i haven't had an honest conversation in weeks,

[psychedelicate]

stopped my heart but I had to laugh
a spider fell out of my hair
she crawled across the floor
and at first I didn’t care
but now I can’t get to sleep cause she’s everywhere

final net and epoxy enamel
me with a smile stretched cross my face
cause she wasn’t impressed by insecticide
shiny and black and dancing in place
she held the cards and she threw the ace

spiders don’t have bones and they don’t have sockets
and this is just a story so you can mock it
but don’t laugh too loud
cause she’s still in my pocket
she waits by the door if you dare to knock it

I woke up and went to get a drink
you can bet I was annoyed
she’s still dancing in the sink
and next time I’ll be careful to avoid
breathing aerosol fumes makes you paranoid

playing a word game with manifestation
the sun came up and I started to wonder
if knowing too much is such a good idea
cause faster than lightning and louder than thunder
the ground opened up to swallow us under

 

[psychedelicate]

this is what i would like:
to slip things into your day like
paperweights in your pocket—
but
much smaller,

whispery little things made out of clay
to tell you whatever i can’t tell you now
with my hands or my eyes
or my knees

i’d make the strangest shapes
and you would think i was strange
which is okay which is even good maybe great:

yes the things i would be able to do
that i can’t do with voicemails or emails—
and you would not even see them coming,

they would appear in the folds
of the hours of your day and

suddenly:
some feeling would come under your fingers

 

[psychedelicate]

is today a good day to die?

 

[laugh]

today is not a good day to die

whats up dude whats going down...

your first one reminded me strongly of my dark days with the pipe and the second of the ensuing days... for me its imagery and half lost memories. what chem if any are the underline?

 

[Shrooms00087]

Awesome, that was a great read.

 

[psychedelicate]

bonafide pipe dreams, when you add IV crystal meth on top of an outrageous heroin addiction, hilarity ensues

 

[psychedelicate]

I’m driving by your house at 3 am. I told myself i wouldn’t but i am.
I know i should be trying to be a man, but i’m too busy trying to think of the saddest thing i can.
Like it’s probably warm in there, clean pillows and your freshly shampooed hair.

And god damn, it’s been an awful year. I can’t believe that i’m still here.
And holy shit, i really thought i would die. but i fucked up every time i tried.
and you’re probably warm in there, with your new person and their new hands in your hair.

I’m lying in the grass at 3 am. I don’t know what i’m waiting for, or where i am.
I have no direction, I have no plan. But i can’t think of a single reason i should stand.
I’m watching these clouds blow by the moon, and trying and not trying to think of you.

I can’t give up on loving you, but that’s exactly what you want me to do.
I want to be the one who’s loving you, but you don’t want me, and there’s nothing i can do.

God damn, this is an awful year. I can’t believe that i’m still here.
And holy shit, I really wanted to die. But i fucked up every time i tried.
And you’re probably warm in there, with your new person in the bed we used to share.

 

[Tude]

stopped my heart but I had to laugh
a spider fell out of my hair
she crawled across the floor
and at first I didn’t care
but now I can’t get to sleep cause she’s everywhere

final net and epoxy enamel
me with a smile stretched cross my face
cause she wasn’t impressed by insecticide
shiny and black and dancing in place
she held the cards and she threw the ace

spiders don’t have bones and they don’t have sockets
and this is just a story so you can mock it
but don’t laugh too loud
cause she’s still in my pocket
she waits by the door if you dare to knock it

I woke up and went to get a drink
you can bet I was annoyed
she’s still dancing in the sink
and next time I’ll be careful to avoid
breathing aerosol fumes makes you paranoid

playing a word game with manifestation
the sun came up and I started to wonder
if knowing too much is such a good idea
cause faster than lightning and louder than thunder
the ground opened up to swallow us under

Mind blown...

 

[VSlazorlightning]

this is what i would like:
to slip things into your day like
paperweights in your pocket—
but
much smaller,

whispery little things made out of clay
to tell you whatever i can’t tell you now
with my hands or my eyes
or my knees

i’d make the strangest shapes
and you would think i was strange
which is okay which is even good maybe great:

yes the things i would be able to do
that i can’t do with voicemails or emails—
and you would not even see them coming,

they would appear in the folds
of the hours of your day and

suddenly:
some feeling would come under your fingers

Great imagery and Versa~ very pleasing to the brain. Yes.

 

[psychedelicate]

muchos gracias people