8onus Posted April 14, 2005 Share Posted April 14, 2005 i figured this belonged here. it is an art form as well. interested to see what people got, i will post some stuff later. so dig up that rusty ol' hard drive and start posting! Oh yeah PS:If you have your whole fucking auto biography or some great novel...POST A DAMN LINK. many of us would love to read it, but not love to have to hit "page down" for 2 days to see the next post. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fakeisnomore Posted May 10, 2005 Share Posted May 10, 2005 Art Womans soothing breast Bright colorful rose Sweet waterfront flowers Exubrant painted rainbows Sunday morning dew Peaceful nude pose Calm mountain snow Lighthearted majestic photos Family friends laughter Tranquil romancing lovers Sexy innocent sunrise heavenly somber actors Art Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fakeisnomore Posted May 10, 2005 Share Posted May 10, 2005 ya my poem is kinda homo but its kinda kool..........i had to write it for skool Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ledzep Posted May 12, 2005 Share Posted May 12, 2005 Can you smell what Armenhammer is cooking? no? That is because it is odourless. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
carlojensen Posted May 13, 2005 Share Posted May 13, 2005 i think everyone is too pussy to post shit in here including me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tré Posted May 27, 2005 Share Posted May 27, 2005 The pointed tip which my hand controls slowly comes into contact with the perpendicular plane I have made into my canvas. Due to the laws of physics and the government of art the graphite is transfered from pencil to paper, the idea transfered from mind to body. I can almost feel these sparks within my head igniting the blaze which causes my hand to trace the invisible outline of the masterpiece I envision. These neurons travel at breakneck speed from mind to hand, hand to mind, back and forth and forth and back for minutes upon seconds, pushing and filling and creating this, my drawing...My eyes squint, beads of sweat drip down my forehead as I continue this lengthy process. I begin to calm as I reach a state of near perfection, almost as perfect as this which has been transferred onto my paper, and my eyes open wide to take back in what I just put out. Some lines straight while others curved, some darker yet also thinner, every single one meets at an individual point of exactness. Twice as fast as the drawing crept from my pencil onto paper a smile creeps upon my face as a sense of accomplishment creeps over my emotions as I once again pick up my utensil of choice. I choose a spot to place my name given to me, right next to the name I've given myself, marking the completion of this, my drawing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
do the bart man Posted May 31, 2005 Share Posted May 31, 2005 do u remember when last week i said it was gunna happen. but you didnt believe me so i just left you clappin. you enjoyed it so much ,but you still couldnt keep me i had to go because deep down inside i knew you just wanted to defeat me. you put on some kind of act because you knew you couldnt push me and once i was gone ,only then did you truly know that you would miss me i told you a few lies ,but in the end i set you straight. because the way that you would talk just made you look like a fake. and when judgement came you didnt show your face , so the only reasonable explanation was that you must of been a snake. only in my eyes did i ever see it truly,because the thing i behold in my eye is creation and evolution in the form of pure beauty. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NeCrOpHeLiAc Posted June 2, 2005 Share Posted June 2, 2005 Nice... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CINOS Posted February 7, 2011 Share Posted February 7, 2011 Take it back Take it all back now We want this more than anything But even more to break it apart. The taste of your lips still linger in my mouth The graze of your touch keeps me wanting more I take a look back and I look into your eyes They burn so invidiously. Your affectionate words form clouds of condensation As they pour into my heart, filling it with love. Complication may affect the forthcoming situations Will the fear of flying stop this pain from coming? Will the discussion of consequence allow your mind to have second thoughts? Will the arms of comfort catch you from falling this time? We must break through the seams of the unknown and discover We may reveal feelings under roofs of concealed places. The movements of secularity ease my soul of what lays within its peripheries. Only God knows what will happen this time. Should I ignore the signs and follow the lies, Or is the other way around the truth that beholds the smile. A part of me yearns for hope; the other finally releases the bond that’s already been broken. Is there such thing as mending a broken heart with a deeper wound? Will forgiveness wipe clean the mess we can’t take back? These arguments we face claim how we feel The negotiation comes through and we settle on originality. Your last breathe contains thoughts of the time that passes us We’re one step closer that brings us two steps back You’re catching on to the envious disease that comes naturally to us. You won’t let go of mistakes I have grown from Stop letting the eager temptation arouse your mind, interacting with the fake tempo. We are together, and have formed one; the ship we sail will bring new horizons. If we can just forget about each quality we lack, we’ll be able to focus on our beauty The space between our fingers have already enclosed, so close we won’t let go. Your smile is contagious, remarkable to say. Late nights relaxed in front seats, embracing the mixture of highs and lows from your car. Your hand against my face causes warm sensations. Exposing ourselves, like we’ve never been so comfortable. I want just one day to pass, without any arguments. This fantasy is just a dream.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OhMyGosh! Posted February 8, 2011 Share Posted February 8, 2011 i think everyone is too pussy to post shit in here including me This. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SMdoubleXL Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 most of my stuff is x rated..or close to it. will have to think about this. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EastSwaggings Posted February 11, 2011 Share Posted February 11, 2011 FACEMOUTHEAR in there lay a short story entitled "the virulent being and her broken home". tell me what you guys think via PM you have an open mind and a pocket full of time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
japillahan Posted February 12, 2011 Share Posted February 12, 2011 I've been working on a book for about two or three years now. I have about three notebooks full of scattered note, quippets and whatnots. Now I'm working on compiling them into a semi-coherent thing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cool_Hand Posted February 17, 2011 Share Posted February 17, 2011 In a small gally deep in the hull of a vessel the dethroned king waited patiently for the crew to yell. The latter mentioned had made all the mistakes in life but yet none so dire as to sink a ship. The best was last so they say and the first shall follow that last drop. All the others don't matter in times of the heart when the blood is boiled off and cream has come apart. 50 times more the clock will chime when the clock has turned it's hands for you that very last time. All the other words are done and the air is thin but alas left alone for him. The mountains climb from nothing at all which is why the vast length of space is all the more separated, but not to be forgotten. You could sit there all day and decided that one is greater than the other but the other can never be greater than the one you have left. Blah blah blah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SMdoubleXL Posted February 18, 2011 Share Posted February 18, 2011 i had to read that a few times..but i dig it. im sure we all try to interpret it differently. i like the last line. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cool_Hand Posted February 18, 2011 Share Posted February 18, 2011 thanks! that's the first thing I've written in years, I think i will try one short bit every couple days to bump this thread. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SMdoubleXL Posted February 18, 2011 Share Posted February 18, 2011 I have many notebooks full of randomness (as well,abusei) Last year i went and ripped about 99% up and shredded. as mentioned, it was mostly very erotic type stuff...... i will make some fair attempts Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyghost Posted February 21, 2011 Share Posted February 21, 2011 lafayette-- asunder. envelope, smog washes across shaping faces in flat charcoal smears ive seen ashes raven and ruin along the terminal pass, we stole this late-day lament, carmine clot coney island is handsome-- its burning wake. (cleft, they left noise and after blood on the asphalts.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KrokPma Posted March 23, 2011 Share Posted March 23, 2011 dont let them drug you your ritalin is evil your adderall is toxic yet they take it everyday to make up for the pain they say it goes away just take another perc make sure your liver hurts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheoColt Posted March 23, 2011 Share Posted March 23, 2011 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Theo.colt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iloveboxcars Posted March 25, 2011 Share Posted March 25, 2011 pretty rare to see a condemned name. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wackforumname Posted March 31, 2011 Share Posted March 31, 2011 It was a little more than we had bargained for. We made overtures, expected at least to be loved just a little. we were deceived; creatures such as this absorb love and give none in return. Trespassers on its bulk we discovered it had eyes in glassy ponds, upward-staring; motes of swan and beams of marble. our roadways were its arteries of steel and veins of concrete Its bloodstream swarms with parasites Its myriad Hydra heads are never satisfied. A hungry city. Man made this thing and gave it voracious undying life; we can non of us escape collective responsibility. Meet it on its own terms: we have created this monster that we might confront it, and grow strong thereby. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyghost Posted April 4, 2011 Share Posted April 4, 2011 ^like that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyghost Posted April 4, 2011 Share Posted April 4, 2011 somenites, thick with petrol and heavy weighing down the still of urban fields where we breathe in the silence of desolate roads phantoms in the alleys bemoaning songs of love and love lost, they are the sages of searing rhythm and aged blues that seethe the hollow of this hunger. we scaled the fences of leftover industrial edifice, and you painted preaching an aerosol gospel spoken color to the post-apocalypse along the interstate & the roads of sprawling metropolis. the smell of tires burnt and dawn electric and soft as recycled air between two we found the taste of rum blazing in our throats and a grim tale inscribed amongst the ruin abandoned cars and overgrown lots. this is the place, you said they say, haunted and enchanted city of last chances, halfheartened glances and fractured streets, home to the trashcan prophets shopping carts and an old man's shoe. streetbirthed and nineteen, the first boy i ever loved, i felt the spirit of this mecca this place for the forgotten and broken, move into you and the pilgrims found a home inside the dilated pupil of your blinded hope. somewhere along i turned back i lost a friend and i wish then i'd've stitched my eyes shut to be alone amongst the pages & you letting the words crawl under my skin through the poverty of my insides so we could have lived outside a while longer... within a drag of smoke and blue somerainyafternoon, and i remember when i used to know somebody who fell into this unrealcity his heart on a charred wing, falling so close he flew. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bojangles Posted April 4, 2011 Share Posted April 4, 2011 (I wrote this once with refrigerator magnets) Your fever will haunt and please Or burn all he wants as she dances by his screams Surround yourself in his private passion worship And question why yesterday, tonight was picture perfect? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nerkherder1 Posted April 5, 2011 Share Posted April 5, 2011 It sounded exactly how I had imagined it would. A thick, terrible white noise. That’s how it ended, with a deafening roar. I awoke from my sleep 10,000 feet in the sky somewhere over South Carolina, at least according to the erroneous map appropriately located on the back of each seat, with sole reason for existence being to hypnotize and distract from the obvious danger of traveling five hundred plus miles per hour some ten thousand feet above terra firma. Nobility can be derived from such an existence but that’s beside the point. Tendency has it to be distracted by mundane details or eccentric train of thought. I attempt to stay focused on the central pieces of my life, but such is life. My life at least. Towards the beginning of our decent the flight captain announced over the PA system that he had received reports of pretty rough turbulence from earlier flights. No big deal. The sleepy plane ride began to grow steadily more uncomfortable as the lumbering aircraft moved deeper into the unsettled atmosphere. Still no big deal. Ten minutes after the comfort of the flight had been compromised by turbulence the other passengers grew more apprehensive. A mother heeded her natural instinct to comfort her uneasy child. “It’s just a little bumpy, no big deal.” There was no way she could have known. The last conscious memory the child has of his mother was that of an untruthful assurance. But hey, what are mothers for? The bumps progressively grew in to bangs, sudden loss of altitude triggered weightless cries. Soon enough the predictable release of the emergency masks dropped from the overhead compartment, serving a terrible suggestion that this was all real. Beeps and warning sirens cried out from every direction, only aiding the terrible sensation of rapidly loosing altitude. The frame of the aircraft began to whine as if all of its vigor was rapidly absconding. These horrendous audible truths seem to fuse together into a culmination of staggering cacophony. Then, just like that it was over. Hmmm, makes sense I suppose, in my musing I became so enthralled with the goings-on that I completely and unintentionally forfeited a goodbye to the most important person in my life seated directly to my right. :D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyghost Posted April 7, 2011 Share Posted April 7, 2011 (raining on the moon.) tonite kings crossing the vanishing cobalt under aqua, edges on fire fringe the tundra draws velvet blood-brown droplets, spikes sear, singe, shatter scorched mouthing mounds and in fluorescent lakes, a splotch of neon moss. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
greyghost Posted April 7, 2011 Share Posted April 7, 2011 sound-- rust, root, raw & i've been waiting for rain, drift, sea linen, chameleons, tangling brim. still the rain acquires sand, lines, dunes, shoals, &you wordless, just, stranger tunes bevel of nearly so many, gull cry, tin roof triplet shatterings weak, strong, weak mossy twigs arabesque across the lake hush, horizon melt fuschia, cascades so things fine can slow. * lime-- let me place coquina, brined memory for shape just curls. said-- worded lip, a four a.m has distance to burn. salt-- tiny wound of fray, para-phrasing ,ash some fade. april-- soft feathers to find winter's frost gone glaze-- smokes, home, forgotten air, letters, ellipsis carry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wackforumname Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 vision Shot through with colour with blood red veins interlacing a curtain of dyed silk light piercing the veil of mist and smoke a watery suspension hung on frail bird bones made for light doomed finally to darkness Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
finamenol Posted April 8, 2011 Share Posted April 8, 2011 What !? Writers that write? Most def in the minority now. :cool: Toy kids have it comin'- Frontin'- -with their hoe-muffin-stuffin'-fake-nothins' of paper crisp thin air, I have no care, to go up there, and put my name up, just to get famous, Runnin' the pavement, Fuck the System, Yes! I blame them, From the get-go, when they landed, You know I know, My native people- Branded savage, treated evil, never equal, I can't stand it, Tis why I choose to color their planet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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