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My poem about Ecstacy

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My poem about Ecstasy

So i just watched dead poets society and i thought id make a poem,

so here it is hope you enjoy and i invite you to make your own in a reply
*Not sure if this is in right section, so sorry if i got it wrong*


Ecstacy is like a shining flower, its better than a hot steamy shower

One night of fun, but the next day im done, I want to grab a gun, and blow my brains out in the sun,

Wake up feeling depressed, knowing my brain is pretty damn messed
,
looking around thinking what the heck? how did i go thorugh a whole entire deck?

the MDMA, it makes me feel gray, and nothing will change that way, no matter what you say

hating anything loud, feeling unwanted in a crowd, I cant stand the light! its way too bright

I go on a walk wearing no socks, trying to connect with nature but i feel like i hate her, looking up at a tree, but its always looking down on me

popped 5 caps, and im on a roll, but yet i still feel hated like a dungeon troll

thinking about what was in those caps, dont wanna be sober, maybe i'll just drink some shnaps, and it will all be over

So is ecstacy a shining flower? no its the dark one that cowers

Makes me feel so hollow, but the pills i still want to swallow

No feeling will ever be the same, so i feel like life is one big game
I feel like no one will ever know my name, but i know other people feel the same

Just take some 5-htp, while you scream and whine, and remember you'll be...just fine
 
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An interesting little rhyme
It's rather nice you took the time
To fathom out the pros and cons
And write them up for us to see

For if you throw pills down with glee
And then forget 5HTP
You will indeed face darker days
That cancel the euphoric haze

That at the time seems all to short
Though of course it is worthwhile
The heady mix of first resort
which hands-down beats the pipes and 'drone
(and also of course Methylone)

And can we discipline ourselves
to keep the dose down ("more" is "less")
And leave the crystal on the shelves
Or in the drawer we mark as 'stash'
Alongside all the ready cash

We save to buy ourselves some more
And more and more and more and more
It takes a firm and robust hand
To ward away the drugs command

"Eat me, eat me", calls the pill
You need to chase just one more thrill
And then the serotonin's gone
And you must take the long road home

E
 
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