Everyday
Real quick shout out to Big A, little a and the T triplets, Sheniqua, Dashieka, Moniqua, all the homies in Cell Block Q, and Jebus, without you none of this is possible. This post brought by the letter... bong.
AnachronismThe time for play, has withered away And exists now in the past. While the time for work, forever lurks, In days that seem to last.Anachronism
Inside the hues, of the blacks and blues Is where I seem to roam, The world kept at bay, while wherever I lay, Is where i call my home
For all of my life, I've only known strife, It's a scar upon my mind, A simpler time, that is more sublime, I desperately want to find,
TracesDingy photos, faded memories, Figurines that fall like leaves, then disappear, and all I can think, is it real? Is it real? Why do my hands shake at her picture, why are my arms stained in red? Did I save her, or cut her down? And with all my being I scream, is it real? Is it real? Travelling the maze in my head, Ghosts around every corner, I trace it all back to the beginning, and wish I never knew what is real. What is real? Back to the fulcrum, to the origins, and I discover, My sin is far worse, I didn't save her, norTraces
Chasing ShadowsShadow: A patch of shade. A dark figure projected by anything which intercepts rays of light. A dark or less illuminated part of a picture. An inseperable companion. A Ghost.Chasing Shadows
This is the Event Horizon. The point where a line crosses a line. Where all things converge. Where we all fall down the rabbit hole,
as shadows flicker and chase down its depths.
For each person its different:
its a look, a touch, a motion, a sign. These are the seeds that are planted,
seeds that never stop growing
because you just never can stop t
HeroHe sits alone in his room dreaming of being more he dreams of times that have never existed outside of a book he closes his eyes and he says 'I want to be a hero'Hero
She sits alone thinking about everything wishing she had someone to save the day someone that doesn't exist inside her world she closes her eyes and she says 'I need a hero'
They sit alone within sight of each other wishing for something that will never be wanting what is just
out of reach they close their ey
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Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
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