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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» hayley a répondu le Sat 29 May, 2004 @ 2:50am |
 Coolness: 82710 | This is a sonnet... a 14 lined poem typical to such renowned others a Shakerspeare and Lord Byron. here is my nendition of a sonnet.. in iambic pentametere.. which is 10 beats per line... howdeedoodee
Oh, that my body’s flesh and marrow burn Through gorges grey, to realms of listless ash. And so to ash as well does my heart turn Beneath the fires of loves shameless lash. Within these binds my heart lies tautly bound By promises of love and empty words. Within these binds little hope may be found As hapless cries forever go unheard. I reach for your embrace to salve my wounds, And yet your callous touch burns once again. And thus I think my love’s forever doomed To be my rival rather than my friend. Now human passion does of tears implore – My marred heart is not that which you adore. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» iLotHewHisP a répondu le Sun 30 May, 2004 @ 3:57am |
 Coolness: 36635 | dans t yeux des étoile scintille, La nuit vibre en c mur ou resonne en moi d son plein de couleur, de souvenir qui se penche vers mon coeur, Belle d'Amours, sur ma nuit tombe une illusion profonde... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Mon 31 May, 2004 @ 11:05am |
 Coolness: 71500 | On the DeathbedGo, rest your head on a pillow, leave me alone;
leave me ruined, exhausted from the journey of this night, writhing in a wave of passion till the dawn. Either stay and be forgiving, or, if you like, be cruel and leave. Flee from me, away from trouble; take the path of safety, far from this danger. We have crept into this corner of grief, turning the water wheel with a flow of tears. While a tyrant with a heart of flint slays, and no one says, "Prepare to pay the blood money." Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover. No cure exists for this pain but to die, So why should I say, "Cure this pain"? In a dream last night I saw an ancient one in the garden of love, beckoning with his hand, saying, "Come here." On this path, Love is the emerald, the beautiful green that wards off dragonsnough, I am losing myself. If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse. Kulliyat-i-Shams 2039 |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN a répondu le Tue 1 Jun, 2004 @ 9:41pm |
 Coolness: 148250 | Nature…
The sky surrounds our bodies; We swim into is colorless flora; Like happy creatures learning to be free, floating into the color mingling Who’s graveling in the air, as much as in our flesh. Flesh… Tragic lamentations of the cursed heart are that blasphemy grimace to reality, We are slaves and excite about our pasture land: the rough cut soil is upon the air. Fresh graves lay ready for new permanent inhabitants. The worms are proud to host their new guests for eternity skies. The beetles frightened at first by the new form enveloped in earth, But soon will feast with the thousand other night denizens in a sacrifice to the gods. And god... The impersonal heartbeat surrounds us, Beating as we swim and drown into its colorless drawings; Like blind creatures into the peek of a sclerotic disorder Ruled by gravity, portrayed in the air, Schizophrenic Ink sinking into our epidermis Solidifying in our bone structure. In the heart of blood red rhythmic ambivalence, We bathe into an unleashed mixture, an unpronounced fixture, Our branded bodies implode the fruit of the dream, Like purity lost in the filth of a true paradise While the fire spirit tosses back the dime Back to the crowd. But in long-term situation, it collapses like dawn after rehabilitation, Which is always false, the days seem like nights and the nights seem like death. All I wish for is to hold you one more second, which is all I care for… Why have you left me? You are always in my heart, But my body has run cold with your warmth. “I could try and clutch the fading memory of you after you have left me forever and before the sun sets on my eyes. This painkiller pleasure you have given me, forever on my blood, coursing through the frigid veins of the walking corpse.” Death.. The sky is mellow, but the sky swallows. A tricky lollipop that would turn your tongue blue forever. Tonight I die again. Say goodbye. Tomorrow's a new day. (This is a circumstances poem. The circumstance for this one was time. Those who worked on it : Violence Inc., cloak, + pixie +, aerial raver and ¤M|cK[o_O]S¤) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc a répondu le Wed 2 Jun, 2004 @ 9:08am |
 Coolness: 174155 | Dejected apple scented sorrow
by jeffy h Autumn was not supposed to fall this way Along the pillars the outlines of you so close yet you have drifted Just a ghost to my eyes, I can barely see you on this cold night Edging close to read your lips, to fumble upon my slits Those four words you said the other day, Still caught in my throat as I try to run through them Now I’m here in our spot, burning love letters I kept from you Do you care you lost someone who would love you forever? Can he grasp that I thought you were the one? I hope he treats you like love was dying, holding onto you forever I wish I had your hands to cover my eyes Blind darkness in your engulfing warmth, the soft palm placed against the hearts This steps I take from you are the hardest yet I’d run after you, but I see your lips pressed against him This night I just want you to be happy I guess my feeble actions could never make you so I hope he knows you are truly beautiful My love is murderous, now I am draining all the parts left from you Soon I’ll disappear from both of us and become something new All choked up on the words bound in a mixed up phrase I wish I never heard you say those four words, “I‘ve stopped loving you” |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cvxn a répondu le Wed 2 Jun, 2004 @ 9:09am |
| Coolness: 178710 | Heheh pas pire comme résultat :P |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Tue 8 Jun, 2004 @ 12:49pm |
| Coolness: 71500 | Le propre de l'art moderne
est de donner une réalité nouvelle et une sorte d'indépendance au geste créateur de l'artiste au moment opératoire. -gaétan picon tiré de l`intro de idem par davertige [ www.radio-canada.ca ] aibobo |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Lunna a répondu le Fri 11 Jun, 2004 @ 10:06pm |
 Coolness: 78075 | Of earth return to earth, but any part
sent down from heaven, must ascend again recalled to the high temples of the sky and death does not destroy the elements of matter, only breaks the combinations. "Learn as though you'll live forever Live as though you'll die tomorrow" |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN a répondu le Tue 15 Jun, 2004 @ 1:21am |
| Coolness: 148250 | My friend,
Not enough (yet) Had not at all yet too(viet) Yeah, things are great in nam-viet (niet) I'm all up and down to dance around! niet?(quiet) But yet, shall soon, great coloroured times (taste) Break, yet maybe smooth late taste (waste) But next, you gonna try waste (face) Extasy life? pretty face (ace) Party Ace? Waste mickos, uninspirated... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Violence_Inc a répondu le Tue 15 Jun, 2004 @ 1:23pm |
| Coolness: 174155 | A trapped desperation bound in the waves of the fallen regrets issued from my concern
Last night I held you close; now today you could be no further A frail moment upon impact Your eyes form definition and in your inhalations I had solace Absent from the knowledge of what you exhaled Slit upon the inside of my arms, choking upon words known to all and nothing to me Breaking the veil left upon the streetlights Flickering with a final surge, one final tear It was never to be a trail of red, was this the last time…always words your last despair You know not of what loneliness is, nor of its rejection You had me all in your surrounding. I was a failure who couldn’t grasp with shattered arms The points puncturing and pushing deeper the knifes all draped from your heart You shout you’d catch me, though my sins too heavy for your delicate hands Another slip left upon your lips, another kiss left to yesterday Tied up with your worries, you hold me far with your fear to cut me with your sharp edges A moment of blood surpasses a lifetime of bleeding Lies dripping for your crimson lips, just another shadow to your eyes Closing them you’ve already forgotten everything I’ve told you Please aid me, give me an answer don’t leave me in the arms of uncertainty They are cutting deep in the boundaries of what I have left that was not issued towards you Was I anything to you? Was I just another faded memory? Hold me one more night, let it be tonight You’ve cut me deeper with absent words than the sharpest knife This moment in my eyes will burn forever Last night I held you close; today you won’t recognize me If it means anything to you, I’ll always love you |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» blop a répondu le Tue 15 Jun, 2004 @ 1:29pm |
 Coolness: 200595 | borderline
breathe hard, the actor pining on stage. truth is that one narrator, who cannot be taught. be what you be, have you been made to lament... NOW. lost in causal abstraction, identify my dreams in you. bent, eating your skin, growing on top of the lost faith of a million and one. your truss of imaginary calculations installs its fever-like kill switches. sleep tight my dream, fortunately, one can believe. fortunately, one can remember. fortunately, we don't live forever in your shaking sling. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Sat 19 Jun, 2004 @ 6:58pm |
 Coolness: 685655 | Digging through a computer that had been found on the sidewalk, I came across an e-mail account in Netscape that still had all the email folders saved.
This is what was found. ABDUL EL BULBUL, EMIR! In the harems of Egypt it's good to behold The fairest of harlots appear, But the fairest, a Greek Was owned by a sheik! Named Abdul el Bulbul Emir! A traveling brothel came into the town Run by a pimp from afar Whose great reputation Had traveled the nation: 'Twas Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar! Abdul the Bulbul arrived with his bride A prize whose eyes shone like a star He claimed he could prong More cunts with his dong Than Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar! A day was arranged for the spectacle great; A visit was planned by the Czar! And the curbs were all lined With harlots reclined n honour of Ivan Skavar! They met on the track with their tools hanging slack Dressed only in shoes and a leer, Both were fast on the rise But folks gasped at the size Of Abdul el Bulbul Emir! The cunts were all shorn, and no rubbers adorned The prongs of the pimp and the peer, But the pimp's steady stroke Soon left without hope The chance of the Bulbul Emir! They worked thru the night til the dawn's early light The clamor was heard from afar The multitudes came To applaud the ball game Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar! When Ivan had finished, he turned to the Greek, And laughed when she shivered in fear She swallowed his pride, He buggered the bride Of Abdul el Bulbul, Emir! When Ivan was done, and was wiping his gun, He bent down to polish his gear; He felt, up his ass, A hard pecker pass; 'Twas Abdul el Bulbul, Emir! The crowd loudly howled that it was a foul, They were ordered to part, by the Czar, But fast they were jammed; The pecker was crammed In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar! Now, the cream of the joke, when apart they were broke Was laughed at for years by the Czar: For Abdul the Bulbul Left most of his tool In Ivan Skidavitsky Skavar! The fair Grecian maiden a sad vigil keeps With a husband whose tastes have turned queer... She longs for the dong That once did belong To Abdul el Bulbul, Emir! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead a répondu le Sat 19 Jun, 2004 @ 6:58pm |
| Coolness: 685655 | ps [ EVILSMILEY.ORG ] R00LZ |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Lunna a répondu le Wed 23 Jun, 2004 @ 11:35am |
| Coolness: 78075 | HAAAHAAAHAAHAA !!! good one ;) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Wed 7 Jul, 2004 @ 1:25pm |
| Coolness: 71500 | pantomime parade
in a palace play charades empty eyes and hungry how can i run away i am haunted and i haunt a wounded animal and the grid of kaleidoscopic throbbing mocking |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl a répondu le Thu 8 Jul, 2004 @ 3:49am |
 Coolness: 89550 | charles beaudelaire - the eyes of the poor (enlgish translation) heheh... it's a long one, but well worth it
ah! you want to know why i hate you today. it will probably be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain it to you; you are, i think, the most perfect example of feminine impenetrability that can possibly be found. "we had spent a long day together, and it had seemed to me short. we had promised one another that we would think the same thoughts and that our two souls should become one soul; a dream which is not original, after all, except that, dreamed by all men, it has been realised by none. "in the evening you were a little tired, and you sat down outside a new cafe at the corner of a new boulevard, still littered with plaster and already displaying its unfinished splendours. the cafe glittered. (about 10 lines further detail the gaslights and the people around)...."a paradise for gluttons. "exactly opposite to us, in the roadway, stood a man of about forty years of age with a weary face and a greyish beard, holding a little boy by one hand and carrying on the other arm a little fellow too weak to walk. he was taking the nursemaid's place, and had brought his children out for a walk in the evening. all were in rags. the three faces were extrordinarily serious, and the 6 eyes stared fixedly at the new cafe with an equal admiration, differentiated in each according to age. "the fatther's eyes said: "how beautiful it is! how beautiful it is! one would think that all the gold of the poor world had found its way to these walls" the boy's eyes said: how beautiful it is! how beautiful it is! but that is a house which only people who are not like us can enter". as for the little one's eyes, they were too fascinated to express anything but stupid and utter joy. "song-writers say that pleasure ennobles the soul and softens the heart. the song was right that evening, so far as i was concerned. not only was i touched by this family of eyes, but i felt rather ashamed of our glasses and decanters so much too much for our thirst. i turned to look at you, dear love, that i might read my own thought in you; i gazed deep into your eyes, so beautiful and so strangely sweet, your green eyes that are the home of caprice and under the sovreignty of the Moon; and you said to me: "those people are insupportable to me with their staring saucer-eyes! couldn't you tell the head waiter to send them away? "so hard it is to understand one another, dearest, and so incommunicable is thought, even between people who are in love |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ a répondu le Sat 10 Jul, 2004 @ 9:55am |
| Coolness: 116360 | do you.
you belive in. ```````````````````the miss miss and miss enter miss enter pre.. tai .********* ** ** shown IN: -go fuck yourself -worthlessness -the inability to fully see the artist's : message/symbolic aspects/overall creative insight rehhhhhhhhhhhh... ...rahhhhp pre //////////cent'ed in art? art. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Tue 13 Jul, 2004 @ 1:09pm |
| Coolness: 71500 | my favorite stuff is your love muffin power. take me to your leader! let us have fun and merriment and marry delight and passion. there is only one like you. there will be others to partake in these pleasures. for now. it's our turn. for no matter where you go. there you are. our will is our power. what synchronicity enthrals you to be moved to blissful abandon of a lovely nature. ride the wave of admiration. through every capacity. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» BOBDYLAN a répondu le Tue 13 Jul, 2004 @ 10:02pm |
| Coolness: 148250 | Conversation over :hat
Swear a word, wear a sword: T-art, thee heart, Art don't------------> :sex :rollin :sex :rollin |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» beercrack a répondu le Wed 14 Jul, 2004 @ 1:34pm |
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