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sunEdltye

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This is like a little scrap book I want to have that includes all of your guy's drug enduced poems. Theres a few rules though before you post here:
1. You MUST be on a drug to submit a poem. It doesnt matter how long ago it was written, u just had to have been on a drug while writing it.
2. Please name your drug that your on just for reference.
That's it. So please have some creative fun and just let it flow.
Evan
On Weed
 
Ok this looks neato..
Ok I submit this-
By:me
I wrote it a while ago in school during what was supposed to be finals in less than 5 minutes
I was on Crystal
It was about my friend zach who has pics of him doing his glowstick thing on -
timshady's pic of my friend zach
KID WITH GLOW STIX*~~
Sweet, sweet boy
with a body so fine
flabbergasted with all
entrapment in his eyes
He smiles
each day that passes without a care
just looking out for someone
to realize that he's there
He looks all around
as he takes the strings
flowing to the beat
like it's just nothing
His body races
our minds so intrigued
How does he do it?
What all does this mean?
His soul flys free
throughout his moves
his body twists
with such a rhythemic grove
He slowly bends down
without a single sound
amazing us all
with a talent so profound
When it's all over
were filled with this odd new strength
thinking just maybe
we are all the same
This is his way of proving his point
making us see how free life can be
and if we set our mind to it
we can see what we wish to see
and if we strive for what we believe
we can achieve
Anything!
 
Very nice jessi!
I'm stoned and it just started to rain, so I think that deserves a little poem.
Harmony of falls,
Raining of water.
Turning my sky to gray,
Making everything wet.
Gentle sounds of you hitting leaves,
The sound of you against my window.
Faster and harder you pour,
Until I sleep for the night.
 
YAY {{{Hugs Evan}}} **I like Alot** :D .. hehe.. Im here In ohio.. It's all snowy here..
I know this is for drug induced Only ..I kinda started to right this while Stoned one night But I finished it now.. HIGH off Life..lol
Snow softly falling on my window pain
Shawdows linger and As I drift away
I hear your soft but shrill voice
I feel your precense though your nowhere near
I hold out my hand to feel your warmth
but all I feel is the cold wind surrounding me
I know your thinking of me
I know your out there
waiting for the moment to return
I scream out in my lonesomness
Where are you now
Why can't I touch you
why must it stay like this
I try to let go of the memorys
but the love I feel still haunts me
I miss you my angel
I miss all the things we used to do
All the times
I'd watch you sleep
Sitting on this chair tonight
I stare out the window
wishing upon the moonlit skys
I hear a soft rustle
I look beside me and there you stand
taking my hand
you guide me to the other side of the room
lay me upon the bed
gently move to kiss my tender lips
I open my eyes to look at your beautiful face
but noones there
I wonder,
were you ever really here?
I hear a faint wisper
I glance and the window's open
Must've just been the breeze. I think aloud
As I walk over to close it
I feel a sence that somethings change
But what I may never know
Walk back across the room
lay on the bed, close my eyes
And drift back into the dream of you
 
Thanks for the kind word moon. I really like your poetry also, very creative! About my thread in social, I always ALWAYS try to be original, it's a curse really. I cant accept anything thats 'normal', but i'm glad you liked it.
Evan
 
this one's pretty stupid, but hey, i was stoned off my ass.
we were on our way back from this thing called comfest, it's like a hippyfest thing. but i was thinking about the stands that sold all the glass bowls and shit i guess.
pretty glass bowls
all swirled with different colors
they come in many different numbers
8 different rows
damn! i want one of those
 
Your story remind me of something outta the movie Fear And Loathing in los vegas with Johnny Depp.. hehe :D oh and thanks for liken the writings I try to be creative it's really hard though.. If I let all my weirdness out I may scare someone.. ***But isnt thats what it's all about*** Being so totally mind bending that people run and hide in driers just to get away from the evil weird mexican monsters triying to tear there face off with a fork.. just for the little venbts in the back of the drier turn into eyes and stare mercifully at you so you have nowhere to turn and get away.. !! ok well thanks :)
 
It's the little things that keep the feeling alive.
Am I looking for it?
I had a barrage of Pahlaniuk this week.
I thought I was Jack in a poem.
I got a free razor in the mail, and the name on the package was Tyler Durden's.
"Where is my mind" played on the radio today.
I wasn't looking for that, and it came to me.
The tunes I listen to on a computer that isn't mine speak to me.
But am I looking for it, or is it looking for me?
The little things...
always in my mind.
 
well this wasn't drug induced it was alcohol induced a few weeks back when i was pissed off at the world...alcohol is a drug right??
inscense
music
alcohol
solitude
(save for my cat)
a perfect combo
for a pissed off tuesday night
cut off from the world
(no computer at the moment)
cut off from my roomates
(i'm the bitch in the house this week)
i never used to drink alone
but that one beer was calling my name
after a stressed out day
funny thing is
not long after that
that almost empty bottle of kahlua
on top of the fridge
also started calling my name
it went down so nicely
with the last of the vodka
so here i am
6 pages into a new notebook
cat curiously starting at me
eyelids beginning to droop
and it's barely past 9
if only i liked television
i hate television
at least in front of the box
i spend most of my time
i communicate
i learn
i connect with others
merely watching actors
act
bores the fuck out of me
if you were to meet
at this moment
these 3 adjectives
would pop into your head
bitter
sarcastic
negative
merry fucking x-mas
happy fucking new year
..hehe i've since made up with my roomates and gotten my computer back...i'm usually a very positive person...really i am....
 
HAHAHAHAHA I just pissed myself laughing at that last bit, sounded just like me "...... no really, I am" lmao :)
nice stuff dear
 
Most of what I write involves the ritual use of ganja :) And you'd probably be surprised at how easy it is to think metaphysically when plastered ;)
Frustration
Aware of irritation supplanting concern:
coerced towards confession
until established as voiceless,
nascent sounds dying short of sense,
action intended to tempt attention
forcing censure to form instead,
muting explanation still dripping
from the tongue, provoking
a progressive decay of support
somehow leeching location, misplaced
impermanent and (unintentionally) eruptive,
volatility a derivative of the process
meant to seed imminence in disclosure;
certain of lucidity’s absence from diction,
(accuracy proscribed) thus unresponsive
inciting quiet vindictive invectives
indirectly asserting the inheritance (transmission)
of fault, disengaging to reassess
the resolution from an impossible inclination,
isolation predisposed to repel
assistance, all contact
interpreted as intrusive,
vulnerable to suspicion
concerning stability, corrosion
consuming balance, all movement
needing only intent
to prove malice.
 
I asked you God for answers
In my hand you gave me esctacy
I swallowed and followed it down my throat
to where i met you
i expected to receive answers
expected to see the light
but looked down to see the me
lying neglected and in decay
i offered a hand and ear
my apologies and regrets
for listening too much to others
i not letting me get heard
so what it said
i have to write
to speak up for that
which i had fought
there is no difference in the you and me
In the struggle and the pain
We all are just trying to remember
and met with god in your eyes again
The people i once judged
have been the angels directing me home
to the his place in side, in sight
of my dreams i had of love
Thankyou, for the part i hated
is now blessed as i look and see beauty
inside and within you
trying to be accepted like me
 
An ode to Crystal

Two years gone
heart is torn
never the same
come back again
closed rose bud
thorn in my side
I feel weak
pull it out
so I can weep
Rusty words
once meant so much
eating away
everyday
sadistic smiles
say goodbyes
start new lives
But I'm still here
can't move on
and all this....
because you're gone
 
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