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Slam á Sirkus!!! (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 9 mánuðum

Þeir sem hafa áhuga (og eru 20+) mega endilega kíkja á Sirkus annað kvöld (Miðvikudaginn 6. feb.) kl. 9 og tjá sig. Fyrsta kvöld Andmælis mun þá fara fram, og verður opinn míkrafónn. Þannig að ef þú hefur eitthvað að segja, villt lesa ljóð, singja, rappa, öskra, grenja, eða hlæja, þá er öllum velkomið. Kíkiði á okkur, sassy :p

craziness (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 10 mánuðum

Who is this man, this awkward man, who is just like me, just not like me, trusts not like me, knows not what to be, has his eyes open but can't quite see over the dashboard of his misfortune, which, at any rate is clearly unfortunate, clearly a bad deal to seal your tomorrows in such un-pretty packaging. Those negative thoughts will sting like frost bites your toes, those thoughts are your foes who will grind you down with swift blows to your self that envisions your dreams. He is not what...

Charlie (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum

Eg birti thetta ljod einhverntiman i sumar, en eg er bunad breyta thvi adeins. Eg las thetta a Open Mike kvoldi (Slam Poetry) herna i Washington um daginn og fekk finar motokur. Eg er ad fila thetta miklu betur svona…hvad finnst ykkur? I know the mind relentlessly forcing me to find that every man is blind to a certain degree. Forcing me to hide behind All that they see, and I want to be. I know the type of place you have a tendency to displace all visions of face. Desperately grabbing any...

Red and Blue (4 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 1 mánuði

Before I was young I was old. Before I was old I was beautiful, just like you. Red and blue remind me of the love you slew. Blue and red mark the bloodshed in the darkness where i bled, in the stillness where you left me for dead. I sought redemption through the attention you paid to my clumsy conversation, whilst secretly praying for my devestation. You unearthed my soul, then proceeded to swallow it whole. I could breath in your sin, but I'd fail to exhale through that grin you would have...

No More (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 5 mánuðum

Please crawl out of my head, I have no tears left to shed. Please make an effort to let go, the curtains have closed, and it's the end of this show. Please let me make this break, there's nothing left, of me, for you to take. Please release my heart, it hurts when you squeeze it, and we need to be apart. Please understand, it doesn't help that you have your head in the sand, and just beacause you're reaching doesn't mean I'll take your hand Please go away, my soul has split in two, and I...

Betrayal (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 5 mánuðum

As I fall through the occupied space in your head. As I stitch together wounds that have already bled. I testify on behalf of severed hearts, and other broken parts, and the rivers of tears that have already been shed.

Goodbye (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 5 mánuðum

Goodbye, I wish you well. A well in which to drown, your head to swell, my patience to dwell, beneath your ugly crown, making me your clown.

My Desire (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum, 5 mánuðum

I am screwed beyond any comprihension beyond any translucent promise of redemption Encased in a feather lined void I am in animated suspension With the sun burning in my chest The sun became my moon and the moon became the rest Within the chaos there is a man who becomes my core He is what I was before He will make me his whore A dormant emotion I resist in absent desire I want to want to want to want I resist in absent desire and set your dreams on fire.