Meme: Photos

 Hey guys. Here's the photos that you requested in THIS MEME that I post about a week ago. I've got a few extra's in here from my personal life so I'm not going to name anyone or their request, I trust that you'll be able to find the ones you asked for. 
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Blackberry Pie

Blackberry Pie

Tap, tap on my shoulder
Last call, you say with that greasy smile
Licking your fingers free of bacon and whipped cream
I still imagine how tasteless you really are
Lady, this is my night, my time to just...
Breath
I’ll take the air from this place
The last goddamn place that still serves bitter blackberry pie
My coffees gone cold,
Crumbs from that last piece of pie still float in it
I notice this, but your eyes have gone cocky with impatience
I want to tell you how good your pie is, but that might be harassment on my part
With a nod of my head and good show of cleaning myself up you finally walk away
Your eyes cut back to see if I’m reaching for the tip I don’t think you need
I leave the diner and lights scream
Gold, cerulean , lipstick - I know my basic colors
Only here they crawl up your legs and pull you down
Like that waitress from the diner,
Rushing you when you only wanted some pie.

You're Shallow, Man

Hey guys. Sorry for all the poetry. I'm in one of my moods - where you just gotta speak and write and dream on paper for a bit to feel better. 

BTW: I'm on LULU if anyone anyone wants to rate my writing. XD

You're Shallow, Man

You’re shallow, man
I mean it, you’re right up there with the lily pads
All green and pink in the face
Those words you speak; they don’t mean much
Cuttin’ corners and standing in the shade
Reading those books in the front, not the back
The ones with the covers lost from bein’ read too much
The good ones with their dog ears and coffee stains
They’re the ones you should’ve read
Mister Top of the Charts pointed and you followed
Front page, billboard, up and coming but soon forgotten
You’ll never sink down here if you float up there
Up with the seaweed of the culture, moving where the currents go
Ending up on some black beach with sunburnt folks and their bestsellers
Sink with the weight of epiphany; the knowledge that you found from that golden rule
The rule of waking up late ‘cause you had to read slower due to the faded pages
(Someone must have loved that book before you, really loved it, ached over it)
Of walking home with dust on your nose
Of making art instead of others telling you about it
I mean it, man
You gotta sink a bit to have lived your own life

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