Shit that YOU MADE

Jody Hatton (@xdude) 10 years, 4 months ago

Hello! My name is Jody and I’m sick of seeing people post stupid shit that other people made.

Not on here — on Facebook. The latest plague seems to be quote images. Not text quotes, images with nothing but words in them. UGH! Consume consume!

I’m not exactly sure why I’m so threatened by it all — I mean, as a creator, noticing that 99% of people don’t make their own stuff should give me comfort.

But anyway. Here’s some stupid, pointless, mediocre shit I made — BUT I MADE IT!

Please post something YOU made!


May 25, 2012 at 2:55 pm
Cloud-watcher (12) (@bookheadedcellist) 9 years, 4 months ago ago

(silence) project on my portfolio website:
Password is w0rkinprogress

carsonfritz (1) (@carsonfritz) 9 years, 4 months ago ago

this is a movie i wrote and directed. i am a sophomore in highschool.

josephm (772) (@josephm) 9 years, 4 months ago ago

rise above, never quit~ indoctrinate it.
side-step in-time-expand your mind, it’s,
such a fine fit, poetic rhyme rift’s.
our mind, we must find it; galactic time slits.

medical approbation, mind-state elevation
think clearly, leering, sear thee.
Fear. Me. gleamed I be. cloak my fiend.
retreat to dream. precisely stack my cream.

sub-conscious induction, internal function,
weapons of mass-mind reconstruction.
succession, recession, overly obsessing.
confession of depression, digression, guessing .stressing.
progressing in condescending. conscious possession professing .love.
educated guessing, expression, of our collection.

distress in congress, acquiesce, confess.
consciousness, suppressed. coalesce.
the blessed re-assess oppressed.

infiltrate this emirate, defibrillate our conscious state
finesse this celestial quest, or get assessed a vest

universal intentions~my mind——————– isn’t fenced in,
karma stacking, negative lacking, brilliance inhabiting
omniscient casting, land of asking.
see through fraudulent backing, grasp for traction,mystical infraction.
stay in tact sure, subliminal rapture, caricature.

counter-culture vulture, galaxy voyeur. for sure.

angelic wings bring us up-stream,metaphysical binge.
.unhinge. don’t cringe. invaded by the golden syringe, kings.

rhymes always testing, my flow kept in,
my soul, resting, until contesting, bring my best in
life style protesting, correction, lawful infection
strengthen, for you can win, this game of admins,

spirit sign in, modern day titan.

^- hip hop attempt ^-^ the song is the instrumental that inspired me

Alex (141)M (@alexishungry) 9 years, 4 months ago ago

@carsonfritz, That was actually pretty funny.

This is my first full electronic song that I’ve made. If you have a soundcloud account, I would really appreciate it if you could just drop a comment with any kind of suggestion/criticism at all!

carsonfritz (1) (@carsonfritz) 9 years, 4 months ago ago


Anonymous (0) (@) 9 years, 4 months ago ago
E.C.F. Doyle (346) (@chekovchameleon) 9 years, 4 months ago ago

Poems; there be two.

The captain and the sea.

I lay upon the dark night screaming,
Harrowed dreaming,
Searching for some wisdom wise,

And looking to the morning asking;
What is lasting
Viewed through these haggard eyes?

There is fear to love,
And love to fear.
Great emptiness,
Empty greatness.

Drift upon that ocean sailing,
Winds ‘a wailing,
Searching for some land to see.

Lay him down, the captain, dying,
Crewmen crying,
Wonder what it was to be.

There is fashion to life
And life to fashion.
Sensible futility,
Futile sensibility.

Rap upon that door and wonder,
Endless ponder,
“Will this fellow answer me?”

The ferryman he answers slowly,
Waiting coldly.
“I wonder does he wait for me?”



With a knock-knock and a cold wind
The period panelling moved away.
Then the paternal audit.
The other was silent, but
A matriarch’s love needs no words.
A glance blabs volumes.

“How was your journey?”
Fine. Nothing but banal.
Should it have been a grand coup?
Through land and sea and underworld.
Dauntless romping for a certain end;
To offer a prize at his door.

We sat on the suede for single malt
With talk of lavish distractions.
The fire roared off unyielding fuel
And illuminated the crystal.
“Can I smoke?” I could not.
A wishbone sat in the ashtray.

Rich polish and swirling white
In black, exploited the senses.
Scales of romantic beauty,
Descending, marching to torture,
(“Do you play?” He did not.)
In spite of the unplayed grand.

Then my compensation, floating
Down the stairs and we stood
As if to praise a grand centrepiece.
Curtseys and bows and sacrifices
And all the time was frittered
And all the traditions fulfilled.

We walked coldly in the wind.
She no longer belonged to me, but
To empty ashtrays and silent pianos.
When looking straight at her
And her down at me, I knew,
I would return with another, nameless.

Ricardo (1) (@4coins) 9 years, 2 months ago ago
Anonymous (0) (@) 9 years ago ago

Here is my band’s E.P. We are called “My Friends Band”. Let us know what you guys think

Andrew (0) (@ivheldstab) 9 years ago ago
Colt (4) (@who92) 8 years, 12 months ago ago

Song I wrote/recorded with my friend that we just got done producing. Hope you enjoy!

SkyMikez (2) (@SkyMikez) 8 years, 12 months ago ago

@kazi, Dude, thats awesome!

Anonymous (0) (@) 8 years, 12 months ago ago

my co-worker’s aunt makes $88 every hour on the internet. She has been unemployed for eight months but last month her income was $19908 just working on the internet for a few hours. my link…..


Peri (7) (@Peripheral) 8 years, 12 months ago ago

A quick prose poem:

She was another of those: eyes pale blue like Neptune against caramel angular skin that urges me to dip into the ether and fly within that stormy blue weather. I shiver. I cannot hold my own against these. She asks me why I read Joyce and the wry curve of her thin purple lips lifts a tone of maroon irony that slips through the transistor radio of my ears and colors my already-turbulent waters with that yearning to return the idea and add my hue to the canvass on which she first drew. If only she knew that I was too far in deep space to mind Neptune: I’m blind to all until I meet Miss Begin.

Jody Hatton (88) (@xdude) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

@painfulfart, oooh! Is that what you do for a living? I get people asking me ALL THE TIME where/how to get apps made and I never have anybody to refer them to…

Anonymous (0) (@) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

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Han Lias (10) (@hstews) 8 years, 11 months ago ago


Han Lias (10) (@hstews) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

[soundcloud url=”; params=”” width=” 100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /]


Han Lias (10) (@hstews) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

Third times the charm.


Nick (195) (@nickc2007) 8 years, 11 months ago ago
Taras (534) (@painfulfart) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

@xdude, yes my business is only about half a year old and I still have LOTS to learn but if you know anyone who isnt looking for anything to advanced I can definitely help out :) My website is in my HE profile. Currently under going some work and will be up in a week or 2 :) Cheers

Jody Hatton (88) (@xdude) 8 years, 11 months ago ago

@painfulfart, eh… hmmm. All I get is an “under construction” page. :D

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