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Spies (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 20 árum, 1 mánuði

My girl has eyes, like spies that make minds unfurl, like when broken blinds curl open. My girl is outspoken and matter of fact, facts are cracked like that! Wheeling and dealing, tit for tat, she takes it all in her stride. My girl has pride, and all bullshit aside I’d follow her through stolen time and empty space, for her smile races rational thinking to a lost place and without blinking she can re-mould and re-trace my visions of now, the divisions between real and not concealed by her...

Ego (3 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 20 árum, 1 mánuði

Lyrical flow is what I know, like a corner ho can blow, I can throw words in the air with the care a daredevil takes in a dare, rhymes overflow, like nickles and dimes fill my pockets, until I'm shooting up rockets of thought into the unseen, inbetween, caught in a dream of beats and electro feats, a seamless address to borrowed ears, and my burried fears dissipate and evapourate, as a new fate awaits to sedate, and re-evaluate my state of mind, 'cause paper throughts are sometimes unkind...

no imitations (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 20 árum, 2 mánuðum

I have nothing to say, no feelings to convey, no mediocre thoughts to lay down on paper. My mind is vapour, tiny particles in the air, spread around carelessly, leaving my head bare, like an echo, let go on to infinity, an empty drums serenity. I grind to halt, leaving skid marks in the asphalt, as sparks tear into the atmosphere, and find my mind still there, at ease, ideas scattered by the breeze are battered into existence with bitter resistance, for words litter my head, but sentences...

titter tattered edges (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 21 árum, 3 mánuðum

The core of the matter, the titter tattered edges, the asymmetric window ledges, the frayed hedges in the moonshine breeze. Perhaps my soul will freeze in your glimpse of foreverness. Your body’s distress signals me to dress you down, and paint into the cracks of your frown, to make you renewed and glued to the seat of your smile. But all the while my tiled up attic with my piles of static is making me erratic with want for more of this sweetness, this neatness of bonds tied and released and...

boundless joy (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 21 árum, 3 mánuðum

I’m so fucking bored, I want to crawl out of my skin and bounce in the marshmallow snow… …that blows me towards the yellow glow of city streets and beats that flow, where buildings sway as sounds rebound every which way as they pound into walls, and then fall into silence shaped balls that roll through eternities white washed halls, leaving glimpses of a place where boredom cannot thrive, where I can arrive with graceful fun and dive into a sun filled haze, alive and unfazed and fucking...

Unraveling (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 21 árum, 11 mánuðum

My thoughts unravel as I travel through time tunnelled air loops funnelled with care through diagonal strands of pearls worn by girls to make little boys stare and fathers tear at their hair. With sandals in hand, burning my feet on the sun beaten concreet street, I prefer to stand in the sand where the sea licks away the heat, like a salty kiss from a boy after coy conversation, and without explanation I am dancing in the shadow of my unexpected joy. Dancing in the shadow of my unexpected...

After Dark (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 1 mánuði

Starting at the beginning when winning is not an option, but a nescessary concoction of will, power, and grinning in the face of fear, stripping my soul for a beer to find the right gear. Blessed with a gift to stear myself to the will of others in a time when my head and heart are no longer brothers, brothers in arms, brothers in the arms of women lost in lustful pursuit of a stolen dream, served with sugared cream, and swallowed whole in a truly unholy way. When did I stray? Stranded in...

Opinn Míkrófónn (0 álit)

í Smásögur fyrir 22 árum, 1 mánuði

Það verður opinn míkrófónn á 22 á fimmtudaginn 25 apríl. Það verður lögð ríkari áhersla á ljóðalestur en á rappið, eins og hefur verið á Sirkus. Komið og látið heyra í ykkur hvort sem þið skrifið á ensku eða íslensku, eða vijið singja eða spilá gítar. Þið skapið stemmninguna… Byrjar kl. 22 Frítt inn Rodo

Opinn Míkrófónn (6 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 1 mánuði

Það verður opinn míkrófónn á 22 á fimmtudaginn 25 apríl. Það verður lögð ríkari áhersla á ljóðalestur en á rappið, eins og hefur verið á Sirkus. Komið og látið heyra í ykkur hvort sem þið skrifið á ensku eða íslensku, eða vijið singja eða spilá gítar. Þið skapið stemmninguna… Byrjar kl. 22 Frítt inn Rodo

vulnerable (5 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 1 mánuði

I feel so vulnerable, unable, incapable, hiding under the table, living in a fable, a dream, waiting for someone to beam me away, waiting for something to lead me astray, waiting for my pie in the sky, waving goodbye…goodbye… …but I’m still here, over there in the corner with little jack Horner, but I made him cry and now he hates me and I just wanted to get high but the guilt is meddling with my good mood, peddling food for thought, making me brood over misplaced advice, and an unlucky roll...

veit ekki (2 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 2 mánuðum

My joys are few and my sorrows plenty and most of my dreams are running on empty, so…how do you move forward when the program's in reverse? I feel stuck in a curse, obtuse and perverse. I need to get out, I need to be free, but where do you go when you cant see? How do you flee when you've nowhere to be? I have so many words to say, but nothing is gained, so many demons to slay, but still I've refrained. Every day I run away, but still I am chained, choosing to imprison myself for fear of…...

Andmæli: Slam poetry og hip hop á Sirkus! (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 2 mánuðum

Á miðvikudaginn 6. febrúar hófust kvöld á Sirkus sem nefnast Andmæli. Andmæli boðar málfrelsi og óhefta tjáningu við opinn míkrófóninn á staðnum. Fyrsta kvöldið var gríðarlega vel sótt af þekktum sem óþekktum listamönnum sem stigu á stokk, fluttu ljóð, sungu, röppuðu og bítboxuðu. Nú verður ekki aftur snúið því Andmæli verður fastur liður á Sirkus annan hvern miðvikudag. Næsta kvöld er semsagt í kvöld, miðvikudaginn 20. mars! Be there or be…square..:p Rodo

Andmæli: Slam og hip hop á Sirkus! (4 álit)

í Hip hop fyrir 22 árum, 2 mánuðum

Á miðvikudaginn 6. febrúar hófust kvöld á Sirkus sem nefnast Andmæli. Andmæli boðar málfrelsi og óhefta tjáningu við opinn míkrófóninn á staðnum. Fyrsta kvöldið var gríðarlega vel sótt af þekktum sem óþekktum listamönnum sem stigu á stokk, fluttu ljóð, sungu, röppuðu og bítboxuðu. Nú verður ekki aftur snúið því Andmæli verður fastur liður á Sirkus annan hvern miðvikudag. Næsta kvöld er semsagt í kvöld, miðvikudaginn 20. mars! Be there or be…square..:p Rodo

Andmæli á Sirkus. (4 álit)

í Rokk fyrir 22 árum, 3 mánuðum

Á miðvikudaginn 6. febrúar hófust kvöld á Sirkus sem nefnast Andmæli. Andmæli boðar málfrelsi og óhefta tjáningu við opinn míkrófóninn á staðnum. Fyrsta kvöldið var gríðarlega vel sótt af þekktum sem óþekktum listamönnum sem stigu á stokk, fluttu ljóð, sungu, röppuðu og bítboxuðu. Nú verður ekki aftur snúið því Andmæli verður fastur liður á Sirkus annan hvern miðvikudag. Næsta kvöld Andmælis verður semsagt annað kvöld kl. 9. Be there or be…square..:p Rodo

Andmæli á Sirkus. (13 álit)

í Hip hop fyrir 22 árum, 3 mánuðum

Á miðvikudaginn 6. febrúar hófust kvöld á Sirkus sem nefnast Andmæli. Andmæli boðar málfrelsi og óhefta tjáningu við opinn míkrófóninn á staðnum. Fyrsta kvöldið var gríðarlega vel sótt af þekktum sem óþekktum listamönnum sem stigu á stokk, fluttu ljóð, sungu, röppuðu og bítboxuðu. Nú verður ekki aftur snúið því Andmæli verður fastur liður á Sirkus annan hvern miðvikudag. Næsta kvöld er semsagt annað kvöld kl. 9. Be there or be…square..:p Rodo

Slam á Sirkus!!! (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 3 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, 4 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 22 árum, 6 mánuðum

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 22 árum, 7 mánuðum

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 22 árum, 11 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 22 árum, 11 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 22 árum, 11 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 22 árum, 11 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.

not knowing (1 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 22 árum, 12 mánuðum

not knowing who I am not knowing why I am not knowing where I'm going, or how to get there and not giving a damn not knowing what I want not knowing when I want it not knowing the future not fearing not caring just making a fist not knowing what's good or bad not knowing what I had until it was missed not knowing what's makebelieve and what's real not knowing how to love and what to feel not knowing where to go and what to bring not knowing who, or why I am but still knowing everything.

Whatever (0 álit)

í Ljóð fyrir 23 árum

I dislike you, the bastard, the prick, the man thing, toy boy with no dick. I dislike you penis boy and all the crap that you sing about and all the shit that you bring about when you strut the ego and give me stuff to shout about. I dislike you, love taker, messing with my life, spirit breaker, you\'re a lier, a faker, a trouble maker. I cant remember where I went during the time I spent inside your head and in your bed, listening to all you said, worshipping every dent of this body you...

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Spies (0 álit)

Ego (3 álit)

no imitations (1 álit)

titter tattered edges (1 álit)

boundless joy (2 álit)

Unraveling (0 álit)

After Dark (0 álit)

Opinn Míkrófónn (0 álit)

Opinn Míkrófónn (6 álit)

vulnerable (5 álit)

veit ekki (2 álit)

Andmæli: Slam poetry og hip hop á Sirkus! (0 álit)

Andmæli: Slam og hip hop á Sirkus! (4 álit)

Andmæli á Sirkus. (4 álit)

Andmæli á Sirkus. (13 álit)

Slam á Sirkus!!! (0 álit)

craziness (0 álit)

Charlie (0 álit)

Red and Blue (4 álit)

No More (1 álit)

Betrayal (0 álit)

Goodbye (0 álit)

My Desire (1 álit)

not knowing (1 álit)

Whatever (0 álit)

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