posted it and you replied already damn now i know people dont read my shit

[Soule]

My Harlequin Mask



I feel loved.

[Spoken]

lol. feed my dude i know you want to.

[XM]

Now isn't this quite impressive...trying to show me up huh? this is more then good for any and all who know me im real big on vocabulary and this is the best piece i've read in quite a while, love being most of the topics for poetry but life experiences so much through love the pain, the joy, the sorrow, the anger, any and every emotion within such a piece is unlimited but the flip on this was amazing really personifying yourself in sorta a 3rd person point of view for you are the narrator of your own life i have to say props on this drop and i'll be nom. this

Goodbye self,
I have grown tired of you,
So I grew a new me
And found happiness
Past the crooked smile
That was center pieced
On anguish- I dried my tears
And let myself go.

^^Pure

[Spoken]

big ups my dude!

[Ebolorama]

I shove my heart
Into a quarrel of quicksand
Drowning each beat it takes
From the presence of her.
She keeps laughing at me.
I can’t stand her, dimples,
Engraved into the pre-historic
Cheeks that spew my emotions,
All over the noose of my-
Morale fabricated love.

I really liked this. I thought that the tone was real nice and that this would sound really nice as a spoken word. I don't know if you have heard of stone sour but on there first CD the last track they have a poem and I sort of pictured this sounding like that. I felt that the emotion was really nice and this whole piece was very consistent. The imagery was good as well. Nice job man

[Spoken]

thanks ebo i appreciate your time

[Spoken Deity]

links?

[Atti]

it felt, long. here and there you'd draw me back with a line i'd find interesting and i keep reading in hopes of the entire piece taking a similar route, however, it never quite came to be. nothing particularly was 'bad.' the piece in general just lacked anything behind it. the emotional didn't give me any of that touching, heart felt sensation; nor did the imagery at any point really leave me with a new/unique image to toy with in regards to your concept overall. but again, nothing was, wrong. it just felt like a piece a step short of reaching the top of the stairs if you know what i mean.

[Spoken]

Word atti? this piece here honestly i wrote in a span of 30 minutes for IE cause i didnt want to no show due to me being with problems presonally so i pushed things i felt this piece was really a forced read... only reason i posted it was because i wanted to have a match ya know what i mean... thanks for the honest comment so i replied with a honest point from me cause i did do it rushed...was surprised i won with this verse also the fact that i gotHOF nomination ya know...thanks guys

[Alphaeus]

I barely know
Pain is what I hold dearly
Help is what I need
But tears is what I get
For waiting to long…
For you to come save me
My equilibrium falters
Titter tottering over pint daggers
Of hidden manifesto’s of anguish.
Titanium wrists
Cold steel piercing
Clutched fists
Eyes closing, swinging
Each and every way.
I was ridiculed
To the shortness of life
Each puff I took from my disease
Was getting me closer to you
-I think
Altercated emotions
Flaunt deviously with
Tainted smiles, forcing a disguised
Happiness to rest gently upon
-my heart}

Sweet Jesus.
(sorry for the long quote, but I had to do it)

That middle stanza is incredible man.
I felt every word of it as if I was writing it myself.
I read you did this in 30 minutes of IE, well keep doing it.
Honestly you open up pieces and see how long they are and your like shit wtf…
But I thought I’d give it a read and I’m glad I did…
This middle stanza honestly contained everything I like to read,
It was well written, well presented, imagery and emotions were just seeping out of this piece. I had to read it twice for it to sink it and so that I could appreciate the depth of your writing. The title was nice and gave it that personal feeling. Very, very good
Also I saw what Eboorama said and I agree, this would be perfect for a spoken word.