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 | no se lo que soy (i dont know what am i)By » tututs on Mon Dec 22, 20080 Comments | No se que soy ni lo que hago, solo veo en las miradas el brillo de la realizacion… he encontrado el rito de la luna, y he seguido el rito del sol… ahora renovado, y reencontrado, me muevo en una nueva direccion… |
 | OOOO Love Lee Port Writs Dazzle UsBy » earthyspirit on Sat Dec 20, 20080 Comments | World seize airse sir kiss I', love you~ Who is my name What was the rain When I have game Where is mine aim Why we raise grain How I love you day Which for sum is fun Yes once again there is a goal Yet twice times space led dancing seals Ys farts once said camel dung arrived You dare... |
 | Philosophie 1By » BirdyHtiD on Tue Dec 16, 20080 Comments | Accepter notre ignorance est déjà un bon pas vers la connaîssance! |
 | KraboulBy » CaptainAnarchy on Sat Dec 13, 20080 Comments | Kraboul moulant désolées filles du printemps. Apparence de disparaître ou l'art de naître sans croire aux dauphins. Tu t'emportes en y allant, tu te défais en revenant. Soit plus prudent quand tu montres les dents. Un jour peut-être nous allons jaunir de pisse ou de rire. Dans... |
 | you think you can break the code.By » KryzStof_Wisher on Fri Dec 12, 20080 Comments | You think you can break the code. or is it just to create/cause. Chaos(Prayers).Find the source...... is it so easy to let it go? Oh! let go.(ego)lol. Oh please dont get surprised.................Go. Havent had enough....oh you clear mind.be with me.... atleast you mine. the lonliness....what is... |
| ReflejosBy » tututs on Sun Dec 7, 20080 Comments | A un lado de la luna donde no me puedo reflejar, el espiritu sempiterno de la aurora me abandona… aliento interrumpido… y exhalar… tejidos sin sentido de pensamientos, cantos recurrentes de angustia y perdición… caminos de atadura … maldiciones repetidas, heridas... |
| roja lunaBy » tututs on Sun Dec 7, 20080 Comments | Cual rojo carmesí quisiera ser rubi? Confitado por la andanza, es mejor la lontananza Sucitando recuerdos fugaces, ablativos de la aurora Construyendo en ausencias su objetivo, Calmando asi su marchar lascivo. Solo trazas de barro siendo esculpido Son la calza que sostiene el deseo... |
 | Another one.By » Fubar420 on Fri Dec 5, 20080 Comments | Roses are purple, Violets are red. Daisys transparent, the flowers are dead.The floor is inviting, the music, alive, i'll surely be dancing, if i'm still alive. |
 | Ruby TuesdayBy » soberVISIONS on Wed Dec 3, 20080 Comments | After living five-years under a thick and dizzy spell of mixed uppers and downers, there are only two ways to quit (without relapsing). One being death (duh) and the other being hitting rock bottom, (a stepping-stone til’ the black wardrobe comes to fashion). It was a Tuesday, and... |
| Ravers CreedBy » Fubar420 on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | I am a Raver. I believe in Plurr. I give hugs. I celebrate the underground. Dancing and music are my lifeblood. I am a kandirific jungle bunny. I pledge my life to the massive tribal family that celebrates with me. I am not a junkie. I am not a freak. I am not wasting my time. I will show... |
| Where Are You?By » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20081 Comment | what happened to the righteous? i need an intellectual mind, who without word will instantaneously poke me and casually inform me of my bone measurements (WHERE ARE YOU?) it seems everyone but me at birth was performed a lobotomy, who now are dulled daily, amused by materials, and... |
| The Boiler RoomBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | temperature rising – fever is high sweat is sweet, and everything you eat is cotton-coated divinity blows out your nose, the cold caught in the brain (uh-oh) a (squealing-schizo) convulsion is common confusion is natural illusion is clear (fear is nothing, because he... |
| Speed BallBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20081 Comment | i have gone so far out, i just might not come back at all! each and every silent stare triggers a fire-coated bullet, i have become swiss-cheese (THE BUBBLEBATH) i soak in my loathing fear imitating innocence with my unbearable stench of guilt, and a nose as long as Pinocchio eyes... |
| SquareBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | television alters (your) brain chemicals the mental architecture crumbles rubble the ill(s) of society are boxed behind a staticy rainbow of bla bla bla’s and ha ha ha’s |
| RougeBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | i’ve stood the teeter-totter heights the abscesses bloom poppy skirts, the bloody motor is beat (beat and brittle) my leg is a chipped peg, a lain log with a creaking tap to silence innocence immune to banana gas, my dullness is electrifying an empty bowl full of pits, the whores... |
| My New FriendBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20081 Comment | you say you are ill me, a mirror of your every flaw (VICIOUSNESS) my hand a cat claw (HISS-HISS) my height, expensive and unbreakable jumpy as a mexican-bean, frogs for licks, i can taste your tricks you are a fever, hallucinations and backflips a slow surrender to the divine... |
| MurphyBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | diamond eyes cocaine confessions she knows tragic truth bunny-ear flop for fingers casual jitters a catatonic bop, a worn-out epileptic rejecting her secret combinations of medication eight lives dipped in powder one death: the invisible obstacle eelapse, the b r o... |
| InvitationBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20081 Comment | what i am about to pen will never be performed as words echoing in an ear from out my mouth never there are no loose screws with solid ink (voices are deceiving and in my case, occasionally delusions) i am always when writing, masked, suited, disguised, and naturally we all... |
| AutomaticBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20081 Comment | steel plated carpet: snugglin’ the fools (for utensils) lost in bubblewrap curl-top babies spit & giggle for the endlessness of cold never rusted (you) sit on the (energized) rocking chair with techs-fresh nutrients and microwaved eggs-scrambled giddy-memories delicately captured are... |
| (Red Death) Blotter AcidBy » soberVISIONS on Tue Dec 2, 20080 Comments | she painted the room red with her paranoiac fever ranting with knives & safety pins “almighty no-body! mark your position you sac-less (un)preachable!” (her illness had no eternal cure) the plan had burnt past popcorn eyes & giddy buckteeth i planted two plastic trees, told... |
| FatherBy » earthyspirit on Mon Dec 1, 20081 Comment | so everything on the outside is a reflection of the inside and the words all stand for some game an attempt ad forcing an issue the fear factor of ass ending how to high does one ass end why is it so import you keep pushing me and trying to force me though you don't seem to have the balls... |
| AnnedBy » earthyspirit on Wed Nov 26, 20080 Comments | Who am I to correct anyone? Everyone seems to be doing fine. The lessons are clear enough and we ignore them The consequences of actions stand visibly lucid You want a leader, a chief some part of me I lost to stand up from this dream and take charge and reshape the state of airs and... |
 | La perception des autres ...By » Magmatix on Mon Nov 24, 20080 Comments | Il existe une relation entre ... Un tout en harmonisation ... Et ses origines divines ... Puis le puît sans fin ... De mystères ... Non percé ... À ce jour ... Selon l'émotion établis ... Ce dresse une multitude de réactions ... Ainsi arrive le cheminement de nos certitudes... |
 | Hymn to Lucifer (by Aleister Crowley)By » zahori_x on Mon Nov 24, 20080 Comments | Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable machine, exact He paces an inane and pointless path To glut brute appetites, his sole content How tedious were he fit to comprehend Himself! More, this our noble element Of fire in... |
 | MoronBy » DiddyKong on Thu Nov 20, 20080 Comments | Moron... Moron... ... Moron..... I'm a fucking MORON! That's it.. That's all! |
| AliceBy » DiddyKong on Mon Nov 17, 20080 Comments | I dream of you. Every night I dream of you. And in my dream, you're next to me, And we embrace throughout the night |
| Dans l'abstraite incertitude ...By » Magmatix on Fri Nov 14, 20080 Comments | Regarde l'espace d'un instant ... Ce panorama plus ouvert sur le monde ... En plein coeur d'une suspension du temps ... Les plus ambitieuses et splendides création ... Vibre aux rythme de ceux et celles ... Qui rêve d'un monde meilleur ... Un céleste moment est prêté ... À l'aspirant... |
| Is N.E. Thing Wrong?By » earthyspirit on Fri Nov 14, 20080 Comments | I feel the need to question why to search and seek to learn and wonder and climb that peak I feel the determination of a world wanting to clarify the reason for a yes and no thing Is and isnt a thing both right and wrong is and isnt the high and the low road leading both forward and back is... |
| All The Four Got ten WordsBy » earthyspirit on Fri Nov 14, 20080 Comments | It's seems like we're always together and never apart you want me to tell you how I feel but it is you it has always been you who told me my feelings and I could never be honest with myself as honest as you were when we stood face to face I want to tell you my brows raise and squint I look... |
 | Ode to BassBy » ImAFuckinNinja on Thu Nov 13, 20080 Comments | Oh, Bass how I love thee How you mean so much to me You make me quiver to my core Especially when on the dance floor Trance, Hardcore, even Psy Vibrations running up my thigh The *omph*thump*bang* that never ends No matter what style, my love transcends In my favorite songs Even my... |
| Les brouillards de mon âme ...By » Magmatix on Thu Nov 13, 20080 Comments | Jours aprés jours, sans relâche sans répit ... En m'illuminant et en me consolant ... S'évanouisses mes tènébres intérieures ... La lumière est ma force et mon réconfort ... Elle est la caractéristique la plus profonde ... De mon amour ... La richesse de mon fruit spirituel... |
| Are Oui WonBy » earthyspirit on Tue Nov 11, 20080 Comments | Yes did win in days passed bi though fute sures flight in names like fry if few are we when time let still be still and light last rine least of all my heart forlorn when effort made arrives a thorn shoaled air and winned won one thers why daft pickled sit you a shone fi fa there... |
| You ThereBy » earthyspirit on Sun Nov 9, 20080 Comments | You knew all along hid the truth in plain sight making the better path seem evil and the lessor path seem good adding sickness to the body keeping me from you or keeping you from me willing prisoner in not realizing free dumb is paid for bi love ever mouthful, ever sip keeping the woo man... |
 | "Abelard to Eloise" by Roger DonwayBy » ShdwKnght on Wed Nov 5, 20080 Comments | In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it... |
| A Ramble in St. James' Park by John Wilmot, Second Earl of RochesterBy » ShdwKnght on Wed Nov 5, 20080 Comments | Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do hear From those that diet at the Bear), When I, who still take care to see Drunkenness relieved by lechery, Weent out into St. James's Park To cool my head and fire my heart. But though... |
 | Mort 0.1By » EmbalmingFluid on Sat Oct 18, 20080 Comments | Un bruit creux ... Quelques sifflements sauvages ... La crasse résonne tout autour de ma tête Prophète maudit, mangelivres et femme bleu vide ... charognards de sang, laissez vous submerger par une nouvelle ère Bruler vos chairs pourries et Libérer vous, humain Manger enfants et... |
 | Les monumentsBy » sefo on Sat Oct 11, 20080 Comments | Les choses partent trop rapidement On a tous besoin de repères Comme dans mon parc, le monument Seul inchangé dans mon quartier Au coin, le cordonnier devient salon de massage On démolit la façade Le portrait change de visage Notre attention s'portrait face à d' Face à des décors... |
| Steaks & pinte de laitBy » sefo on Sat Oct 11, 20080 Comments | Ils ont insultés les vaches Et l’on fait sur leur terrain Sur le beau terrain des vaches Agricole pour les marins Des gens ont mit des clôtures Restreignant leur pâturage Étourdies par les voitures Dont l’odeur les enrage L’hiver dernier, en panique Des fermiers, barbes... |
| B2By » sefo on Sat Oct 11, 20080 Comments | Mettre au monde, sous l’horloge Ses secondes, heures et pire Un enfant qui limoge Mon verbe jusque mes dires Comme un stress, incessant Qui nous blesse dans le temps Comme grand cri strident Tel qu’il fend les tympans Partager ses temps libre Avec son inconnu Tout nouveau, ce corps... |
| L'assiette végétarienneBy » sefo on Sat Oct 11, 20081 Comment | Rêve parfumé de couleurs Dans un jardin qui grouille au vent Le tout cueillis pour l’intérieur Légumes vivant bouillant dedans Le p’tit chaudron sur le rond chaud Avec des fruits qui, l’entourant Rendent l’ensemble plus attrayant Si on oublie les artichauts Favoritisme ou... |
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