Thanks Dave. We went to some kind of coffee shop poetry lounge type of place in high school when we had to write poetry projects. I really don't like reading shit in front of people though, so I always skipped school on those days. haha
You should totally try it. I hated going up at first. I would go with some friends, we had a good time. Write what you know man.
That was very good, and I wish I could smoke whatever I have left with you dude Might as well add the happy weed poem I just wrote into this thread When I smoke on the greenery I get all smiley and giggle Scenery jumps out at me My heart rate increases a little The thoughts begin turning From sadness to joy Smoking marijuana is like a child's new toy The ideas that come to me When "high on the pot" Are sometimes crazy, oftentimes lazy But they are my stoned thoughts And I like them a lot
Roll, roll, roll your joint Fill it up with weed Twist it, hit it, light it Then pass that shit to me As I sit back And begin to toke I inhale really deep Until I choke I take a big hit And hold that shit Then I fill the room with a cloud of smoke:sifone:
i feel exactly like you do, i didn't get any weed last weekend, and i might not get some this weekend either ahh i almost forgot what its like to be high!?!
I'll never forget what it's like to be high, but I HAVE forgotten what the munchies feel like. haha My appetite has been shitty as fuck lately.
one heartfelt desire of mine that dances through the back of my mind, is for a new perspective on how the summer's light appears to my eyes, i long for a joyous warmth that soothes and brings me up to the sky, and i long for that rush of excitement... that moment only felt, when you're finally getting high
im liking the poems in this thread all of them are very creative in their own ways. and i can relate to them because im so sad to be flat outta bud
Peering through the haze of marijuana smoke I quickly located a lighter and continued to smoke More and more went in the bowl Till ash was all that it would hold I inhaled with vigor, and the greens I did take Shit man, I smoked a half 8th for wake and bake 6 bowls later, voices sound like Darth Vader As things slow down to a sluggish pace I see the huge grin plastered on my face I want to share it with all That super awesome feeling That you are so high YOu could fly right through the ceiling.
ive been playing this poem as a song on my mandolin. AmBlue skies above CBut all I see is rain BmNo happiness, no love DAll I feel Cmis pain AmNothing to hold onto CNothing to keep me sane BmNo light at the end of the tunnel DI see no chance Cmfor change AmI try to smile and laugh CBut my efforts are in vain BmI feel so lost and lonely DWithout my Mary CmJane
Her eyes are bright green She has beautiful red hair And wears the sweetest perfume I can smell it in the air She brings joy into my life I cannot live without her I think it's safe to say That I love everything about her My sweet, sweet Mary I've given you my heart When we're together It feels like heaven But I'm in hell when we're apart
Look at it this way,the longer you go with out weed the more stoned your going to get when you do find some, anyway i'm off for a pipe