Nitch in my throat
But the sugar in my nose flows
Just enough for me to sputter out "hello"
And there you were, my herbal connoisseur
Stood settled in a tie dye sweater and two hazy eyes
You pick and choose my weekend high
Sell me weed & tell me who I ought to be, as I
Sit dazed & make pretend I feel okay
Driving back to smoke my cave, but
All the way - the cold, and cloudy day felt bright
I'm painting pictures through your eyes.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 16th Jan 2017 09:11
I think the poem would speak for itself and would allow for more personal interpretation if the opening explanation line was omitted.
I like this but would add a caveat - don't rely on weed for inspiration as you will end up writing poetry that all sounds the same. The mind is a beautiful scary place without stimulants - the trick is finding your own self-confidence to release those thoughts without the need for said stimulants. It might seem harder but in the long run I think it's more rewarding and your writing will be richer.
Cheers
C?L
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Rafael
Tue 17th Jan 2017 07:49
Hey what's up, Colin! Thank you for the tip man : ) this is actually a song that I wrote which is sort of why it has some predictable rhyming scheme, but I totally agree on not relying on substance to be able to fully explore the antipodes of the mind..
But it came to me in that state, kind of unexpected, and who am I to deny inspiration? haha I hope you're doing well Colin, thanks again bud!