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I believe

acefspades — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 17:38:34 +0000

I believe in emptiness, in voids, in black eyes and in shattered floors. I believe in holes and pits where ignorance is bliss. I believe in bubbles and in prisons where honest thoughts grow wild, no influece to mar them, they shape as true ideas. I believe in no one yet I hope I’ll be believed, I shy away from contact, no inspiration but myself. I believe in solitude, I believe that it will drive me far. I believe in a future when I come outside from these voids, a complete man, an inspiration from which others will, in turn, shy away.

Another Green Notebook

acefspades — Thu, 17 Jun 2010 04:32:13 +0000

Today I bought a green notebook and I wrote in it. Starting fresh on the clean pages of a new notebook wasn’t just something to overlook, you know, it was a symbol: it symbolized a new beginning and the end of a chapter in my life, the semester of the change. Now, I believe I am safe to say, I am truly a writer.
¡A writer! That is not only what I am, it is also who I am, a writer. The future lies open before my feet, a path that I need only to tread and it is mine. And I made it happen. I am a writer, and I have another green notebook to prove it.

The Drug

acefspades — Sun, 09 May 2010 23:24:35 +0000

The world is spinning, swirling, churning; images are blurred and sounds have become numb.; there is a boiling feeling in my chest and many shivers sweep through me. Words are hard to understand, they are so near yet they remain evasive and I can’t.
The drug is running through my body, those changes in my mind and self are caused by it. It causes me to twitch and jump, it cuases me to fidget. It throws a wave of sleep through me, it throws me a storm of thoughts. I become tired and quite distant but, alas, there is no way so many thoughts will let me sleep.
Oh blessed drug, I worship you. You torment me yet in you I lay my love. So many thoughts you force on me, so much exhaustion and so many swings, and I thank you for it all.

Of Music and Words

acefspades — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 01:58:41 +0000

Music, you move me. An aimless meandering through notes is all it takes, one improvisation with closed eyes to send the mind soaring through the wind. Indeed, the music comes from within, and words are sung by its side, sung in paper and with great force too, they speak of things whowever weak, they give them strength, but only he who has the gift can wield them. Only he who has honed skills may succeed, once he tries, in changing that which was once thought with but a couple of notes and then a clause.

The Nameless Generation

acefspades — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 03:17:09 +0000

I believe in the new generation, nameless for the present time; the journeys are its seal. Alas, those journeys of both mind and body , they are the path towards the freedom of the mind. Cafeine the fuel, flowing thoughts its goal, it surely must inspire a change: a change in heart and a change in mind of whoever hears those words that spread wings wide and fly from open mouths. Step by step the journey flows, and ideas flow as well, and exitement rises in our chests as the holy drug enters our veins.

A Fountain of Ideas

acefspades — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 23:49:57 +0000

There are journeys people tend to avoid, these journeys are in turn of the kind that thrill the mind and send the senses flying. The imagination takes off casting a rainbow of ideas behind, and those minds that dare gaze are those that rise above all others. These are select journeys, rare, and they appeal only to a few. My mission is to find whoever will join me in flying high, a tour of the world in search of coffee and ideas, a nameless generation, a fountain of ideas.

The Road of Dreams

acefspades — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 21:40:50 +0000

I wish I could wake up, rise and leave all dreams behind. I wish I could step outside of this fantasy I’ve made my life of. I wish I could go back into reality for just a little while. I wish all of this only so, when I get bored of gazing upon truthful things, I can step into a refreshed world of fantasy and dreams, a world renewed and ready to bring back that smile into my face.

Winds of Change?

acefspades — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 07:48:12 +0000

There are times when I ask myself where my life is headed. I sometimes wonder if I am treading down the right path, or if maybe I am but I keep missing whatever boons that path throws at me. There are things I wish to change, although there are others that I like or maybe am not ready to throw away. It is all just like a great question mark, sometimes. Or more accurately, like there is a great door with a question mark stamped across it, and I strive hard to open it, but it just won’t budge.

Maybe life is about interrogations, and the trick is not to search for answers, but to keep asking questions, then forget them and focus on more questions. Let the rest who haven’t caught up struggle with them.

Anyways, I expect some winds of change to blow down my direction. I am soon going overseas to that place I love but haven’t visited for some time. I hope to find some answers there, about who I am and what it is I want. I am kicking the meds as well, and hopefully that will help me see things more clearly. And once I do, I will take the direction I see fit.

Maybe I am naive to think it will all work out, and all in one trip. But it is a good prospect and something to hold on to, so I will. No matter if nothing comes out of it, no matter if I find myself in a ditch. I owe it to myself and to the world to at least try.

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Haphazard Raves

acefspades — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:00:04 +0000

Is imagination better than reality? I guess it depends, because if you can get over the fact that living in an imaginary palace of thoughts is living a downright lie, then the benefits far excel the deficits. Because living in your own reality means living somewhere where all the rules are your own, where things always turn out as you want them to, and where excitement will fill you at the prospect of crating new conflicts that will be needed to keep the story going on, and with it, make life interesting. Some people think that because you control everything that happens inside the reality that is your own, then you will meet no surprises, and eventually you will get bored. They’re wrong; the mind is a dark place, one we can’t get to know entirely, so what comes out of it might really astonish the senses. If you have a vivid enough imagination, your head may function as a television set, giving you entertainment you are guaranteed to like. So, is imagination better than reality? Oh yes!

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Drifting Utterings

acefspades — Sat, 09 May 2009 18:30:54 +0000

I’d love to live inside my head, be one of my thoughts. No worries would chase me, I would just be, and I would amuse my creator greatly. The life of a thought, perfection! No death, no pain. There’s the possibility that I would be a little jealous – although thoughts can’t feel any emotions – of the other thoughts like me, only different, born to substitute me, to be the new amuser, but I’d grow out of it, because I would know no one could ever replace me. I would have been created for a purpose, you see, and I would have fulfilled it, and there’s no changing the past. So I would continue being and with my job done, and I would never die, because a thought can be forgotten but can always reappear, even if its creator dies. Thoughts live on. Even if no one else knew about me, I would continue to exist in time, and in The Pensive Island, where all thoughts once thought end up, being just as they were, never aging, never changing, with no feeling and no emotion, just existing. And that would be perfect.

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