I believe I drink more tea than alcoholics drink alcohol
And it makes me drunk
In its own way
And I fear it would ruin my teeth
The way alcoholics fear it would ruin their liver
But we drink it anyway
Until the damage is too clear to ignore
I look at the mirror and see how terrible my teeth have become
As an alcoholic holds his stomach in pain
And we both go for another glass

I don't wear high heel boots for
No reason
I wear them
Just in case
Another man
Tries to b
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I'm in love with a certain type of mess.
The idea of living your life on the run for the fun of it yet you are securely stable.
Weird enough that I am still drowning myself in my own insecurities.

*Oh, what a mess I am!

I got no boat to row away with
No time to float and say that this
Is a dreaming play date

I got no plane to hit the skies with
To fly high in the night life
Letting those clouds kiss the tips
Of my wings

But I got me and a little bit of
Daydreaming space tripping stuff
Lying in bed
But in my head
I am everywhere

I'll stop chasing this star..
From now on..
I'll prey on those around me..
And became the villain that I am today..

Yes, a villain.. So get ready..

God saidst let there be light
And the Filipino queen, lip up the land;
An Asian lampstand.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication