Yellow sunshine acid
dropped upon this tongue.
"Tripping" was the goal
just to have some fun.
At first, I laughed so much
as my legs turned into lead.
Then the night crawled slowly on,
I desired to drop dead.
An acid trip had warped
itself around my mind.
I beheld many things.
My sense I could not find.
I held on to reality
as with what sanity I could hold.
All the wicked night
I tripped alone so cold.
In the mirror I looked
at someone else, not me.
My eyes could only believe
the things that they could see.
At long living last,
morning crept up to the day.
I went home worn and freaked
with not a thing to say.
I wanted to forget it all,
kick it in the ass.
Shaken and frightened,
I waited for it to pass.
Author notes
My choice was "acid." #2,ii
A contest entry
- Reduce, Reuse, Recycle [options] by WindUpEnigma.
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Comments
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It makes me sad that you had a bad trip; I've always really liked it.
But your choice doesn't really fit the option--while it is obviously about drugs, it's not written in dirty pretty style.
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Nice
I'm afraid I can't really relate - personally I've only had incredibly positive experiences with acid. But the poem was very nice, with some subtle rhyme, I liked it.
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Drugs
Not much I can say about them or the initial thrill other then all the druggies I've ever known are long gone and buried. Beware of the initial thrill. But the description seems perfect
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