Psychedelic Drug Trip

1 - Must not contain drugs bashing, no subjective opinion on whether the drug is good or bad
2 - Must not influence others to try it

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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://wordbiscuit.com/images/gingercat04.jpg

< what i saw on my psychedelic drug trip >

If you think green dogs
are interesting then maybe
you shouldn't read any further
as what i'm about to say might
influence you to try drugs that
make green dogs though it's not
that i want to influence you to
not try them either it's just
that i wanted to write this
without adding any more guilt
about feeling good or bad or
neither or wonder or whatever  
but if green dogs really don't
interest you then it doesn't
matter that much so go ahead and
read the rest of this which has
to do with a green dog and with
something that doesn't hold much
interest for you but yes i saw a
green dog that kept trying to eat
my potato chips and her name was
ginger and she was really just green
around her edges as her middle was
brown which made sense since her
name was ginger and her TEETH were
WHITE and she also had EYES that
kept LOOKING at my potato chips
which i tried to not let her have
which ended up not working as there
was this CRUNCHING coming from a
green dog but mainly what was
interesting (though not interesting
enough that you should consider taking
whatever drug i might have been taking)
is that she was a ginger-colored brown
dog named ginger who was a bit green
around the edges and she ate my
potato chips.

But, why the cat?:

This poem is all highly calculated using
Riemann zeta functions and whatnot as this  
is real, actual literature and nothing ever
goes to waste unless it's intentional.  
   
The simple answer to the question is:  
"Cats don't eat potato chips."    
(Well... I have one that will lick them to  
death and some might consider that "eating".)  
   
A more complex answer is contained in the    
similarity of this particular cat's expression,  
and the "extended" drug/pet metaphor of the    
actual, real literature.  
   
But... all that's just bullshit, the real    
significance of the cat is that it compliments    
the piece's portrayal of tripping on acid as a    
domestic, down-to-earth, experience as opposed    
to other more hyperbolically-inclined narratives*.  
   
Also the cat IS ginger-colored while the actual  
dog who ate my potato chips (which were actually  
Cheetos but I changed that for my legions of foreign    
audience members) in real life, was a silver poodle  
named "Mephistopheles".

*On my trip a week later I was sucked through a
silver-gray toroidal vortex and merged with god(s).

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Pink elephants and Purple polka-dots,
Trees covered with ornaments made with tube socks,
My hearing is enhanced, my erection is prolonged,
Windows melt into waterfalls, All thoughts of composure long gone.

Flashing lights are like a circus,
Just taking time to find my purpose,
Only 3hour into the ride,
but the roller-coaster haven't reach the surface

It feels like laughing gas,
Inhaled by an invisible mask,
Grass seems like an option to calm down,
But in disappointment it doesn't manage the Task.

So who need viagra or camagra,
To enhance this evenings pleasure,
I still have 6 hours at full throttle,
Sexual ecstacy beyond what man can measure.

~Interwoven Opium~


A plan so easily devised....
Intricately woven and shaped by the blood moon light...
A cruel web of delicate silk...
Designed artfully and cunningly placed...
My thoughts are all void of space and time...
Mindlessly humming to spin my line...
Thoughts injected with each spot of glue...
A hue dark blue on the invisible sinew...
I spin and weave in tune...
To the Blood moon..

Hues of blue...
Twist and turn in the night...
Fading blue to invisible hue and back to faint red...
A change in mind...
A change in time...
To spin my silk with a finer kind...
Deflecting all rhyme...
Refracting all reason...
A meticulous voyage through my inner mind...
Thoughts woven by blood silk....
Left
Disappearing thoughts in the wake...
Of an opium bind.

Still not so sure whether I absorbed enough?
Whether I self-prescribed too much of the stuff?
Feels like it's my birthday though I know it's not
Was that you thinking what I just thought I thought?
(Is that me getting our thoughts all jumbled up again?),
How do I manage to gravitate to all the wrong places?
Right here looking at all these contorting faces?,
Heavy words' falling out of that lady's mouth
I can't distinguish concepts such as north and south!,
The air in here is getting a bit too intense!
Going to the bathroom to splash, spin, and rinse!,
Would anyone else here like to dry their melting faces?!
I have a towel here to mop up those runny places!,
What was I thinking when I bought these shoes?!
Oh not again! I think I just popped another fuse.

Thanks 13, Ray, deshonex, BlackVelvetRose, and darkshine for a sunday trip !

drugg--
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oh man

here it comes, again-- but i thought-- i never knew
this grey shade of light
old man swaying with the wind in the trees
i pointed my finger to his face
everyone else saw

sorry for the ghost
you know i turn pale when the moon makes me laugh
everyone else knows it's sun-lit tricks

oh man, oh god
then dad from the airport
i am not the son you know, never was i was

airplane to the sun

where did you comeback from?

9 months
9months

ego death they said i was having
feeling my brain melting
with in my skull
to afraid to spit
so i swolled the jelly of my brain
i was setting on a bench
waiting hours on end
with great laughter of a day misseably spent
i think it was a bad trip
but it felt so good
but i would never recomend the large dose
maybe a small quantity but i
can't so aiath the ruless of
the compertiton
anyway all i felt was bolts of electricity
shooting of in my head
an open mind
with infinite knowledge
but i felt as an infant
who could not undesatand
this life i had been thrown into
by my own cruel hands
it was the tinyest drip
that made me a wall
i felt as god himself
seeing the beauty in everything
auras surrounding
as if my eyes saw simoustanously
reality and spritually
i really taught then i was a good
then my trip ended
no shiney colours
no happy feelings
just a worn out body
needing to repent
for seeing what should not have been seen
so i ask forgivness to my body
and grant it sleep
on this bench

i feel the heat enter my blood stream
as the pills do their job
ecstasy
i see the blue omega
as i grow warmer and warmer
i feel the need for love
but i don't stop there
i triple no quadruple up
coke in the nose
smoke it the mouth
mushrooms right after
and a swig of alize
to wash it all done
lost in the trip
open to the universe
i walk on the wall made of stars and universe far away
beautiful planets of dense forest
precious jewels
i feel a hit and return to earth
but its kaleidoscope
the worlds blending twisting
around the elephant in the room
and the singing broom
with his weird appliance family
a they ran out the door
the toaster cost me 6.50
not carrying i take a hit
go back to the space continuum
with its bleeding planets and solar rays
but i get sucked into a black hole
i awake and i know where the light sucked into a black hole goes
earth
as i learned on my trip

Thanks TryHarderMartyr, TLIFD and KahakuHiga-Parker. This much submission in just a day, gonna be hard to judge.

8 more days, more submissions?

rayheinrich said:

 < still waiting for the flashbacks i was promised >


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Careful not to OD.

Heres mine, not a submission
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/54621-zopiclone-experimental-dose/

Sitting on the step, just my boyfriend and me
Waiting for euphoria and happiness to come, we giggled with glee

Slowly it circulated tingling my head, on a fast race down to my toes
When we started the trip, we didn’t worry and agreed, that anything and everything goes

Then our legs became weighless, we started tapping our feet without them rising
As we sat on the step, we couldn’t get up, which was quite surprising

First, I rolled my ankle, checking to see if it was real
And I was surprised that it was still attached to my leg, because I couldn’t even feel

He stood up, being ever so brave, and fell back down again quite fast
Proud that he could still stand, he said that he couldn’t wait to sit down again, at last

What a rush, he said, looking into my eyes
You looked like a ghost when I stood and tried to rise

Stop faking, I said, because you know we are real
Man this isn’t cool, he said, what is the deal

Now that we looked and still had our legs
What about a bike ride, he said and suddenly begs

Come on, we can’t, look, the tires are melting into a ball
Oh my God, they are, can we touch them, or will it fall

I don’t know, keep watching, you see what I see don’t you
Wow, man, I can’t believe this, I’m scared of that melting goo

It is squishy and wet, transparent and white
On the ground where the bike tires used to be, under what used to be a bike

How long should we sit here and watch things melt, I’m freakin’
Let’s go inside where it is dark, and no one is peeking

Unplanned paranoia set in along with some regret
Let’s never do this again, I’m scared, they agreed, into what did we get

The night was just getting started, and it was nothing they had prepped for
As the windowpane broke, spread, and destroyed these two people to their core