Quicksand

 im losing sleep over you sleep until noon wake up wen the sun hits my back in my room poetically inspired by this steady growing fire its cause people like you let me down people like you let me down.

Brevity

everything about you is somebody else, you're a product of environment and middleclass wealth, and sleeping that much wont improve your health, your interest in me is like dust on the shelf, easy to brush off despite your mood call me a liar ill show you a fake my old man told me to think on my own and im sure thats your biggest mistake watch the sunrise over mt diablo if you even bother getting dressed today you'll avert your eyes neglect the skies i hate it wen you act that way i miss the old you the one i used to talk to the one who kept her judgements at bay will i ever see you again will i ever see you? if you cut out scheduled time you'll find piece of mind trust me its worth your weight in gold and if u think you're fine go ahead follow that line at least none of my friends do what they're told do you look yourself straight in the eyes and think about who you let between your thighs, cut the shit be real with me you're the only one i ever fucking judge, the one who came to school everyday, woke up for the world, practiced honesty, her business was hers will i ever see you again will i ever see you? 

Mt. Diablo

my thoughts are my doctor's excuse for medicine but i find it healthy to get lost inside my head and come back with all that i can find, and write it down on light blue lines its far more useful than reading the Contra Costa Times

55 up YV road, Encina on my left all you tried and failed to do was justify your theft and i get that you're bereft of other things to occupy yourself, but keep my goddamn name out of your mouth (you're just a shade of bread) 

and all i want is forward progress and maybe next year i'll miss your face but right now its still worthless. wasted time, mostly mine its not my fucking fault so get lost and find your way home

leave my mind alone so i can rate and number my thoughts 1 2 3 on a list that weighs and measures my priorities it goes 1-friends 2-
bands 3-that green two-tone van and losing my money it not about money

cuz all i want is blah blah blah

and all i got was a blank stare, right between the eyes like i wasn't thereand all i got was a blank stare, right between the eyes like i wasn't there

680 South

Who knows how much is left
and i always want what i cant get
but it calms my nerves, and it helps me learn
that i can stand beside my friends
and laugh until the very end
spark fires with lighters and blaze where no one finds us
keep myself sane for one more day

and maybe when im older
ill give up shrug my shoulders
and watch myself become like the rest
but youth is still my best bet
nostalgic till my last breath
if thats something that you cant understand

Call me crazy but we've conquered our fears
and we reject the self obsession that we see in our peers
so when the curtain falls and all of you
are left with your tears
we'll still be standing recommending that you
look in the mirror

at something other than yourself
i hope you're happy with your wealth

Cause im walking through your front door
i said im walking through your front door
just like i did when we were so young
i'm practically begging you come back home

Call me crazy but we've conquered our fears
and we reject the self obsession that we see in our peers
so when the curtain falls and all of you
are left with your tears
we'll still be standing recommending that you
look in the mirror

thestorysofarca

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