everything's spinning
and i am shaking...
or so it seems.
have i ever felt this good?
have i ever felt this scared?
have i ever felt this way?
now would be a great time
to open up, spill my guts,
but i couldn't bring myself to.
my last absolutley sober brain cell
is urging me back to sanity
but when you're so gone
you can't see two inches in front of you,
there is no going back.
i'm fucked.
and fucked up.
i lost my entire weekend
to the damn "influence".
and you know what?
it was worth every minute.
but i can't stop imagining
being one of those commercials.
is this really fun?
or do i just think it is?
not that it matters.
nothing truly does.
especially when spending the weekend
zooted out of your mind.
Author notes
i have nothing further to say.
i think the poem says it all.
2 more i think?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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HAHAHAHAHA!
I love you Amandapantssssssssssssss
This was a great poem
And I too sometimes feel this way
Like am I really having that much fun? Or do I just think I am?
But I dunno, getting high is what I do.
But anyway, that's not the point.
The point is you write fantastically.
And people can always relate to what you write about.
Which is awesome.
I especially liked this poem because I don't see many poems about being stoned.
There's plenty of poems about being drunk, or being on hard drugs, but almost none on our friend weed<3
So kudos to you darling <3 -
i like your quirky title.
and the word "zooted"
i'm going to be very sad when you stop posting =(
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hum. the title was great.
as for the poem. it described perfectly what it is like to be high. it feels....like awesome and disppointing at the same time. you know?
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i defenitley know. :l
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