Not my thing

[psychonaut]

We sat around the table
Small dried tendrils before
Tastes bad? No, but to some
Anxiety, before the onset
Relaxation just an hour past
Go with it! Let it go!
Consciousness fights back
The result, frustration
Six hours to go...
Go with it! Relax
It will be fun I thought
No cooperation
A trip gone bad
I await reality, but so distant
Will I ever be the same?
Don't think such things!
This is not you, reality will come...
It will...
Morning comes, after a peaceful sleep
I feel differently, something is the matter
Fatigue, confusion, headache
The day next, normalcy sets in
And I know...
This is not my thing

 

[Starfucker]

very interesting. usually, i'm a fan of more explicit writing but something about the vagueness goes with the whole bad first time experience--the unknown and not being in control kind of thing i guess.

 

[psychonaut]

heh...i wrote that thing the very morning after i shroomed and thought it made perfect sense...right now i am really high and i just read it, and it makes no sense whatsoever, what a horrible poem!