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  • kommerzielles Odland on November 29
    oi, check it, share it!!!


    http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2357623


    cheers.

    Rembrandt.
  • parachute fog on November 13
    "Hyper realistic frameworks" is a paraphrased interpretation and intention of sound biting a succession of really complex theories on our reality by Jean Baudrillard in his Hyper Reality thesis [taking on Lacan's idea of the Real, Symbolic, Imaginary as well as the Marxist idea of Reification & commodity fetishism in professing that reality has been replaced by a matrix of ideological structure, of sign value etc] and by Ritzer's studies on Globalization, the "Mcdonalization of society"
  • erasing0180 on August 29
    Thanks for the note. I read one from here and thought that it was talented and reminded me some of me.
    I haven't been emotional enough to write for a while. Some people aren't linked to that, but I am. I suppose that I'll be around more if I screw up my life more.

  • the atlantic on April 8
    though this is all you'll ever get
    it would be a strange delite
    no eyes no nose no mind
    the grey light of Porto stay with you
    oh how can you love a tiny bug impressed
    by the night when you cut yourself?
    save me save me
    your body rotten as the last melon on the vine
    pull your shirt down save me save me
    press my thumb onto your tongue
    hand a knife up to me
    no mouth no neck no rest
    the white poem of self hate stays with you
    even though you know a chance to cut
    is still a chance to cure
    pull your legs apart
    save me save me
    your body doomed as the last apple on the tree
    so let me hurt you.
  • outofsadness on January 16
    you haven't been on in three days.
    you haven't posted in almost a month.
    i can't even remember the last time we talked.
    where are you/what are you doing all the time now?
  • outofsadness on December 30, 2008
    i just listened to landlocked blues. it is really beautiful.
  • outofsadness on December 28, 2008
    it's annoying that i have to keep checking to see if you're posting. so you're back on my favorites.
  • film on December 27, 2008
    oh! mission in a sunday shores
    weed up, weed up from the water
    missionaries fatal as they
    baptize and rise
    chaos blooms as a culture

    patience in sunday clothes
    we ain't the witches brew
    we ain't the witches brew
    offerings and the offerings
    an assemblance
    of the offerings

    oh! mission in a sunday shores
    weed up, weed up from the water
    missionaries fatal as they
    baptize and rise
    chaos blooms as a culture
    oh I have lots of pains for the slaughter
    oh it's okay if they oughta

    it ain't nothin at all

  • outofsadness on December 24, 2008
    smeared black ink-
    your palms are sweaty, i'm barely listening
    to last demands
    i'm staring at the asphalt wondering
    what's buried underneath
    where I am

    I'll wear my badge
    a vinyl sticker with big block letters
    adherent to my chest
    tells your new friends
    I am a visitor here,
    I am not permanent.

    the only thing
    keeping me dry is
    where I am
  • film on December 10, 2008
    enter my contest
  • outofsadness on December 3, 2008
    wake up, wake up
    little sparrow
    don't make your home
    out in the snow

    little bird
    don't you know
    your friends flew south
    many months ago

    you're just a babe,
    you cannot fly
    your wings won't spread
    up against the sky

    wake up, wake up
    little sparrow
    don't make your home
    out in the snow
    don't make your home
    out in the snow

    don't make your home
    out in the snow
  • hilly on November 17, 2008
    well all's not well
    but i'm told that it'll all be quite nice
    you'll be drowned in boots like mafia
    but your feet will still float like christ's
    and i'll be damned
    they were right
    i'm drowning upside down
    my feet afloat like christ's
    i'm in heaven
    trying to figure out which stack
    they're going to stuff us atheists into
    when Peter and his monkey laugh
    and i laugh with them
    i'm not sure what at
    they point and say
    we'll keep you in the back
    polishing halos, baking manna and gas

    well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone i ever seen
    he moves just like crisco disco
    breath 100% listerine
    he says, looking at something else
    but directing everything to me,
    any time anyone gets on their knees to pray
    well it makes my telephone ring
    and i'll be damned
    he said "you were right
    no one's running this whole thing"
    he had a theory too
    he said that god takes care of himself
    god takes care of himself
    and you of you

    it's all nice on ice alright
    and it's not day
    and it's not night
    but it's all nice on ice alright
  • outofsadness on November 9, 2008
    somewhere along that go on the shedding path
    and the infinite man that is your mind,
    there was blood in your mouth
    and a song was sprung from all you see

    a voice ran out from the earth
    bearing the weight of all our sin
    singing "you alone cannot be tried
    you alone cannot be tried"
    we all walk

    stand with me
    forget from what you have learned
    one to one together in the sun
    when the spirit is gripping you
    and all that's left to be said
    is on your tongue

    set a table for death
    make the path straight
    make way
    for the way

    set a table for death
    make the path straight
    make way
    for the way
  • hilly on November 8, 2008
    i liked talking to you last night
  • outofsadness on November 6, 2008
    majesty, her majesty sails
    across the sea
    and there's a new theory for
    each passing week
    for each covered up case of
    doublespeak
    and i've got a feeling we are
    counting sheep
    we're in over heads
    this analogy
    only fits when i bow and call you
    majesty
    her majesty sails
    across the sea
    and there's a new theory for
    each passing week
    for each covered up case
    of doublespeak
    and i've got a feeling we are
    counting sheep
    we're in over our heads
    this analogy
    only fits when i bow and call you

    http://www.imeem.com/nightcap/music/0Jnqz7tZ/menomena_ghostship/
  • geometry on November 5, 2008
    it's a song
  • outofsadness on November 1, 2008
    Fear is What Quickens Me

    1

    Many animals that our fathers killed in America
    Had quick eyes.
    They stared about wildly,
    When the moon went dark.
    The new moon falls into the freight yards
    Of cities in the south,
    But the loss of the moon to the dark hands of Chicago
    Does not matter to the deer
    In this northern field.

    2

    What is that tall woman doing
    There, in the trees?
    I can hear rabbits and mourning dovees whispering together
    In the dark grass, there
    Under the trees.

    3

    I look about wildly.
  • outofsadness on October 19, 2008
    today is the first day of my life,
    today is the greatest
    day i've ever known.
  • outofsadness on October 9, 2008
    http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic8/music/3wxXBaeH/ugly_casanova_barnacles_album/
  • outofsadness on October 6, 2008
    well I woke up this morning
    and I made a resolution,
    I said "I'm never going to sing another sad song again."

    I decided I'd admit it,
    I'm not an intellectual,
    though the words never come easy unless I'm singing them,
    and the hills that I was born in will never leave me no matter how hard I try.

    and then my brother was murdered
    while my father was in prison,
    and the girl that I sometimes loved up and moved away,
    and my body filled up with blackness, and the darkness it wanted to drown me, and I heard my father's footsteps catching up to me,
    and he took me by the shoulders and he said "son, my hands are strong, but I hope you have the strength to shake us free, shake us free boy, shake us free my son, you better shake us free."

    and now I'm lying in the van,
    chicago in the springtime,
    and the rain outside was falling sounds just like popcorn,
    but before I open my eyes I think I make this resolution, "no I'm never gonna sing another sad song for as long as I live"

    and the light coming through the windows is making everything glow
    and he took me by the shoulders and he said "son my hands are strong, but I hope you have the strength to shake us free, shake us free, shake us free, shake us free my son."
    I made a resolution
    I made a resolution
    I made a resolution
    I made a resolution
    http://www.imeem.com/seawolfdgb/music/3M6BRrUI/sea_wolf_i_made_a_resolution/
  • girl shaman on September 27, 2008
    hi <3
  • hilly on September 26, 2008
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aMzUWEuQmA
  • LadyAmalthea on September 22, 2008
    I like the yellow =]. I miss yaa<3. how are you?
  • girl shaman on September 16, 2008
    She says it helps with the lights out
    Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
    She swears I'm a slave to the details
    But if your life is such a big joke why should I care?

    The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight
    So that you two can take some time teach each other to reciprocate

    -♥-
  • outofsadness on September 14, 2008
    please don't ever make me play that game again :C
  • girl shaman on September 13, 2008
    this is the first you spoke of it
    in your black magic house
    in a cold damp attic
    two windows stare at us like eyes
    behind them
    december's dark
    early morning sky
    and a couple of
    dead trees
    with their ornamental stars

    [hope im not bugging you with these]
  • outofsadness on September 11, 2008
    look at all the lyrics on your page lol it's getting silly
  • outofsadness on September 9, 2008
    open the curtain and let in some sky it's almost half past two and you can tell by the light oh yeah open your window and let in the atmosphere oh yeah! let it breakthrough!
  • the atlantic on September 8, 2008
    I think the butterflies in my stomach are playing drums,

    illusions on fire, and our iron mine is rusty.
    but a bird in the hand is safer than one overhead.

    to play it cautious, and tiptoe through the dead,
    cause you never touch the depth of a river with both feet.


    there's never any shortcuts to anywhere worth going, but I think we're going nowhere, so lets go take a shortcut.

    (the less that you fall apart the more that you break)
  • jeremiah abel on September 6, 2008

    alright already we'll all float on alright already we'll all float on alright don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy we'll all float on alright already we'll all float on alright already we'll all float on okay don't worry we'll all float on even if things get heavy we'll all float alright
  • the atlantic on September 5, 2008
    even you and i will die so why are we hesitating knowing that you've opened yourself to me it's no victory but a consolation prize will suffice
    tonight
  • outofsadness on September 1, 2008
    Screw California
    And friends that are never there
    And places that they oughta
    Pretend that they even care

    From a false family, she could light you up
    Like a holiday tree in the summer

    So lead us there

    So screw California
    And ice that will never melt
    From hearts of the modern
    Children of Cicero

    From a false family, she could light you up
    Like a holiday tree in the summer

    So lead us there





    rogue wave, so you won't forget
  • apples fell on September 1, 2008

    I know...I know...
    But at some point...I will.
    It just needs to work, for me.

    How are things?
  • jeremiah abel on August 28, 2008
    in the last second of life, they're gonna show you how, how they run this show, sure, run it into the ground

    the stars are projectors

    was there a need for creation
    hidden in a math equation
    and that, is this
    where do circles begin?
  • Puking Faerie Dust on August 26, 2008
    omGzz ur em0 2?!?!?!
  • outofsadness on August 22, 2008
  • aeolia on August 21, 2008
    bwahahahahahahahha @ your profile.
  • the atlantic on August 21, 2008
    told you you'd love her
  • apples fell on August 21, 2008

    Then you should pick it right back up
    and eat it...Only if the five second rule
    hasn't passed...Of course. What's with this
    idiot on your page ranting about religion? Some people...Some people need to go have sex with their crucifix.
  • the atlantic on August 19, 2008
    http://allpoetry.com/XxXpReGo+EmOxXx
  • the atlantic on August 18, 2008
    people suck, see below
  • Rheea on August 16, 2008
    stop attacking relegion so we might be friends . This is not the place for that. go outside make an altar and do whatever you people do just don't do it here.
  • outofsadness on August 16, 2008
    thanks babe

    i love your poems by the way, i just wish there were more than three
  • jeremiah abel on August 13, 2008
    happy birthday...tomorrow
  • Joan-of-Arc on August 11, 2008
    Oh my, I love your picture, Joan of Arc is my namesake, and AP name

    -joan.

    .
  • apples fell on July 31, 2008

    But your poems?
    Where did they go.
  • apples fell on July 31, 2008

    Like the name change.
  • LadyAmalthea on July 31, 2008
    so, where are all your poems..why the new name whats going onnnn
  • LadyAmalthea on July 31, 2008
    i dont get your name? =P srry i am dumb. OH i got a manicure today! <3
  • the atlantic on July 30, 2008
    O M G
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