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 | Le PRÉSENTBy » EL_MATOU on Sat 30 May, 20090 Comments | Mon passé n'est qu'un avenir rapproché puisqu'il n'existe que par mon présent. Notre présent ne se préoccupe que du futur, parce que le passé n 'est pas à sa mesure I fuck You to fuck You over |
 | LostBy » Nameless on Thu 28 May, 20092 Comments | Lost for ever never to be found Once in love now only bound Gone in darkness no more light Broken angel taken flight Falling into arms of pain Innocence taken now been slain As rain drops on your skin Let the cold of death within Lost inside without a soul No more love ,only... |
 | Conte donc vous etes L'AKTBy » May0che on Thu 21 May, 20090 Comments | Assaisonné au gout avec un peu de sel ou de ketchop, puis mettre sur le BBQ pendant 10 min. Apres on a sorti le kit de badminton et on sais mit a joué, c'étais imanquable que... J'avais le gout de me toucher pendant...que G-String petais le dancefloor, y'on decider de faire un jam avec leur... |
 | The guyBy » v3xy_m0rbid on Wed 20 May, 20090 Comments | because your the kind of guy who'd laygh at me when i fall, but help me up + whisper "it's okay,i still love you" |
| She dies slowlyBy » v3xy_m0rbid on Wed 20 May, 20090 Comments | Her heart starts bleeding as it rips apart It won't stop why? looking throw trying to remember why ahhh she remembers he left her and thats when her heart started to bleed but he never came back so it keeps bleeding never stoping and soon it will have nothing more to bleed.. She will die... |
| BANG!!!By » v3xy_m0rbid on Wed 20 May, 20090 Comments | She degrades herself so the boys will like her... She cuts herself because the girls don't. She smiles on the outside,but bleeds on the inside...she can't take it anymore BANG!!!! |
| loveBy » v3xy_m0rbid on Wed 20 May, 20090 Comments | Lasting until the end of eternity. Once upon a time,a fairytale. Very real,yet feels like a dream. Every moment is a new memory. |
 | Un bon remède contre le stressBy » mamoo on Mon 18 May, 20090 Comments | Bonjour Mesdames et Messieurs, Je vous présente un "machin-truc" miracle Pour les angoissés et les anxieux Je vais oser encore, me donner en spectacle. Il est nécessaire dans un premier temps De prendre son souffle et de respirer lentement Prendre son temps, se laisser aller Et pourquoi... |
| seulBy » mamoo on Mon 18 May, 20092 Comments | seule au milieu de tout morte au milieu de rien c'est ce que je ressent alors que je suis loin de ceux dont j'ai besoin, tant de monde chaque jour autour de moi mais personne pour me comprendre autant que toi personne sur qui je puisse compter qui est là pour m'aider c'est dur de ne plus... |
 | Bleak ProseBy » Rammius on Wed 6 May, 20090 Comments | A shade now lingers, where a god once lived Cold, clinical detachment cloaks the land Smothering passion, repressing creativity Passion overthrown Within the ruins, the shade searches Hunting for a faint glimmer of emotion The ink from which the soul may be poured forth To relight the... |
 | manifeste du raverBy » couleombre on Mon 13 Apr, 20091 Comment | A RAVER'S MANIFESTO (author unknown) Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian... |
| I'M THE KIND OF GIRLBy » v3xy_m0rbid on Mon 13 Apr, 20090 Comments | I'm the kind of girl who will dance in the pouring rain,smile lke i'm fine when i'm not.Make you laugh when you whant to cry, worry more about you then me fall over laughing at the dumbest things.always forgive but never forget,who loves so many and hates so few when shes loved by so few and hated... |
 | L'inconscienceBy » Wood_hehey on Fri 10 Apr, 20091 Comment | Je sombre dans l'inconscience Pour oublié mon ignorance Plus rien n'a de sens.. Où est-elle ma délivrance? J'ai le cœur à l'envers Rien serait le décrire Même pas l'enfer Ce sentiment de dérive Suis-je qu'un objet pour évacuer la rage? Où est-ce l'impression d'un... |
 | je suisBy » Psychedelictible on Fri 10 Apr, 20090 Comments | humaine légende du goût du vent m'apporte le souvenir j'en traverse les steppes immobile jusqu'à l'autre rive dans ma tête un puissant rire que je retient et qui me fait survivre dans le froid quand depuis trois jours que je n'ai pas mangé et que je marche dans un horizon où je suis... |
 | Upside-Down HourglassBy » soberVISIONS on Wed 1 Apr, 20090 Comments | i’ve got two hours to get drunk and bandana bangers are callin’ me Lolita i’ve got whiskey breath and a bottle-bottom i’m such an Irish-chiquita i’m broke so i shake my knees and say it’s nice to meet ya a twisted eye pirate tooth hurdles me some booze and tells me to... |
 | EMOTIONAL CALCULUSBy » nads on Fri 20 Mar, 20090 Comments | EMOTIONAL CALCULUS We grow up learning math and science, Thinking it is our deliverance— We repress our emotions, Unable to understand devotions. It is falling in love that opens us to joy, As the tools of our emotional self we enjoy. The "new-clear" emotional calculus will be... |
 | Ice Cream ScoopBy » JamesBrown on Sat 7 Mar, 20090 Comments | Have a poem of music. I made it with some songs I like. http://jamesfb.com/wp-content/uploads/music/Jay%20Bee%20-%20Ice%20Cream%20Scoop.mp3 These are the songs I used: 1: Monolake - North 2: Ø - Koituva 3: Thomas Köner - Nunatak Gongamur 05 4: Coh + Cosey Fanni Tutti - Crazy 5: Alex... |
| A Conversation with AmandaBy » soberVISIONS on Fri 6 Mar, 20091 Comment | * the bibbet-box broke two chicken legs and i ate both their breasts and lied to a French chef and told him his fish was expired simply because i really am dying from stomach worms * a raw burp out the wrong hole of a squirrel’s nut has been polished for hours over a Spanish... |
| Our Coversation is RipeBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 1 Mar, 20090 Comments | i’m surprised all these pills haven’t killed me, yet heehaw! what vibrant veins i've got what a useful nose i’ve got i can’t comment on my brain maybe my heart how it’s all over this page and maybe burning up your eyes with no Pepto-Bismol to help but a silly image like... |
| Trumpet SquirtBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 1 Mar, 20090 Comments | you’re a bean bag used as sock on the foot of an all day apple picker tired & tasty the sun hasn’t been pointing it’s fine ass at you for seven years those seven years of “i can’t afford a Father to keep my nose clean” but “i sure can afford to clean out my... |
| The Jukebox CackleBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 1 Mar, 20091 Comment | you told me drugs are too good to be true so i used your Mother’s umbrella as a plug for eight months minus six rainbow days with hugs around my neck and a nipple of reason (that i forgot) but took three hours to take the bus from one stop to the next because the people were so... |
| Your Mother Knew it and Your Fish DiedBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 1 Mar, 20091 Comment | the tighter the bra, the bigger the bitch, and i don’t wear a bra (or socks) even if i'm dressed i’m so damn naked because my mouth is so big so big a squirrel might think it’s a nut-hole which in reality it is, like an art cinema film where Salvador Dali would cut my eye open... |
| Uncle Wait-on-it-MurphyBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 22 Feb, 20091 Comment | your tambourine dont clack or jangle like it used to, rusty red beard, no, all that cactus chewin aint sane old sir, you mop like a wet sock when you spit barbels into the puddles, those preppy puddles, only four fingers away from your tin foil feet those penny vacuums sucking out... |
| DamnitBy » soberVISIONS on Sun 22 Feb, 20090 Comments | SYLVIA! did you strap that gas tank to your shoe? and suck suck suck on it like a jew? |
| Lift Your Lid, Lady!By » soberVISIONS on Sun 22 Feb, 20090 Comments | he is long like a catipillar but he will never be beautiful like a butterfly (he is a pervert and a nail looking for a screw) |
| Dreamscape AnimusBy » Rammius on Sun 15 Feb, 20090 Comments | Upon ethereal wings, formed of thought Flying through clouds of whim and desire Within Morpheus' realm I now reside Seeking that elusive creature, inspiration Some say she was blessed by fey A vassal of proud Oberon Others say she birthed them Glorious Titania's mother No muse is she... |
| Prochaine StationBy » soberVISIONS on Wed 11 Feb, 20091 Comment | the amputee tells a junkie-lean lady that when it comes to the egg the more boiled the beautiful, an asthma sucker smiles, because it’s true ya' see the blank white image the same but the bubbly beating unknown a memory a mystery a question of strength & untold evils of the... |
| Visions for Jack KerouacBy » soberVISIONS on Wed 11 Feb, 20090 Comments | jack! where’s your box? Jean-Talon? where the cheap coloured suits say hey bella, come amo? you call your father? & i say that’s none of your business, okay? but sure, money maker – knee breaker, got a dollar to spare? got a phone to use? got a number to score? got a box... |
| Some More LS (Moi et Liana Pare)By » soberVISIONS on Wed 11 Feb, 20090 Comments | if im a bird so are you, only because you chew rocks, instead of sipping soup strange winger with a tasty plate ya, oui, si little birdie cracking like a hallway banjo fancy clap skipping with toys and all the other birds... |
 | Our emotion of choice is ecstacyBy » Iznogood on Mon 9 Feb, 20092 Comments | Our emotion of choice is ecstacy; our nourishment of choice is love; our addiction of choice is technology; our religion of choice is music; our currency of choice is knowledge; our politics of choice is none; our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be; you may... |
| SeraphBy » Rammius on Fri 6 Feb, 20090 Comments | Artificial angel weeping synthetic tears Shivering beneath metal wings, cruelly plucked Cast out of urban heaven, hurled from glittering towers Cursed by nature, landlocked in a city of angels Gazing into the sky, watching his brethren fly Blessed by science, soaring on metal wings Joining... |
 | nemesisBy » Industrial-Meat on Thu 5 Feb, 20090 Comments | Nemesis by H. P. Lovecraft Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright. I have... |
| astrophobosBy » Industrial-Meat on Thu 5 Feb, 20090 Comments | In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ethereal deeps afar Once I watch'd with restless yearning An alluring aureate star; Ev'ry eve aloft returning Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car*. ... . Mystic waves of beauty blended With the... |
| mylife would suck wthout UBy » couleombre on Wed 4 Feb, 20090 Comments | Guess this means you’re sorry You’re standing at my door Guess this means you take back All you said before Like how much you wanted Anyone but me Said you’d never come back But here you are again Cause we belong together now yeah Forever united here somehow yeah You got a piece of... |
 | aS$$SgARdBy » earthyspirit on Wed 4 Feb, 20090 Comments | how much are we alike in how many ways can we delve into our motivations what weakness or strength have we alone surrounded all you want is to be put on a throne have us hold you up and cheer you seek a certainty of our support our love and ginger givn sacrifice and we want the same... |
| HunterBy » Rammius on Mon 2 Feb, 20091 Comment | Moving through the night Hidden in the shadows Footprints sheathed in darkness Luna emerges in the sky Moonlight flitting through air Revealing what was hidden Something is amidst The hunter stalks his prey Lurking beneath cover Invisible to all He searches for a moment At last he... |
 | Coeur de Pirate -- EnsembleBy » Rocks on Sat 31 Jan, 20090 Comments | Côte contre côte nos corps vibrent partant Et dans ces courses sans dérive On tombe presque hors champ Et dans tes rires qui défoncent plus que l'égo qui te prend Tu nous réduis à l'impossible dans tes tourments Et sans gêne tu te défonces, tu ne comprends pas Car nous avions une... |
| Real EyesBy » earthyspirit on Sat 31 Jan, 20090 Comments | we're all in this together this strange and fanatic fractality this place where dreams come untruth and lies beget jabberwookies always trying to be unique yet truly from the flow sourcing the same old thing days of old done new raves and cold grown through everything we say everything we... |
| Breakfast of ChampionsBy » soberVISIONS on Sat 31 Jan, 20090 Comments | I woke up half-drunk, bra-less in a twelve-gauge magnum of a nightmare seven-o-clock in the annoyingly bright morning. The atleast six-foot, broad-shouldered, lightning-eyed, trendy ski-masked stranger woke me singing no lullabies but assuring me, the soon-to-be whore, if I screamed he would... |
| Bus RiderBy » soberVISIONS on Sat 31 Jan, 20091 Comment | falling in love is so easy when smiling drunkenly but when my mad-girl catfish whisker needs a pull you are too intellectual to rip me yes yes you simple juice purified without pulp what if i write a scientific sex book would you do me plus two and minus six from my anus? i need a... |
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