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you remind me of velcro shoes
    fuckin stupid
and if there was any way to silence that
shrill obnoxious voice thats too many dB's
my life would be alot less jarring
my nerves are over worked
cuz you're a fucking jerk
from me you bring out the worst
just stfu you make my ears hurt
you make me wanna chew glass
spit the shards in your eyes and laugh
you been bearing down on me all my life
i used to run and hide, now i wanna fight
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold
whats on my mind is a blur
its moving too fast for sure
cant seem to grasp it at all
my expectations too small

window of opportunity, transparent
its become apparent i spared it
i stare at its faint recollection
now just a fading reflection
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold
The sun may be blazing on me, but im sweating for different reasons. It seems i get my best luck during different seasons, leaving it in the hands of what others are dealing. But the temperature outside isn't what im feeling, see, Im feeling time slipping away from me while its gaining on me at the same time, im feeling like the reason why i dont question why outright might lie with the fact that if shit just dont feel right, well,sometimes thats the only thing in my life i feel like standing by. Why speak and spell it out for others to see when its my sight that perceives what illustrates real life to me? It would be a waste of time, a waste of breath;so a vacant sigh should define it best. Many aimless tries of mine fall off the wayside in these trials of life and these days its a question whether im awake in the daytime or breaking my unfocused concentration when something obvious is in my face like an unnoticed moment or situation i've been storing up hope for but i mistake it for noise or it just goes ignored because im always so wrapped up in "wtf am i here for", generally speaking, as well as in the present sense. Im terrible at leaving things up to my own expected intellect, but i swear im just really distracted by the aftermath of my brainspace's trainwreck. Im not trying to refrain from saying things that actually make sense but im afraid that this is the only way to express what impacts the little bit of  me that still gets hit back when reality collapses and smacks me with that breath-taking check that i need, shit, double-check me for accuracy, please, im up against myself here and thats my own worst enemy, im the only one known to be the first to catch a glance casted indirectly at me, from me, and thats the thing, see. I know it sounds funny, but i need to be sure to be at a place to observe myself observing the world and everything else because i refuse to follow thoughts popping up from undisclosed locations like a robot under a preprogrammed set of instructions because i see no actual benefit of just shufflin along and not enacting my own free will and as a matter of fact i do think that i will think of whats the source of the things that i actually do feel as opposed to the things that i am expected to, and yes, its true, i too can be a one man wrecking crew, and if you insist on taking up space in my brain then the fuckin rent is due, im up to my neck in distorted truths, it takes alot of intention to see through the fog that leaves me in suspense in this void i find myself in, again and again...
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold
The end is the beginning
never-ending infinity
is this the best that it can be
understanding nothing and questioning everything
all we're left with is repressed memories
twisted fates and rejected destinies
history of waste and the hate left in me
I'm always minutes away from
                 breaking my mental state of being
my mental rental space is fleeting
I'll never confess to what im feeling
dealing with the stress of what I find unappealing
I hate having to remind myself to keep on breathing
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold
Is anything? I mean I know but I dont. I think things are going slow but i dont know. If everything was as rapid as they claim then I wouldn't be able to see them. I think. I dont know.
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold
you remind me of velcro shoes
    fuckin stupid
and if there was any way to silence that
shrill obnoxious voice thats too many dB's
my life would be alot less jarring
my nerves are over worked
cuz you're a fucking jerk
from me you bring out the worst
just stfu you make my ears hurt
you make me wanna chew glass
spit the shards in your eyes and laugh
you been bearing down on me all my life
i used to run and hide, now i wanna fight
  • Mood: Dead
  • Listening to: BDC
  • Reading: peoples' minds
  • Watching: my plans unfold

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:icondavidatwell:
DavidAtwell Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2014
happy birthday to me.... bleh
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Aichobitz Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Student Writer
Happens to me too, but that's OK. Y
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DavidAtwell Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014
i've decided to destroy all my work in my gallery, and start fresh... idk why i guess i just dont like any of it anymore. im not even sure where it all came from, something about a level of consciousness being abducted or something, channelling, idk i wasn't paying attention. im not even sure i know what im talking about right now.
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