Eyes glazed over in a spaced out red,
Life is seemingly a dream.
Heartbeat calm, body still.
With this smoke still lingering in the air.
Faint sounds play within my brain,
A sweet lullaby of sound.
Take me away from reality,
And never let me come down.
Bubbler, bong;
Hookah, bowl;
Blunts and joints;
Smoke it all!
I'm not ready to deal with this world's bullshit,
The corruption and judgments that fall before us.
So spark me up,
No need for hesitation.
Life is shitty;
But I'm living in recreation!
Author notes
Haha, kinda random I guess. xD
Hah.
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
haha that is funny
yah kinda random but cool -
Hahaha, loved it.
Stoner myself, thats pretty much how I feel in that order.
You're a great poet.
xxxxxx -
Good intro to set the scene, and then we got to some meat just after line 12, but it wasn't enough. I think you could talk more about how shitty life is there and really enforce why your lightin up. Not to say what have here isn't good, I just want more. Anyway, just past the joint.
-
-
haha, thanks man
Yeah, I sorta half-assed this... just bored & browsing contests, ya know? I'm not a great writer though I'm trying to put more thought into it. I appreciate your comment :]
Here ya go. |/////> *420*
-Ellie
-
-
This is good!! I liked the last bit, after you list a whole bunch of devices to smoke... it is a very calm subdued piece, makes me feel a little stodned. Very good wor, keep up the excellant writes.
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
