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How high were you?!
Anonymous
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I cut some up
and rolled it.
I laid in my bed,
and hit it.
Just me,
and Mary-J
hand in hand.
To every pull I made,
I was transported
to another land.
In my room, way at the corner
I spot some hairy legs, oh a spider!
It begun it's way towards me,
and stared at me, interestingly.
Stop looking at me,
you dumb spider.
I said, as I took another pull,
of my spliff, and trying to find,
my lighter.
Suddenly, this fucking spider,
begun multiplying.
They all crowded up above,
destroying my ceiling.
My walls faded away,
and crumbled.
My room was no more,
the skies above me rumbled.
Go Away!
You Stupid pest.
But they didn't,
they all just gathered around my bed.
Out of no where,
came this big ass, monster looking,
tarantula.
I stared at it,
it stared back,
all I said, was "Hola"
Out of fear, I blurted out,
wanna take a hit?
It answered me saying,
I stopped smoking that shit.
I looked on,
and begun to wonder.,
"Where am I?"
It's reply was "World of Spiders"
I guess
it was obvious.
With glittered spider webs,
all around us.
I nodded as I
took another puff.
I'm starting to see things,
I should stop smoking this stuff.
I woke up in my room,
disoriented, and blurred sight.
You don't have to tell me,
I knew, I was way too fucking High!
alright... you've not read this, it has 1500 reads and only 5 comments...
it's my most prized drug poem... so enjoy.
One Trippy Night...
I awoke in shock.
But the funny thing was, I never went to sleep.
What trickery is this? What illusion?
Time hasn't passed. So why were my eyes closed?
Were they even closed? I can't tell.
Why can't I tell?!
Lets rewind to an half hour ago.
I was normal.
Pretty normal.
Okay! Almost normal. Geez!
Anyway, so I linger back forth,
nervous in my approach, across the room,
thinking about what's going to happen.
It was such a small chunk of cellulose and fiber.
Tasteless, numb.
Secretly bleeding its sins on my tongue.
Playfully.
"Come dance with me", she said.
I turned around without a protest.
An empty room is all I see.
Quiet and still, still calling to me.
Hurriedly I run to the songs,
to help me block out this voice inside my head.
Electronica, trance and psy, take me really high.
Twisted tones at torturous speeds,
eating my mind before it yields.
Loud music in my brain, makes me feel I'm going insane.
These hands now climb from the back of my head.
And with the music they rise and fall.
It pumps, and beats, it ruses and lures your sub-conscience out to play.
With your eyes, and your ears, your skin, your tongue, your breath.
Your very mind is detached from you.
Steady they climb.
The rise is yet to come.
A shiver here, a tingle there,
and you're already racing faster than the speed of light.
The faster the music gets, the quicker it rises now.
You feel that haunting chill down your spine come alive.
Like you know that something bad is gonna happen.
I welcome it.
Wasn't that the whole point of this?
I mean its not like I'm going to die, right?
And BAAM! It hits you.
Your eyes are open, but you can't register what's before them.
Its all a big paused picture,
something from a 'still life' painting or some shit.
But you don't even know how to react to it.
And that's fucking maddening...
And that went on for quite a while.
'Til disorientation tossed me into delirium.
Like a nuclear bomb of 'euphoria' exploded in my head.
Like those hands, crawling up the back of my neck,
all the way up to the top of my head,
with those cold fingers creeping not ever so slightly,
searching for a sweet spot to just dive in and poke around my brain.
Just toy with it for fuck's sake.
Because that's just how it is man.
And so comes another shiver.
I'm so aware now.
I can sense everything, hear everything,
and feel everything around me so briskly,
that I feel I'm more than just a man.
I feel like the wind.
Blowing with the breeze and the rising screams of the drum and bass and the synthesizer.
The world around me is a blurry haze.
There's no one I can call to pick me up if I fall.
But I don't think I'd wanna. Its worth the risk.
For the next 22 hours I shall be presumed dead.
For I knew what was coming my way. But I guess I'm just that stupid.
This thirst to know the dark side hasn't been rid of me.
It calls to madness to reveal its ugly head and awaken the maniac inside.
And birth - A maniac.
Now sitting amongst the sweeping silence of this sordid room,
'neath a metal fan, buzzing on the juice, just like you,
you muse yourself to consider frail hope.
If only you weren't such a dumb ass, you could have survived.
These creaking sounds coming from the corners are new to me.
Dark is the room.
Well lit.
My eyes see something more rather, other than what they should.
Its funny as hell how these tingles never stop.
Another one streaks across me, and then there were two.
Ooh, what fun!
In bright and sober tranquility morning came.
A day had passed and I was the same.
What a trip! What a shame!
'Til we meet again, O painless pain.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/26411-one-trippy-night/
it's my most prized drug poem... so enjoy.
One Trippy Night...
I awoke in shock.
But the funny thing was, I never went to sleep.
What trickery is this? What illusion?
Time hasn't passed. So why were my eyes closed?
Were they even closed? I can't tell.
Why can't I tell?!
Lets rewind to an half hour ago.
I was normal.
Pretty normal.
Okay! Almost normal. Geez!
Anyway, so I linger back forth,
nervous in my approach, across the room,
thinking about what's going to happen.
It was such a small chunk of cellulose and fiber.
Tasteless, numb.
Secretly bleeding its sins on my tongue.
Playfully.
"Come dance with me", she said.
I turned around without a protest.
An empty room is all I see.
Quiet and still, still calling to me.
Hurriedly I run to the songs,
to help me block out this voice inside my head.
Electronica, trance and psy, take me really high.
Twisted tones at torturous speeds,
eating my mind before it yields.
Loud music in my brain, makes me feel I'm going insane.
These hands now climb from the back of my head.
And with the music they rise and fall.
It pumps, and beats, it ruses and lures your sub-conscience out to play.
With your eyes, and your ears, your skin, your tongue, your breath.
Your very mind is detached from you.
Steady they climb.
The rise is yet to come.
A shiver here, a tingle there,
and you're already racing faster than the speed of light.
The faster the music gets, the quicker it rises now.
You feel that haunting chill down your spine come alive.
Like you know that something bad is gonna happen.
I welcome it.
Wasn't that the whole point of this?
I mean its not like I'm going to die, right?
And BAAM! It hits you.
Your eyes are open, but you can't register what's before them.
Its all a big paused picture,
something from a 'still life' painting or some shit.
But you don't even know how to react to it.
And that's fucking maddening...
And that went on for quite a while.
'Til disorientation tossed me into delirium.
Like a nuclear bomb of 'euphoria' exploded in my head.
Like those hands, crawling up the back of my neck,
all the way up to the top of my head,
with those cold fingers creeping not ever so slightly,
searching for a sweet spot to just dive in and poke around my brain.
Just toy with it for fuck's sake.
Because that's just how it is man.
And so comes another shiver.
I'm so aware now.
I can sense everything, hear everything,
and feel everything around me so briskly,
that I feel I'm more than just a man.
I feel like the wind.
Blowing with the breeze and the rising screams of the drum and bass and the synthesizer.
The world around me is a blurry haze.
There's no one I can call to pick me up if I fall.
But I don't think I'd wanna. Its worth the risk.
For the next 22 hours I shall be presumed dead.
For I knew what was coming my way. But I guess I'm just that stupid.
This thirst to know the dark side hasn't been rid of me.
It calls to madness to reveal its ugly head and awaken the maniac inside.
And birth - A maniac.
Now sitting amongst the sweeping silence of this sordid room,
'neath a metal fan, buzzing on the juice, just like you,
you muse yourself to consider frail hope.
If only you weren't such a dumb ass, you could have survived.
These creaking sounds coming from the corners are new to me.
Dark is the room.
Well lit.
My eyes see something more rather, other than what they should.
Its funny as hell how these tingles never stop.
Another one streaks across me, and then there were two.
Ooh, what fun!
In bright and sober tranquility morning came.
A day had passed and I was the same.
What a trip! What a shame!
'Til we meet again, O painless pain.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/26411-one-trippy-night/
I Wasn't High at All
*************************
I just blew 100 bucks,
just my luck.
I always get stuck with the bad shit.
I want to kick
that asshole who deals me,
but he is pretty big
and always looks like he wants to kill me.
So I got some shrooms,
newly bloomed.
Supposed to make me see shit,
but I haven't seen anything man.
Even the polar bear said he wasn't seeing anything.
And he's a polar bear,
they see everything.
So while I was waiting for the high to hit,
I asked the polar bear why his girlfriend was a bitch.
She was a catfish
that had drinking problems.
Anyways my new buddy told me true,
his girlfriend had smelled something fishy and investigated.
She had anticipated her man's wandering eyes.
Anyways, I don't really want to get in between them.
Maybe I should tell the lampshade to take care of it,
he seems to be bored as hell,
and I am as well...
See I just wasn't that high,
so I left and told the catfish bitch
and polar bear goodbye.
Got into my submarine and floated to Atlantis.
I'll never get my shit from this guy again,
because I wasn't high at all, my friend.
*************************
I just blew 100 bucks,
just my luck.
I always get stuck with the bad shit.
I want to kick
that asshole who deals me,
but he is pretty big
and always looks like he wants to kill me.
So I got some shrooms,
newly bloomed.
Supposed to make me see shit,
but I haven't seen anything man.
Even the polar bear said he wasn't seeing anything.
And he's a polar bear,
they see everything.
So while I was waiting for the high to hit,
I asked the polar bear why his girlfriend was a bitch.
She was a catfish
that had drinking problems.
Anyways my new buddy told me true,
his girlfriend had smelled something fishy and investigated.
She had anticipated her man's wandering eyes.
Anyways, I don't really want to get in between them.
Maybe I should tell the lampshade to take care of it,
he seems to be bored as hell,
and I am as well...
See I just wasn't that high,
so I left and told the catfish bitch
and polar bear goodbye.
Got into my submarine and floated to Atlantis.
I'll never get my shit from this guy again,
because I wasn't high at all, my friend.
puked on my rummy's nicely done hair lol.
Once Upon a Night
I couldn't say no,
to the blunts, and the shots.
Now my eyes are all red,
and I'm tripping over the bathroom's floor mat.
Damn, is the room suppose to be spinning,
or maybe I've entered into alternative universe.
Maybe I'm the one rotating,
and I've got this whole theory in reverse.
I can feel the base of the dub step,
marching at the rate of my pulse.
I have a massive migraine,
I feel my head about to burst.
I'm seeing stuff,
like the shadow behind the door.
It seemed to have short hair,
maybe it was a boy, but it could also be a girl.
I hear childish laughter,
coming from within the walls.
Maybe I was hallucinating,
after all.
I felt like a hippie,
I took a hit on so many spliffs.
I preached about world peace,
and how modern justice can be fixed.
The effects were dizzying,
and I felt the tiles beneath me begin to move.
I was nauseous and just like that,
emptied my bowels in pools of undigested food.
I feel tired and miserable,
utterly exhausted and minor pain.
But if you'd bring me another shot,
or another Mary'J roll, I'd hit it again.
