Alright, warning: a lot of the poetry you read here will suck ass. lmao. serioiusly tho, newer stuff is getting better [or id like to think it is, anyways] but some old ones i still like a lot. i just like to keep EVERYTHING so i havent deleted the ones i dont like.
Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting.
John Russell
Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent.
Dionysius of Halicarnassus
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Michelangelo Buonarroti
Looking out of my window this lovely spring morning I see an azalea in full bloom. No, no! I do not see that; though that is the only way I can describe what I see. That is a proposition, a sentence, a fact; but what I perceive is not proposition, sentence, fact, but only an image which I make intelligible in part by means of a statement of fact. This statement is abstract; but what I see is concrete.
Charles Sanders Pierce
The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.
Albert Einstein
Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs
George Bernard Shaw
(.....I thought it was funny.....)
The sky has fallen and I couldn't care less
me
Stay away from people made from plastic in a mold,
And keep your stamped ideas inside your head untold
Stamped Ideas, by Iron Butterfly
Wish away, the soul is cheap
Dumb, by Nirvana
Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind.
John F. Kennedy
The truth is useless, forgive me for thinking it would set us free
the last two lines of StarryEyesShine's poem 'The Truth is Useless'
Living is easy when it's night
If Things Were Perfect, Moby
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big fucking television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing lke that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Trainspotting (book, 1996) by Irvine Welsh
[[[well, i dont do (or promote doing) heroin, but i liked this quote]]]
just sticking this here, stole this hex code from a contest thingy. #4E385E
Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting.
John Russell
Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent.
Dionysius of Halicarnassus
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Michelangelo Buonarroti
Looking out of my window this lovely spring morning I see an azalea in full bloom. No, no! I do not see that; though that is the only way I can describe what I see. That is a proposition, a sentence, a fact; but what I perceive is not proposition, sentence, fact, but only an image which I make intelligible in part by means of a statement of fact. This statement is abstract; but what I see is concrete.
Charles Sanders Pierce
The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.
Albert Einstein
Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs
George Bernard Shaw
(.....I thought it was funny.....)
The sky has fallen and I couldn't care less
me
Stay away from people made from plastic in a mold,
And keep your stamped ideas inside your head untold
Stamped Ideas, by Iron Butterfly
Wish away, the soul is cheap
Dumb, by Nirvana
Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind.
John F. Kennedy
The truth is useless, forgive me for thinking it would set us free
the last two lines of StarryEyesShine's poem 'The Truth is Useless'
Living is easy when it's night
If Things Were Perfect, Moby
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big fucking television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disk players and electrical tin openers...choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the couch, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing lke that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Trainspotting (book, 1996) by Irvine Welsh
[[[well, i dont do (or promote doing) heroin, but i liked this quote]]]
just sticking this here, stole this hex code from a contest thingy. #4E385E
- Last seen on Oct 30 4:28 AM. Member since November 25, 2004.
- I'm a moonstone path poet for 494 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "*Living is easy when it's night *(Moby)".
- I am a 18 year old girl from Washington (United States)
- Visit my homepage at myspace.com/emo_ness
- I have 494 comments, 3 contests, 1 addline, 4 columns, 111 poems, 5 stories
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trying out, well i dont know if you'd call it a form, or what you'd call it, but this way of making kinda like pictures with your poem. ins68 lines, 1 comment, September 20, 2008
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"Don't!" he shouted, but it was too late. Her arms were spread as she stood, calm as ever, atop the sixteen story building. He had run up, to try to stop her, but as soon as he258 lines, 7 comments, March 24, 2005. In <200 lines
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I don't know what's wrong with me. Why I hurt. Why i fell pain, and cause others pain. Why I'm so worthless and in the way. I don't know ho
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trashflavoredtrash : In response to your comment... on August 10, 2007I'd gladly like to share the story behind "The Chaotic Hipbones" poem.
The_Chaotic_Hipbones is a journal that I began writing almost a year ago, perhaps two? I can't remember, my memory fails me lately. Anyway, I began writing these on-line journals, not in some kind of quest for my desperate need of attention, but because I wanted to see how humans reacted to certain situations, personalities, and, all together, other human beings. So I first created one xanga, then stemmed off from that was The Chaotic Hipbones' journal, whose name was Brenda, and from that, unfurled several other journals, each very popular, each with a different character, but somehow all of them relating to each other in some type of familial or friendly way.
The Chaotic Hipbones was about a young girl who was bulimic. It was written in first person and people easily and openly believed the tale. What is scary about my writing is that I, myself, do not have an eating disorder, nor am I pregnant or have been, as the character, Brenda Chix, becomes, yet I am so able to freely write about the everyday lives of these people as if I were living them.
The place at which you can find these journal entries is www.xanga.com/The_Chaotic_Hipbones.
I don't have the time right now, but I only have a few of the journal entries set to private, and you'll have to read from the beginning. If you would like to read all of the journal entries, just tell me, and I'll set them all to public. =]
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Taros on September 21, 2005Yes I make, write, draw, ink, and finish the books. Im not owned by any publishing company. / \
- sad little me. u can laugh at my pain like the filler bunny -
Taros on September 21, 2005well I draw comics at my home in iwakuni, but no one is interested so im going to send them back to the states and sell at stores there. Maybe i might go big, i hope so ^^.
I also play games and bum in my room.
I really like it here. This place you can really connect with yourself and not be jugded harshly. Get ready for that in highschool. ( If you really are 14yrs old) -
Taros on September 21, 2005thanku my dear child. u were right I did have some errors, but i fixed them^^ So what else do you do besides being a dork?
excuse my curiosity. (i think i spelled that right)
