Born Purebred Beavers

Dedicated to "Ashley,David,Jonathon"

They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers
They rule the ground like they harvested enough to make thanksgiving stay around
Triple the emotion worse then Paris floating in an ocean
You could never tell when the frustration is emerging
Till they begin to start yelling & yawning
I’ve known many people in my day
But not enough that I could say
Hey brothers of the pack, Id Love you forever cause there is no turning back
We would sail the seven seas in hope to grow a bigger Bond between the spring leaves
I know what’s best for you and likewise towards me
When the day reaches a closing and all the mothers start yawning
Just look back on what you have
And why you can’t say your day was bad
They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers
They think they rule the roost even though they don’t even lay or Hatch
They are a match for the younger boys and there baseball caps
But they don’t mix in the scene cause they find friendship from in between
Don’t call them because they will call you after all
They are the lip stick weavers
Born purebred beavers


By Chloe Rae

OVER PRICED PHOTO

I’m standing from a distance
Seeing you my reflection in the mirror
I’ve travelled the ocean I’ve seen the world
Your fresh eyes have yet to experience what I’ve seen
Where in this world can you hold someone close knowing

You will never have to let go

Time knowing that the celebrity fame won’t become a well played game
Time knowing that when global warming passes we all decide to change
I’ll slide the door to visit the old oak tree

I’ll go and push the swing which used to swing gracefully in the spring
Your names written were it hurts me the most to see
I’ve put you to rest in the best place which was under that old oak tree

Your smiley face in the photo which was so over priced
They told me the photo shoot would be worth it for you
Unknowingly being placed to rest upon your stone

By Chloe Rae

Peter Move On

When I’ve tried to connect it’s always come up as lose connection
I’m left
Waving my hands up calling out S.O.S
Plane ticket to Neverland
I’m all in
Wouldn’t it be exciting?

Windows open why don’t you ever visit me?
I’ve herd the stories sensed the mischief
Please just for a day ill leave my window open and you could head my way

I sussed the stars out at night
I know were I stand, come on please take my hand

Dreaming of ever waking in a place covered in sand
Lost children Roaming freely
The verity of nutrition available
I know then I can call this place my Paradise

Peter why won’t you ever change your path
The window your sculpting is aging
The memories aren’t changing
Move on.

Come to the place I call home
My windows always open

By Chloe Rae

Closing Hour

In my mind I read your soul
Don’t ask me how, it’s pleasant
It read about all the what if and when’s
I’m like the nerd in this weird situation
I feel like I hold a important structure of imaginary
Within the tissue of my brain
And I wonder whither it would be a good idea if you ever thought to change
The option should be shut down,
Cause id love for you to stay the same
I’m depressed leaving my knees shaking to the sound
Of the voices which leave the speakers
Unless it’s the bass I’m not sure I feel like my brain just melted.
I’m not taking drugs I’m just casting on cloud nine
He said open up your heart and feel loved
I took the advice now I’m left feeling scared
Our time is short and I’m the loner with the vacuum
At closing hour waiting upon my hour in the shower
Scaring the neighbours when I start to scream my own langue
Which I thought
I was doing well at,
Trying to pretend I’m in star terk
I feel like I’m not leading the life id dream to lead
I’m sick of sitting from a distance
Moving closer and making the silence herd.

By Kloee101

White Line

I’ve been driving in the same direction for days
The smell of your existence still lingers on
We feel like we could travel for weeks
Within the days which are provided for us
On these hot summer days
Sticking to the upholstery of a handy Mans work
Winding the window down in ache of a inhale of fresh air
Travelling the white lines on a open Road
Heading to what we could only hope to become our freedom
Night falls following on with the appearance of the stars
Brightening up the sky along side the Bright Yellow Full Moon
Which brings us hope for adventure the next day
Early rising and the journey carries on like planned
Were hoping for excitement and mystery within the measurement
Of finding ourselves a new home
Somewhere with a Address and a area code
Somewhere we know we can hang our clothes up to dry
Just in sprit while travelling down the white Line

By Kloee101

Being with you

Notching up the stitches
To the scars which ill forever have to live with
Dreaming of living without
I’ve finished watching you and your perfect life
Planning my escape and hoping to find my way out

I’ve rolled the dice and didn’t get doubles I’m over it
I’m burning hot and you’re playing with fire I’m over it
Crying on the couch listening to Oprah Is slightly sympathetic
I’ve caught my arrows and shot my bullets
I’m aiming higher then the roof of my English Class

For pity sake if you won’t move away ill bend and break it off
I’ll walk the lining of the ocean in ought to be able to see your reaction
Just skipping through gold flakes for my sliver posture
I’ve multiplied the distraction of ever being with you
Adding the possibilities of just staying true
I’ve written more then I could ever chew

Doesn’t mean I’m likely to be easily over you
I could work up from pennies to millions if
Charged for the way I have so much fun
Being with you

By Kloee101

Yarma yarma screaming out

IV been screaming my self till I turn red in the face
Standing on the mark and spinning in circles to quarter past three
Where have they all gone, why can’t I see their face
I’m eye to eye with the mirror and I’m feeling a disgrace
I see my emotions and yet I can’t read their face
Blur, I’m feeling like the world has turned I don’t understand what they are saying
I’m spending time upon the world which is yet to receive
Pick me up, Pick me up
Stop dropping me on the spot
Why wont they understand were like totally foreign
I have no clue what they are trying to explain
When I can’t see their face
Why cant I, Why can’t I see their face
IV been screaming myself till I turn red in the face
Standing on the mark and spinning in circles to quarter past three
Where have they all gone, why can’t I see there face
Take me back to the time where I knew how to read their faces
Facials I can read without being distracted by what I can’t describe
Will they put on their faces while we sit down for tea?
As polite as it may be
Put on your face, put on your face
I can’t read you and it’s a disgrace
I’m living in a world with the completion of emotion screaming out of your face

By Kloee101™