Sounds of the City

I've become in a way fond of the way people yell. Mamma yells a lot when she drinks. The store clerks yell when I steal food. My brothers a sisters yell because they are kids, And mamma says they aint got nothin' better to do. And I've become amused by the way the screen door creaks when it opens and closes Every time I leave I hear it, Like the hinges of it know that the home is actually a house and they cry. And the noises of the street, and the grime of the sidewalk dirt. Car horns and sirens that wale and the cars that zip past while we wait on the corner, Me and the gang that is. We normally wait for customers... The ones who want the drugs. They are like us. They like the noises of the street. They fall in love with the Sounds of the city.

STONERS

My parents were gone for three days once. My brother had friends over. The ones with the label "STONERS" And you would think…they would simply make chaos …but they didn’t I came home to find them playing basketball in the driveway And if you think about it they are just normal kids They just wanna have fun, and the only reason they have a label is because this world is fucked up The world fucked them over in some way and they take it out on drugs. And this messed up world we live in just has to put a name on everything, and that’s the one they ended up with. This doesn’t mean that they will cuss at you in a conversation or steal your purse on the street. They are just kids They play They laugh And they have fun

Birthday Candles

When you blow out the candles on a cake, the flame disappears, leaving a spiral of smoke in its path and a very distinct smell. There's just something so magical about how when the singing dies down, you close your eyes, and blow the flame, while you think to your self, all the things you could have and you think quick, because then they ask you what you had wished for . And oh your heart wants so bad to tell them that you wished to be happy. Because you want so badly for happiness. To be able to wake up in the morning and not have to drag our self from that bed. You want so badly to know that you will be safe alone at night when all your thoughts get to you. You want so badly to be crying in the rain and for someone to be able to tell the difference between your tears and the rain. And oh what you wouldn’t give to be able to walk down the street and now have to wonder what others are thinking about your scars. And you want to simply get through the day. And the smell of birthday candles lingers in the air, as you mutter the words "Cant tell, wont come true"

We slow danced to a break up song. And we Harlem shook with no clothes on. We kissed under the moon light. And you told me I was as beautiful as a star. We had a pillow fight with a blanket. And drew all over the foggy windows. We sat there for hours, and I was smiling every moment of it. ...So were you. And it made me think... In two months you will be gone. Forever. It seems as though every time I find a gem, it leaves me too soon. So here is to you my one and only. My prefect little zebra. I love you.

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Maybe you don’t know

Maybe you don’t know that he strives every single day of his life to impress you Maybe he doesn’t want to go to collage Maybe he doesn’t think he's good enough Maybe he's afraid to leave And he doesn’t want to tell you Maybe he's too scared And maybe he smokes that weed because he is depressed And it’s the only glimpse of happiness that he has Maybe its his only thing keeping him sane Maybe he doesn’t do it because he's a bad kid And as for me… Maybe I don’t watch T.V. because I'm lazy Maybe I watch it because I'm afraid of silence Maybe when its too quiet, all that is left are my thoughts And maybe I start to think way too much And maybe I feel like I should no longer be alive Maybe the sound is my only distraction In the wide span of it all Maybe its keeping me alive Maybe Just maybe Maybe you don’t know

Dan

He smells like summer Memories of laughter and fun drift through my mind as he walks by I can remember spending day after day with someone new but he would always be there From swimming and bike riding in the morning To sm'ore roasting at night We were so free and young Carless of the past or the future We were kids It was so beautiful But now he's gone and so is summer