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 | Dead poet societyBy » nightlife on Sat May 4, 20130 Comments | I went to the wood because I wanted to live deliberately ... I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life! To put to rout all that was not life… And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. - Henry David Thoreau |
| What they know 'bout usBy » evahafter on Tue Feb 26, 20130 Comments | You might know me From an era when no one knew About us When we were together When we were underground Damn, I miss us If you’re one of us from back in the day Then yeah, without a doubt We crossed paths It’s even likely that we danced All night Yeah, that’s... |
| Angels and DemonsBy » NubiKing on Thu May 24, 20120 Comments | Everyone wants a piece of the bloody angel who walks the lands It walks around as if there is no plan! But the plan is set before, Put in action before there was thought, Angle to the rescue, Is what I love, angles to the rescue Always busy with a task, Based of your faith, angles comes in... |
| The PressuresBy » NubiKing on Thu Mar 22, 20120 Comments | Something pulls me, Another one push me, One directs me, And the other absorbs me, I am just a baby, Early in my recovery, Very vulnerable , Chasing security, Everyone calm in their dins, Seems like I am the only one with sin? Are they master's of disguise? Are they experts in the... |
| Tough LoveBy » NubiKing on Thu Mar 22, 20120 Comments | How can one love, while being tough? I ask myself, How can someone Love, While being tough? For one has to love, to know tough love, Tough love is from within, When you love, and you are tough, All you get is tough love! Tough love is not hate! Tough love is most likely fate! Tough love... |
 | raging against the dying lightBy » M-A-X on Thu Dec 29, 20110 Comments | You can't give up You can't go gentle You got to rage against the dying of the light |
 | Sommeil absentBy » Rocks on Thu Dec 15, 20110 Comments | Allongée à côté de toi Dans ce lit qui est le nôtre Mais pas le mien Je savoure chacun des contacts De ton corps sur le mien Tu dors mal Mais j'aimerais que tu ne dormes pas Qu'on se regarde dans les yeux À demi effacés par la pénombre Que tu me demandes pourquoi je t'aime Et que... |
 | sword masterBy » BizZARo on Sat Oct 29, 20110 Comments | "Become unpredictable, strike from your subconscious mind, let your moves flow out of your individual essence. Even the most masterful opponent will fall from a strike that has no history or reference. The moves created from your own individual unique essence may suprise even you." |
| the way of the samuraiBy » BizZARo on Sat Oct 29, 20110 Comments | "The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of... |
 | Roll A B rouillonsBy » Noam-Jacou on Sat Oct 22, 20110 Comments | Y3s tyhisd the bomb you need no glassez on if you wanna hear my flow bumpumbap just follow that temp L o IAM smarter than the most retarded so come up to me and ask for cash or you'll get send back to clack black strap your face to a cadilac cic Mé Lasse |
| Misery BusinessBy » Rocks on Wed Oct 12, 20110 Comments | - Une chanson de Paramore - I'm in the business of misery Let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass That's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine She caught him by the mouth I waited eight long months She finally... |
 | Liberté-EluardBy » Avalon on Wed Sep 28, 20110 Comments | Sur mes cahiers d'écolier Sur mon pupitre et les arbres Sur le sable de neige J'écris ton nom Sur les pages lues Sur toutes les pages blanches Pierre sang papier ou cendre J'écris ton nom Sur les images dorées Sur les armes des guerriers Sur la couronne des rois J'écris ton... |
 | The pavementBy » vj_albireo on Sun Sep 18, 20110 Comments | Laying in bed this sunny sunday afternoon Still drowning and still drawn by the pull of the moon My eyes are sea, the tide is high, the tide is low My body like a weed sending seeds in the snow Meanings now meaningless, an upside down hangman holding a golden cup full of grey crumbs and... |
 | JabberwockyBy » Lucid-Raver on Sat Aug 27, 20110 Comments | ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal... |
| He Wishes for the Cloths of HeavenBy » Lucid-Raver on Sat Aug 27, 20110 Comments | Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread... |
| L'heure exquiseBy » Lucid-Raver on Sat Aug 27, 20110 Comments | La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée ... Ô bien-aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure ... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du... |
 | the decisionBy » raveralex on Sat Jun 11, 20111 Comment | look across the dark valley where wheatgrass stands like the brissling hair of a wild dog. and billowing thunder rolls overhead, unfolding across the sky. the air is charged and scintillates cool breeze in anticipation; was that a raindrop? too much weight added to a glass table. stepping... |
 | SukieBy » MunchieBunny on Thu Jun 2, 20111 Comment | I should have just walked away I shouldn’t just ignored it Like something I couldn’t see Like something so beneath me Ah… Why did I look at you at all? I should have just ran away I should acted like if, didn’t hear you at all I wish I could silence Oh… That voice that’s... |
 | ♆ Harem ♆By » LaPorcelaine on Mon May 30, 20110 Comments | Ça me démange dans le bas du ventre. Comme un serpent qui roule sur lui-même. Ça grouille de vie dans mon entre. C'est le Psytrance, mon Harem. ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ |
 | Guinness.By » Be-bop-A-Lula on Mon Apr 11, 20110 Comments | Je t'invite chez moi. Au bord de la rivière et des larmes. Et tu ne te sentiras plus jamais seule. Du moins, jusqu'à demain. Quand tu partiras. Sur un air de piano. Bach, avec ses doigts lourds de baisers. De baisers mortels. Qui tue la mort. Qui mord l'ennui. Qui s'ennui... |
| Longs cris et jours intenses.By » Be-bop-A-Lula on Mon Apr 11, 20110 Comments | Fais de moi : Éphémère. Comme l'est la vie de toute façon. Et ris avec moi de mon frère. Qui croit avoir tout compris. Un peu comme moi, sans raison. |
| Fond de train dans le boudoir.By » Be-bop-A-Lula on Mon Apr 11, 20110 Comments | T’es sur la piste de chance. Tu danses. Et t’envie. T’es en vie. Tiens, prends ça. Un leftover de ma grand-mère qui s’ennuie. La blanche. Le blanc-mange affaiblit. Tis-gars-tites-filles en vacances. Rythmes-Transes-Sans-Sandales. Désirs transcendantales. Hostie de comique. |
 | Les vers dorés de Pythagore (traduction de Fabre d'Olivet)By » Vervandi on Thu Apr 7, 20110 Comments | Sois bon fils, frère juste, époux tendre et bon père (4). Choisis pour ton ami, l'ami de la vertu ; Cède à ses doux conseils, instruis-toi par sa vie, Et pour un tort léger ne le quitte jamais (5) ; Si tu le peux du moins : car une loi sévère Attache la Puissance à la Nécessit... |
| Obstacle no1By » Vervandi on Tue Mar 15, 20110 Comments | Le temps, du temps pour nous convertir, jouir et implorer les changements favorables envers notre existence. Développer nos talents, démontrer notre Amour Véritable envers les autres, notre famille, nos amis. Attiser les discussions enflammées des êtres évolués qui avec toute la minutie de... |
| HumainsBy » Vervandi on Tue Mar 15, 20110 Comments | Qu’est ce qui fait que nous sommes humains ? Somme nous si différent du reste de l’existence ? Y’a-t-il quelque chose à l’intérieur de nous qui nous rend réellement unique ? Est-ce la capacité d’aimer ? Est-ce la capacité de souffrir ? Est-ce la capacité d’espéré Est-ce la... |
| How High can you fly?By » MunchieBunny on Mon Mar 14, 20112 Comments | I have waited for you all my life I have lost you once and now twice Could the third be now? or in a future life? You like to dance and get high All I need to fly is the sight of you While you party the night away I'm home making it comfy for you to come back to While you were tripping on... |
| KBy » LaPorcelaine on Mon Feb 28, 20110 Comments | Encore un p'tit peu de K dans mes crottes de Nez. |
 | healingBy » AYkiN0XiA on Wed Feb 2, 20110 Comments | deverse sur une page l'encre de tes larmes les mots dans tes poings, la douleur de ton ame dans toute cette froideur la plume devient flamme elle porte la lumiere, elle est une de tes armes deviens celui qui chante, celui qui a compris allumeur d'incendie ou guerrier insoumis celui qui a... |
 | Songe articuléBy » Feelix on Sun Jan 30, 20110 Comments | Plonger dans le noir, le soleil s'est lever depuis trop longtemps Peut-etre caché, peut-etre absent Trop tard, trop de bonheur Les sons se disjonctent et se succedent La lumière absente les rend silencieux Je ne recoit que les ondes que mon encéphale interprete à sa maniere Mélange de... |
| Volt et voltaireBy » Feelix on Sun Jan 30, 20110 Comments | The needle tears a hole Neil Young accroché sur un pole Le punk qui vomit un accord barré Sur lequel son poignet s'est eccorché L'insonorisation à outrance Le voisin gueule en silence Moi je l'entend, le son de sa triste mélodie Comme un concerto sans symphonie Les vibrations de mes... |
 | Ma petite LuneBy » etoile-de-mer05 on Fri Jan 14, 20110 Comments | Depuis que tu es parti, J'ai encore le coeur bouleversée et nouée de chagrin, La gorge serré je n'arrive plus a pleurer, J'essaie de me faire a l'idée que tu es parti pour l'éternité, Je trouve sa dure d'accepter le fait que je ne te reverrai plus jamais... J'aurais eu tellement de chose... |
| Ayoye!!By » etoile-de-mer05 on Fri Jan 14, 20110 Comments | Coeur noué de chagrin va poursuivre son chemin vers le destins qui seras au loin sans que tu ne soie très loin même si tu est la haut!! Tu va être a mes coter et au coter de tout ceux que tu appréciais tent! Aller va au paradis l'esprit tranquille, tu as accompli ton chemin alors maintenant... |
 | call it what you mustBy » nastasiak on Wed Jan 5, 20111 Comment | I saved your life, when you fucked up mine It was my greatest mistake, yet the thing I am the most proud of You showed me true fear, left me alone, and I am greatful For you are the one who has tought me passion; love and hate You inadvertadly made me passionate about everything that I care... |
| So Long, FarewellBy » nastasiak on Wed Jan 5, 20110 Comments | How are you supposed to feel when what you love is falling apart? When your world falls to pieces, as does your heart? When the people you care about want nothing to do with you. When you fear that they are now through with you. When you lie there so still, all alone, still awake. And you... |
| My ApocalypseBy » nastasiak on Wed Jan 5, 20110 Comments | And if you know the world is ending, I wanna be the last to know. Don't tell me that the sun is dying, I won't be able to let it go. And if you're scared, believe me, your face alone will let it show. You face alone will let me know. When the time comes for last goodbyes. I ask you this... |
 | TodayBy » DynV on Tue Dec 14, 20100 Comments | Today death smiled at me It was so beautiful, so peaceful I was compelled |
 | B.4 halloweenBy » couleombre on Wed Oct 27, 20100 Comments | la lune m'a émerveillé ce soir. Dévorant le néant la colorant de passion. Lune s'abreuvant de thanatos devenant Éros qui me flaire en dessert. Annonçant la veille d'une nostalgique journée qui s'est noyé dans mon égoisme. Tout est clairement relié..///// Voilà, je suis un peu... |
 | ~ ~By » bright_lightning on Sat Sep 4, 20100 Comments | Why drink and drive when you can smoke and fly? <3 |
| luckyduck.By » bright_lightning on Sat Sep 4, 20102 Comments | If the ocean were vodka & I were a duck, I'd swim to the bottom and never come up. But the ocean's not vodka, and I'm not a duck, so pass me a bottle and sht the fuck up. |
 | Little dreamtime IBy » kaywhyellay on Thu Sep 2, 20100 Comments | Little dreamtime I swimming in a stained wink-in-the-drain, trembling fury, beautiful curvy white lies lightning, like crossborn mulberry branches tightly cradling a bleeding star, hairy engorged and breathing out n in far, like vaults of pin balls bouncing every chewing color imaginable... |
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