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6 entries this month
 

00:42 Nov 16 2012
Times Read: 522


"When an artist wants to show you their art or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written it’s quite often an expression of trust because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart, little pieces of the artists themselves..and if they’re willing to share it with you, you should appreciate it"


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07:46 Nov 15 2012
Times Read: 529


A grey spot on the wall..unnoticeable, ignored..thats what I want to become..a thing u dont mind invading ur home..to unimportant for you to waste your time climbing a ladder to scrub me away..



you allow me to exist purely out of inconvenience....


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XbluesandX
XbluesandX
01:06 Nov 16 2012

That's kinda sad. :(





Deola
Deola
06:06 Nov 25 2012

heh, well yeah I was sad when I wrote it..



sadness fuels the misery of artistic writing..





 

11:02 Nov 07 2012
Times Read: 543


Ive lost track of time again..the days blend together like bleach corrupting a blood spatter in a murder scene..wishing the rain to come down like an acid bath..months, years, trivial pursuits of wanton delights..no answers, no serious enlightenment on the path of righteousness..blurring into the background of existance I am of no consequence...


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spookshow
spookshow
11:28 Nov 07 2012

I like these words but they get me thinking

you are of consequence to me dear lady

and I'm so glad we met....

damn it marry me woman :D





Deola
Deola
20:04 Nov 07 2012

aww you are too sweet to me doll..

**blush**



p.s.

you don't wanna marry me, I whine too much lol





 

Next Saturday is my Birthday

01:29 Nov 07 2012
Times Read: 547



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The most truth about my life that you'll ever get....

01:37 Nov 06 2012
Times Read: 557


http://youtu.be/a7UFQaDoS9o











P.O.S. - Is Ruining My Life

Album: Audition



It was buried under a flask and I caught peekin' from the bottom of a glass

All this nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence,

indulgence in bourbon, this herb between city kids it's disturbed

Up and around to see the same shit from her

She gets so silent,

Watchin' life just pass by in a blur

Ain't it funny?

We can sneak into our lives undisturbed?

Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words?



Everybody wanna be the next

Everybody wanna be in step

Everybody wanna fuck

Everybody want the consequence of playin' the fence

Everybody's got shit luck

Everybody wanna move to they own beat

Everybody wanna make a dent

Every girl is lookin' for the next best thing

Every boy's in love with his girl's best friend

Everybody hates me

Everybody wanna fight



We can't stand to wake up in the sun

But can't sleep in the moonlight

I'm right there wit ya

I'm sicker than my own skin

I got the clothes and the jaded grin

I'm at the bar or the coffee shop

But I don't like drinkin'

And I fuckin' hate coffee shops

I'm off the stop and roll

It's best spin like a twist-a-whirl

This ain't amusment, I'm a loser

It was bullshit, It was bullshit, uh

Got two cents

But everybody seems to have the same change but can't break my five-oh

Two cents, (yeah right) but can't spend nothing if I'm holdin' the carp it's like



If you come down and just breathe and just breathe in and out

You'll feel a whole lot better

Close your eyes

Dissapear

If you can't see them,

then they can't see you

Right?

Close your eyes



I can never be what I wanna be

Nothin' but a man

Nothin's even inside of me

Nothin I can understand

If I try, and so I try

To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand



I can never be what I wanna be

Nothin' but a man

Nothin's even inside of me

Nothin I can understand

If I try, and so I try

To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand



This..



And It's strained to think it might break

Scratch, Crack, Silence,



This..



And It's strained to think it might break

Scratch, Crack,



I live in the city like any other

We all live alone

The only difference is we don't seem to know it

Frozen and lonesome when it's cold

In the summer gotta wait for the loathing

Holding, our posture so low

And we drink so there's not much worth noting

Strolling, so vagrant, so shaken, so grown, so god so mistaken

So broke, so, so complacent,

so worn out, so worn out, so worn out

So full of doubt, so full of restrain

So full of that self-control,

or the lack thereof...

That we thought was soul



If you come down and just breathe and just breathe in and out

You'll feel a whole lot better

Close your eyes

Dissapear

If you can't see them,

then they can't see you

Right?

Close your eyes



I can never be what I wanna be

Nothin' but a man

Nothin's even inside of me

Nothin I can understand

If I try, and so I try

To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

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01:05 Nov 06 2012
Times Read: 560


"Finding love makes it worth the pain of searching for it....."


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