Water Tower [06 Dec 2009|03:45pm] photography [gaia_child] Take a shit

My dog sleeping [04 Dec 2009|11:09pm] photography [burnmeup] I took a photo of my dog sleeping under the Christmas tree. Nikon D700 F/8 at 6400 ISO 2 Dumps | Take a shit

ignorance [06 Dec 2009|11:48am] 100poems [eviltweeter] i don’t love you for your compliance your agreeing nature or your forced finesse i don’t love you for your pretended mystery your imagined rationality your complicated emotional yet unconsciously manipulated strategy i don’t care much for your silent inhibition your intended ambiguous rendition and of course, insecurity seeping through all of these obscure views you penetrate heavy minds with your intelligence but the thick headedness of your reasoning leads you to unimpressive belligerence i don’t care much for your denial of my emotional depth i don’t care much in general for abneural ignorance Take a shit

~ Migdal Or (Tower of Light) ~ [29 Nov 2009|10:58am] photography [mark_tso] ( Bigger size... ) Take a shit

desert [03 Dec 2009|08:47pm] 100poems [eviltweeter] the scolding is continuous this story far more true than the one i told you my body pulses like a pavlov dog i swear that like a cat i have nine lives so i imagine that the pain does not matter much except for when it’s a prelude to my death but then still, i’d have another eight left, it’s the mark written down in the top right corner of the page every time i automatically jump up to fetch the reward still, this beating is continuous and i cover up bruises with the make-up of clowns i don’t understand how you can still love me after this insanely true story of the never ending way i undermine myself with insecurity this beating is continuous the pain does not matter much i anticipate and fetch the reward for my good behavior but i will never resist the urge to punish myself, afterwards, for what i don’t think i deserve. Take a shit

(100 poems: poem 36, day 66) Strategy [02 Dec 2009|10:41pm] 100poems [dpolicar] Seeking ascension through partisan tension, Intently invoking ineffable visions, Surging insurgents, surfeited with certainty, Urging their herds into reckless collisions. Take a shit

our minds [01 Dec 2009|01:35pm] 100poems [eviltweeter] my heart was cut open and i can't say why because you would laugh and not understand either way, you were the one who sewed it closed again using a tiny needle you replaced the big black hole with tiny insignificant ones through which a cord was strung crazy tight so my heart sings now whenever you're around my eyes were blinded and i can't say why because your eyes would smile and i wouldn't understand why either way, you saw me you lifted up more than my shirt and looked underneath actually, i don't know how you did it it was not a thought experiment you simply touched me and i could see again sometimes, though what you see is not what you get and what you feel might not be submissive enough to the concrete power of the mind this is what you told me i pretended i couldn't hear you but how could i not? there was nothing wrong with my ears even before you came along you are unavailable and i am not but a thought experiment might get us past that so i will thank you for your help i will not kiss you goodbye, i'll shake your hand bye, teacher of matters of seeing bye, teacher of matters of feeling our minds are intelligent enough to fantasize about what we can't be doing Take a shit

(100 poems: poem 35, day 64) Kept [30 Nov 2009|04:37pm] 100poems [dpolicar] Keeping my feet in the darkness Keeping my soul in a song Sowing and growing apart in a carton The seedlings received as I slept. Keeping my head above water Keeping a secret too long Knowing I'm throwing eternity's learning Away when I burn what I've kept. 2 Dumps | Take a shit

больное воображелание / Квила Бристения [29 Nov 2009|12:54am] 100poems [kvilobristenia] мой первый видеотрек со стихотворением: Take a shit

red letter [25 Nov 2009|10:56pm] 100poems [eviltweeter] there’s a red letter sitting on the edge of my desk and I’m sitting here, staring at it yesterday I passed through the hallway I met you again we walked to the elevator and exchanged warm smiles you asked me how I was doing and how my difficult choice was coming along? I told you it was not so easy to give a clear answer to that I told you I’d written the letter but had not posted it yet we got on the elevator you asked me where I was going I answered “to the ground floor” you questioned my choice and said “now why would you want that?” I told you how this would be a red letter year so I need my feet planted firmly on the ground and need my head out of the clouds 12 Dumps | Take a shit

the last last one [25 Nov 2009|12:01am] 100poems [sarunokona] This is a dying season, the season of dying things, Dying everything, Save this one afternoon. You flare up into something vast and luminous; I think maybe you are saying fuck you to All the rot and decay that looks so pretty And lies about it and has everyone fooled. You rise up and out of yourself, Going elsewhere, elsewhen, maybe, bright and shiny, And I remember spring when you fell into me And became something Much more than green trees and wet earth. You don't understand why I cover my face with my hands And kneel in the dead grass to keep the sight of you flying Out of my memory. You laugh and come gently back to the ground. “Why are you crying?” I don't want to tell you it was because I saw Blood where you had been standing, And it was full of life while you were gray Up against the sky. 1 Dump | Take a shit

No Martini No party [23 Nov 2009|09:48am] photography [k_golikova] 1 Dump | Take a shit

ПОД СНЕГОМ [20 Nov 2009|12:30pm] photography [kuprianoffoto] Take a shit

oysters mating [24 Nov 2009|04:54pm] 100poems [eviltweeter] I finally came across a new world when you fed me with your dreams. I took a peek from underneath my own freedom and emerged from Plato’s cave to see you there. really, I, always knew you would come, one day to sweep me off my feet and inject passionate love into me. really, I, always knew the day would come when our worlds of freedom would collide and we’d no longer only live inside our shells. 4 Dumps | Take a shit

Where is your knife? [23 Nov 2009|07:16pm] 100poems [dksaysthx] Her mind bakes like Bread, in the caverns Of her skull. Cloaked by satin, Sheen and long, So flowing. Draping her vision To which I want To be. I am not butter, I am not jam. 1 Dump | Take a shit

water and fire and flint and apples [23 Nov 2009|06:02pm] 100poems [callmemrpurpose] infatuation something of a singular feeling a long lost feeling to me a simple minded one - verging on corny a feeling that may have found a bit of strength a power which has fed the fire in my chest and the hunger in my heart I thought it was fanning the dim embers that glow with foolish hope after crippling heartbreak eager for some stupid opportunity to eat up the air while puffing out last-grasp smoke signals screaming "SOS!" like an idiot would It's funny when a girl rejects one and it's even funnier when the man enjoys it and it's just strange that the same girl might be a disappearing suture that sews clean parts from the the rotten apple of his eye all unintentionally this soothing infatuation alone has been a soothing brew with the faint taste of soot but pure still in it's flavor and it's changed things I am not an arrogant man - I lost the great destroyer life a while ago though I've always been an idealistic dreamer of fresh cultivation but in suffering great things and hoping for great things there is an apparent dead end where hope becomes as silly as suffering there is no light there and growth is impossible so there's no hope for cultivation but my bitter seeds are another's mature blossoms elsewhere wafting perfume down through these pitch hallways the ones my reckless tirades followed down but a scented trail of some kind perhaps only promise is now enough, to lead me out to different mysteries I say it's better to take any path over no path and I might lose this particular trail as quickly as I discovered it I might quit a sore sport though I eat up the feeling like an impolite dog though I may scream and writhe though my fuse may still be short though I may be too certain too idealistic for my own good and while I may be constantly setting myself up to live half the time in chaos and dissatisfaction what's important is that I smell something... I see something now it doesn't matter what I've seen something when I'd seen nothing for too fucking long and the truth is this internal fiasco has gone on long enough what end I see is already here threefold an unforeseen bit of rain to water the seeds and kill a fire I wanted dead and a spark of flint in the distance of these dark catacombs which proves there is something else anything else out there I don't want a cure for loneliness I am more content in realizing the truth that satisfaction and loneliness are both temporary but eternally resurrected within ones life Take a shit

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