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Monday, November 27th, 2006

Posted by:kkkinetic.
Time:8:47 pm.
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Comments: sing an ode

Wednesday, October 4th, 2006

Posted by:grahamjefferson.
Time:1:21 am.
For those who love Contemporary art...
... this is society of fans and visitors of Contemporary art museum - KIASMA, situated in the center of Helsinki. Everybody who's interesting in the modern and contemporary arts in common are also welcomed! Working languages: Finnish and English.

http://community.livejournal.com/kiasma_fans
Comments: sing an ode

Sunday, April 23rd, 2006

Posted by:cholinesterase.
Time:1:51 pm.
I remember consoling myself on long bus rides against very plausible eschatological thoughts. The political dissaray that
We, reporting, and the seemingly peaceful state of being distracts ourselves from. For fear of our panic. But I thought that on the eve of implosion, we could stay up all night and walk in the nature of small town fields - with orange sherbert smog on the horizon. Or sit on a hill
Watching the sunset and rise,
Not holding hands or touching, except our eyes and empathy and introverted halfsmiles. Knowing the world was going to end, we could rather than staying up all night
Just not sleep,
and talk about it, ideologically philosophize
till the half smile squeeze
- but we never talked about anything.
Comments: sing an ode

Thursday, April 13th, 2006

Subject:Untitled
Posted by:princesssha.
Time:10:46 pm.
Mood:contemplative.
Blank eyes that stare forwards,
I’m going to win this race
It’s cold in the Lake: I can’t wait
And I know, it’s these lips
They can kill feathers.

And I know, the pink bells that won’t
Go tap, tap, tap
And the feeling is temporary
Because there’s no such thing as forever
But tonight the sun is eating the sky

Me, being me: I’m fine
Until I feel it slip away, and… dreams
Comments: 4 answered prayers - sing an ode

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003

Posted by:isa6ella.
Time:11:13 am.
Mood:oceanic.
Up until about 4:45 am, sleep happened sometime after that and before the bright hurt of light that woke me up at 8:30 am, busting in! The irreversible transition from rest to responsibility is becoming a satire of lucidity. I just can't think, at all, until I've stretched for a bit, watered the plants and consumed something. Pure. Then, work happens and I go on with the life. Ignoring, and not by choice, all those wonderous things that are abandoned upon waking.

I'm beginning to believe that the real sleep is the droll of awakeness, the passive acceptance of all the things that permeate the daily hours, as if they belonged there. On the metro downtown, every once accepts their fate of boredom without any resistance. Some are staring at a boring book or the daily diary of lies, any newspaper. Some are just blankly staring ahead, drooping their eyes in defeat, before their actions have attached themselves to any verb, or intent.

This is sonambulism.
This is a deeper thing.
A fundamental lack of awakeness.

On the same subway car, and wondering who had less sleep than I, all these things leave me thankful. My sleep allows me to travel, and my awake hours, however sleep-drunk, are somehow motivated. Insticts to resist and embrace, verbs that let me kiss and fight. Run and hold.

Suddently thankful, I vow to stop complaining, but I know it won't last long...
Comments: 2 answered prayers - sing an ode

Sunday, March 9th, 2003

Posted by:n0kturnal.
Time:1:44 am.
new community about urban culture... go join now!!! paticipate!!!

the breakdown
Comments: sing an ode

Sunday, February 16th, 2003

Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:9:19 pm.
Mood:blank.
and you'll say "baby, i know"

...like hell you do.
Comments: sing an ode

Friday, January 24th, 2003

Posted by:cultstars.
Time:9:42 pm.
Mood:exhausted.
among the dissection
of where our eyes meet then interstate
lies this love;
a mess and sprawl of car crash victims
toppled in our course -
for our love was like speeding sheet metal
drawn across the asphalt
drawn across my heart
drawn across your wrists.
grey rocks meet stolen tragedies
those little white lies that keep me awake,
ghosts at the foot of my bed
whispering at night.

& here i go
again with this
arm stretched out, "try to resist"
my arm falls down
smacks my side
no one can fathom
this great divide.
Comments: sing an ode

Thursday, January 9th, 2003

Subject:insomnia
Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:11:48 pm.
Mood:tired.
Love,
This morning I woke up and the sun had already crept in bed with me. I thought for a moment it would blister me, I don’t know why. you entered my mind, i winced. It’s an involuntary reaction lately. Dawn had hardly broken. I was expectant, and let down when a rooster did not crow and the wholesome simplicity of the definition of morning had been reduced to the depressing slump of time borrowed from yesterday. Mornings annoy me. The rest of the world is alive but my world is so asleep I feel I disturb some deeper consciousness in me with my waking. My only reverie is sleep, where my actions go unknown and unaccounted for, for once in life. And reality is decent enough to quiet itself for what seems like a very very short moment in time. When I think about sleep I crave it more than you.
Comments: sing an ode

Sunday, January 5th, 2003

Subject:the sonnet tree
Posted by:kerosenegypsy.
Time:7:55 am.
'lo, there.

--

the sky is afraid of falling in sections.
who would have thought: for kissing my fingers
I would kill to keep your unsteady affection
when my stomach hurts for a more than lingered--
and they think that they are allright now,
they think they are whole. let them sleep

like my swollen caterpillargirl with a sullen brow
and her thick elbows that go far too deep.
let her go, let her go

into plywood shadow and proverbial bed,
because you are a stranger and loveingly slow
at the breaking my heart that will happen instead.
so an empty dessertspoon cracks a small smile
and so the
water in its crumblecrumbs begins softly to cry.)


(c) september second, l.m. kwa
Comments: 2 answered prayers - sing an ode

Thursday, December 26th, 2002

Subject:a cheesey lust poem
Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:12:39 pm.
Mood:bored.
i can see you reflection
all the flaws that pose a threat
do you want me to correct them?
do you want me to dissect them?
i'll knock the wind from your lungs
and let you breathe only the remnants of sugar from my lips
and everything else that's stuck on me
soon after i'll hope to be stuck on you
just like a little girl whose lost her way
but i know better than to let you win
or hold the sun in your hands
its mine it's all mine
you're gonna be mine too someday
i hold the sun
i can keep it burning bright for ever
just like you!
just like you.
Comments: sing an ode

Thursday, December 12th, 2002

Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:10:14 pm.
Mood:tired.
she wore her ass on her face.
Comments: sing an ode

Subject:just some brainstorming. i'm so unorganzied i can't even compose random thoughts.
Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:9:23 pm.
Mood:blah.
my cats are hoping like deer in and out of the room
crazy felines

--------------------------

my thorat is raw. i go to sleep in a maze of twisted sheets. we're all miserable.
my friends, they drags their bodies across campus like sacks of coal.
these days girls look like roses wilting in heat

so let's see what she's made of
will she sizzle, will she settle
i just roll out of bed every morning
all i want is for some one to roll in
and my left brain is going insane
cause everybody's whispering, but they do it all through megaphones
and i don't have the time.
i've got a knot of sheets to undo.
i've got a cough that won't go away.
i've got to wear myself out so when i wake up i'll have forgotten today.

somewhere along the way i'm going to come across alittle bit of optisism
Comments: 1 answered prayer - sing an ode

Monday, December 9th, 2002

Subject:i'm well aware this sounds like it was written by a two year old, and i don't care
Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:5:45 pm.
Mood:anti social.
my little life with so many colors and so much light (that when it dies)
little girls go outside
and cry their hearts out
so no finds out
and the rain just blends into their faces
but i don't want to be one them
i don't want to be around
i want to dance in the rain and hear the melody of an old organ play
(something from an old horror flick)
and i want everything to be completely gray.
Comments: sing an ode

Saturday, December 7th, 2002

Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:5:12 pm.
said I'm not scared
turned to her and smiled
secrets in his eyes, sweetness of desire

Is this desire, enough enough
Comments: sing an ode

Monday, November 4th, 2002

Posted by:cultstars.
Time:3:30 pm.
dance to the dead

i can't remember
the last time i stripped down to you
yr sullen melody a fruitful
to my ears.
i shed each piece of cloth
like a layer of my soul -
i am drunk off our misery
drunk on this wine so bitter
the callous taste of my tongue
on my own lips.
i howl at heated flesh -
oh torment, oh wicked woman,
who enraptured my own mind
each touch of my own limbs
to my own skin
is just another spire to your dying memory
Comments: sing an ode

Saturday, November 2nd, 2002

Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:11:40 pm.
Mood:blah.
Typing with fat little fingers. So much to improve. Words that are lacking and meager, thoughts are heavy and skewed.
I don’t know what to deliver.
I don’t know quite how to.
I won’t make much of a lover.
These days, who expects more from you?
Comments: sing an ode

Sunday, October 27th, 2002

Posted by:stupidmansuit.
Time:10:29 am.
I feel like you're raping my mind when we dance.
Comments: sing an ode

Saturday, October 26th, 2002

Posted by:stupidmansuit.
Time:12:03 pm.
I threw your pictures
to the
back of
my
closet.
I tell myslef I
don't want you.
don't need you.
don't want you.
don't.
need
you.

Hoping soon that I'll be able to convince myself.
Comments: sing an ode

Sunday, October 20th, 2002

Subject:faulty component
Posted by:frenchdisco.
Time:7:34 pm.
All my senses are taking me over. It’s not a beautiful thing. It’s not poetic, it’s systematic, it’s not a beautiful thing.
Comments: sing an ode

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