Urban Rants
Urban Rants were created to have a space to say random thoughts, rants, or feelings. This page is open to the public for all to post. Still, Please be respectful of others in the Urban Poems community. Sometimes you just need to say it out loud without making it into a big deal. That is what Rants & Raves is for. I feel this is a great option for visitors of Urban Poems to get a vibe of others by using Community Post. Urban Rants was created because I myself love to express random thoughts.
Even so typing it out loud just gets it off of my chest. Most Social Media forces you to create a profile; which let’s face it people will stone you for anything you say. At least here you can just change your username and keep chatting lol. Hey let them argue with themselves. With that being said that doesn’t mean you should be a troll. It is just to say that you can abandon a social media disagreement if you wish. Anyways, chat away.
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I think you got this confused – the only thing I asked you to do is be responsible for you… You can’t make a horse drink water, so when it comes to begging, trust me when I say, on that, I’m cool… I don’t have to be down with the biggest crew. I rather follow what the good do. I don’t want to blame all of my problems on the little dude… I don’t look at his feet when my toes hurt in my shoes… I look at my own, or tough it out, until I can see it through… I work on me; you work on you… What is there to argue? I can’t fix you, you can’t fix me, only by working on the one in our own mirror can we be renewed… Although, when it comes to you, all I ever heard is the hate you spewed… I rather avoid you, because when it comes to love, you wouldn’t have a clue.
Full Version of New Poem Titled: Church Stoic Out Now! 💛💛💛
Full Version of New Poem Titled: Where From Here Out Now! 💙💙💙
Preview of New Poem Coming Soon:
Author: Jim Kelly
As I sat
in my pew—
proper,
stoic,
church stoic.
That
was my teaching:
Shhh…
Relax your mind…
overdrive declining…
in this silent room, I decide…
take me somewhere, where the world is mine…
on an island, with no eyes prying…
calm energy rising, silence…
connecting with my inner lion, my power comes alive…
I found a place in my mind to thrive…
Drawing these thick lines –
between this world and the world outside…
arise energy of the divine…
floating I am, in this world and time…
drifting into this vibration, leaving my worries all behind…
rubbing my hands through your grass –
eating fruit of the trees, from the eyes, I look up and I smize…
feeling pride inside, peace rising…
distant from the never-ending divide…
no judgement, no fights…
it feels safe to be kind –
to be wise…
to be clumsy on the side…
I feel free here – twirling around in this open wide…
this world is mine –
a world in my mind…
Full Version of New Poem Titled: As The Heart Wishes Out Now! ❤️💚💙
Full Version of New Poem Titled: Like Seasons Out Now! 💛🧡💜💚
(Updates) The more I see – is the more I realize, you don’t know a thing about me. Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you believe… this is an expression of my art – I don’t care if you feel pleased… Attention that don’t pay fees is unworthy for me to seek… Now, this is poetry. Okay so you wanted me to speak, when you gone learn, you can’t handle the way these words beat. Yeah, I don’t pretend, so what made you conceive, I needed you to see me as sweet… I can be, but everything I do is genuine, even when I take it to the streets… You can’t box me, I don’t fit in, I never sought those goals you imagined I’d peak. How do you become so delusional that you start imagining that I was some kind of celebrity. I understand in many ways, I am extraordinary, but I am the girl next door who is okay with being ordinary. I got a voice that’ll make you more than ready… I was born to wear this. How you gone check this? I never did nothing to you but I got so much talent your hurt feelings made you say I’m reckless… Please spare me with your checklist… I’m good with being me. Retrieve your feelings at the door. If talent from the meek, makes you feel weak, then consider me a beast…
The more I see – is the more I realize, you don’t know a thing about me. Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you believe… this is an expression of my art – I don’t care if you feel pleased… Attention that don’t pay fees is unworthy for me to seek… Now, this is poetry. Okay so you wanted me to speak, when you gone learn, you can’t handle the way these words beat. Yeah, I don’t pretend, so what made you conceive, I needed you to see me as sweet… I can be, but everything I do is genuine, even when I take it to the streets… You can’t box me, I don’t fit in, I never sought those goals you imagined I’d peak. How do you become so delusional that you start imagining that I was some kind of celebrity. I understand in many ways, I am extraordinary, but I am the girl next door who is okay with being ordinary. I got a voice that’ll make you more than ready… I was born to wear this. How you gone check this? I never did nothing to you but I got so much talent your hurt feelings made you say I’m reckless… Please spare me with your checklist… I’m good with being me.
The more I see – is the more I realize, you don’t know a thing about me. Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you believe… this is an expression of my art – I don’t care if you feel pleased… Attention that don’t pay fees is unworthy for me to seek… Now, this is poetry. Okay so you wanted me to speak, when you gone learn, you can’t handle the way these words beat. Yeah, I don’t pretend, so what made you conceive, I needed you to see me as sweet… I can be, but everything I do is genuine, even when I take it to the streets… You can’t box me, I don’t fit in, I never sought those goals you imagined I’d peak. How do you become so delusional that you start imagining that I was some kind of celebrity. I understand in many ways I am extraordinary, but I am the girl next door who is okay with being ordinary. I got a voice that’ll make you more than ready… I was born to where this. How you gone check this? I never did nothing to you but I got so much talent your hurt feelings made you say I’m reckless… Please spare me with your checklist… I’m good with being me.
“When I look at a painting I want to feel like it is living and inviting me to live.”
My peace within, is not a smile I append. It is a single moment that begins a climbing and trends the overcoming of all the days I had to pretend… It is not meant for me to feel at peace at every day’s end. It is me understanding that when greatness is not appointed in a secret room of women and men but more so a soul in which the Most High tends, greatness becomes the betrayer of old friends. I am at peace because I know the hate you vent has always been about you needing me take in your hate for you to feel content with your sins. So, I am at peace with moving on from trying to convince a soul that I now know could never comprehend. I get peace from knowing that it’s okay not to be okay with how jealousy seeks to apprehend. I know that it is not about me but a problem with another needing to feel better, even if it is a lie and even if their need for that feeling means they have pinned what is good as the enemy they must prevent. When a cloud 9 made of evil intent leeks into reality, reality becomes a script in which puppets with no pen, consent or attend and the strings invent. Realizing they wanted my spirit broken to fit in, I chose to be who I have always been, unapologetically me — and my soul got the win. What’s sad, is you interpreting words like peace and love, as me seeking revenge… My peace is energy within that amends… Hate could never match this binge… It is light, it floats, it is still and ascends. Peace is an individual experience, and it is okay if yours matches or has a different zen. In the essence of peace, I only wanted for us to be kin.
With you, a peaceful silence sets in. Your waves flow behind my eyes as the colors of the world around me begin to blend. My mind drops to a smooth beat as your soothing of me begins… Like a mirror, I look into you, trying to understand how your healing is more moving with light winds… Reflectors of the pink sky rest upon you, making me smile a little and pinch my eyes to take your beauty in through a blurry lens… Sending me chills from the mixing of the sunlight tending to your waves with the ever changing shades applied to your base with an earthly, natural, intense, intent… I hear your journey is not as vast as the ocean but no less beautiful, and I will follow your story, over and again, until the river bends…
Too tired to beef… too much peace… too many tears I need to release… too much me…
Too tired of trying to please… too tired of hearing never-ending reasons… too tired of trying to convince me and you to be we…
Too tired of you fighting you but wanting to see me beat… Too tired of being a loner that’s expected to lead…So tired of your intentions to point my way as you mislead.
Don’t you know that leaders have sheep? So, who or what could that be? Could it be societies’ selfish needs?
I love to hear a fancy speech but too tired to believe… but never too tired to reach… never too tired to see what I can do with my own feet… I admit, I do like the sound of we. Though, I know, the one person in whom I can at least trust in intention — is me.