Walking down a gravel path,
where no one see's the light,
I feel the presence of a higher being,
and then remembered... i'm trippin'.
Follow down the footprint road,
where all that shines is gone,
I thought to myself "I'm going to die here"
and then remembered... i'm trippin'.
Greeted by the usual crowd,
all my friends are here,
the moon, the stars, and thoughts in my head,
and then remembered... i'm trippin'.
Go back home and leave your pain,
talk it over with dad,
coming withing arms reach of the door,
and then remembered... i'm trippin'!!
Author notes
a funny story of things we do while high.
A contest entry
- A whole different contest (CLOSED NO MORE ENTRIES ACCEPTED) by takemypainaway.
360 points, ended September 15, 2008, 16 entries
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TheGreatestLove placed over your poem because i felt that their poem better fit the picture!! thank you for entering
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this poem was a little differant i like the repition it makes itself heard!!
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I like the repetition, it wasn't totally over the top, but it was there making itself known. Great job. I liked it a lot. =]
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username please
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lol oh yea, Coffer
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