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late night walking
used to take things before going on walks
it’d be dark and cold
and i’d be underdressed
i couldn’t seem to withhold
i’d stumble around the neighborhood
trees and leaves would move
even though there was no breeze
i couldn’t seem to mentally improve
i grew more and more detached
would walk by a half way house everynight
i thought that perhaps that would one ...
Monday 22nd July 2024 5:10 am
saline solution for a contact high
red eyes
wetted, burn
from sweat, and tears —
make up a swatch of
Saturday 16th December 2023 5:07 pm
Dark side Drug Ride
Dark side Drug ride
Natural pain now overrides all illegal chems submitted. I’m now confident with this habit I’ve admitted.
If writing makes me feel good I should do it, if singing means so much why aim so hard to lose this touch
Lyrics in music become more relatable, you become what you hear. You surrender your soul and let go of established fear.
Where is the fi...
Friday 20th November 2020 8:45 pm
read poetry while high
Double fuck
hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash
can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere
tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.
In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck
when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:21 am
Fairytale
Away, I dream of last thoughts and feelings
That he introduced to me
Not even my first love had a clear understanding
Past experiences lift my senses
Trying to leave it to an old palate
He is foreign
My heart is open an awaiting
To let me love and be accepting
Blood is chilled
As he
Brings roses to my cheeks
Only fearing the past
Seeing it return in related situ...
Tuesday 20th March 2018 8:44 pm
Time and Windows
This poem is a reverie and contemplation of my mother.
Time and Windows
If the past is a tattered old book,
then why am I a ghost
at my mother's window,
so clear I can sense her mystery,
and her brown eyes, so alive?
Look, I can fly to her
through the high windows
of my memory
until I'm so close that she disappears,
and the curtain flutters silently.
A...
Friday 29th December 2017 10:44 am
twisted trees
A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.
He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.
twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they
feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.
the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.
...
Monday 17th August 2015 8:11 pm
Humming bird
Humming bird, buzzing bird
flying high, oh so absurd.
how i wish i flew to see the forming dew
then left another morning new.
there will be room for you.
on the star we'll fly so high
over, under, in the sky.
singing fairies lulabies.
watching rolling tides.
flying slow flying low,
over swaying medows
seeking stars that glow,
then going home.
T...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 4:07 pm
twelve eyes of evil
When I was 20 I went insane
Not faecal smearing insane
Or Hit me Mac insane
But that quiet
Creeping
Insane
The kind that eats away at the brains
Of everyday people
I was working in London at the time
Need I say more?
And it just hit me
(Mac)
I couldn’t move
I couldn’t breathe
I was gone
The city and the job had chewed me up
And vomited me out
Like...
Thursday 25th June 2015 2:08 pm
FLOATING FREE
Drifting high on a gentle breeze
and grazing the tops of lofty trees,
watching below, all the people move
but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove.
Floating higher and into the clouds,
the sultry silence so deafeningly loud.
Throbbing pulse of a beating heart
as atoms pull; trying to drift apart.
Looking down upon an ailing world
with colourful rags held hig...
Monday 22nd June 2015 6:27 pm
untitled
Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
McFlurry Saved the Day
`
McFlurry was the beast
that preyed on the
old ogre of a day
spent too long
in lectures & humidity
Across the river
of the campus jungle
McFlurry crouched
and pounced upon
the grizzly weariness -
ripping it to shreds
with creamy razor teeth
& cookies & cream claws
as we ended yet
another uni day
`
Disclaimer: This is not a...
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