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We pretend were best friends
known each other for years
well, thats the feeling we exude.

Its not for our selves
to feel at ease
the few times we, interact

Its for the people who've claimed us
if we are theirs now
then no new people, are aloud

But those who love
in an open hearted way
loving all, for some reason or other

Those who are deamed whores
or flirts depending on
what they got away with, or caught with

They will always apreaciat another
finding beuaty and excepting kindness
from any character, who allows such things

So we pretend were old and dear to each other
this facade manifesting into truth
we become, dear to each other

Bike rides in the dark

This is a silly one. But I was riding down the pine hills at 1am a little drunk and defying the world. so eh.


A firm decent
almost as dark as having closed eyes
wind is such a bully

the final curve
to that steepest straight away
was an all or nothing

Ive lived hard
now its tim to be firm

I dont need to see
it all goes by so fast anyways

If I go fast enough
the wind will only cause tears

Oh shit now im at the bottom
with the smell of burnt rubber and the thrill gone
at least i can hold this over those who havnt

Tea Bee

With blood shot eyes and sunken cheeks
I tighten the vest I wore to commemorate
my degenerate heros

The party was not impressed
when they saw my red stained hanky
receive new speckles from my coughing fit
caused by laughter, at my own joke

"No im not ok! I am an artist, a poet, cant you see my hanky"
Shaking it in their faces, drawing it back quick
to catch my good humor, and add to my costume
Its a good thing I brought my own whisky to the party

"He looks mad"
"Yeah, but kind of good too, is that weird?"
I over hear, as I slump past the crowd

If my body cant keep up
then let me chest cave in
dispel the weak jeans I must bare
put them on display in my clenched fist

I will not stop singing, no matter the lack of air
Dancing will bring me to my knees, but I am not bowing
blame living in night, for the lack of color in my skin
Whisky will be my disorient, not this week-long fever

No story will come from lying in bed
"Even the butterfly knows how to die in the sun.."
"Dying Pretty, is living well.."