I found myself stoned - Stoned in Starbucks, actually. The queue was long, it helped! Was there any place finer to be, Any state better to be in, As I gently sipped my freshly ground - NOT FOUND ON THE GROUND, coffee?!!
Remember... Don't leave the house 'til you're totally stoned, As today could potentially be your last - And if you get through, it'll still be a blast! Just roll with it cos you'll gather no moss, No, NOT Kate Moss - Always preferred Taylor Swift anyway!
Youngest of three brothers I'm stuck being his Oldest Brother Keeper Makes you feel like shit Because your oldest brother Likes the creature called Hard Liquor which causes Him to do crazy things like engaging in sexual congress With an 18 year old girl Which is very creepy Because she has Daddy Issues
If you can't change your own habits, how can you change peoples'. if you want to know how people feel, try hard to stay in their places and situation, then if you can, try to feel.
i can give you solution to your questions, which will fade away as soon as you walk away; " Go look for the answer "..... Poetry is " lyrics " of the music of your feelings,so, know how to play your heart strings, they might sound dissonant if you fake them..
To be insolent is to give negative answers to positive questions and statements ...
To make extra money I signed up to be an Uber driver So I took my car to get detailed and waxed Later that night I would pick up my first customer And the person who booked it, his name was Max
It was a late Saturday night so people are out drinking I had to pick up Max over at La Cienega’s restaurant row There were a lot of folks up and down the street The smell of food seemed to be everywhere I’d go
When I got to the place I kept looking for this guy Max But no one seemed to be looking for my car and make So I parked...
Oh how scarce a thing it has become; That conflation of happiness and youth. Whole eras of innocence are now spent numb, Or worse, uneducated and uncouth! How rare a thing is an unspoiled hide, Or a character of honor and esteem Where melancholy spirits are denied From spoiling an unparalleled dream, And the cheeks are not soaked in cliché tears To punctuate the banal excuses From every childhood of nightmare fears Based on episodes of obscene abuses Ever etching hearts into endless ache... Confronted with forbearance...at...
In my fiddle-faddle mind of a broken heart there were moonbeams at the window once and stars in Boston rocker chairs as lights went out with fleeting wings blowing out life's candle and then you were gone with the potpourri incense of eternal love but memories and shadows still sit at my window in twilight dusk of sifted flowers, rising, as I whisper, 'abracadabra'