aceblade's works for Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

time it is?

I know time is of the essence but, in this case, I left the obligation of pretending And processed my thoughts and opinions Into facts, my imagination helps unlock paths to new beginnings It's tragic when comprehending how some of my people are living But most want to express this just to get in... Sign in to see full entry.

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wide awake panic

wide awake, like snakes in a panic, never woke up alone ever before, had a woman as long as he could remember, trys to forget but he can't, out of bed having dreams in the shower, she's standing naked, he's apologizing, reaches for her but the water turns to red hot, woken up to be burnt, hurt... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 8:36 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

situations in my head

it's alright, there comes a time, got no patience to search for peace of mind, laying low, want to take it slow, no more hiding or disquising things I've chose, it's okay, to have a bad day, hands are bruised from breaking rocks all day, see you playing this dude, well I'm happy for you, think it's... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 8:23 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

Lonliness, it shadows me, quicker than darkness, does to the surface of my skin is there a place around here that'll buy this? come around and look into my empty soul, unofficial courage used, you picked a song that once was mine, I walk this maze alone, is blackness the color seen when I'll feel... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 7:28 PM | add or view comments (0) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

aint right

inside always trying to get back inside but its so hard to penetrate my skin, low as I can get, I'd leave but I cant forget, i still wonder why it ain't right, bought as low I as I can get beaten but I cant forget, and I wonder why I can't write, I ain't right, can't leave and can't forget, i ain't... Sign in to see full entry.

posted by aceblade at 7:06 PM | add or view comments (3) | leave calling card | link to this | view only this entry

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