Submissions by rainbow_sunshine (Wendy)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My goal: be worthy of the attentive ear and open mind
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2011 5:46pm
15th Feb 2011 5:46pm
ay em
I am always the first one awake
in the house
the first one to get really baked
in the house
the first cigarette that gets rolled
in the house
is mine and then it gets smoked
in the house
while the wind blows the cold from outside
in the house
where I shiver and smoke and decide...
I should never get up this early
in the house
the first one to get really baked
in the house
the first cigarette that gets rolled
in the house
is mine and then it gets smoked
in the house
while the wind blows the cold from outside
in the house
where I shiver and smoke and decide...
I should never get up this early
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 10:09pm
14th Feb 2011 10:09pm
When you eavesdrop at my house
A real life conversation
So what are we doing this Valentines day?
People in "love" are way too fucked up. As if it really matters if someone remebers to buy you something you'll eat or forget about in ten minutes. Theyre just trying to get into your pants anyways. I'm not prepared to get directly involved.
So what you're saying is everyone else is fucked up or getting fucked, but we're not getting directly involved..so we should get indirectly involved by getting fucked up on something else?
(laughs) sure. That's works for me. How about acid, I...
So what are we doing this Valentines day?
People in "love" are way too fucked up. As if it really matters if someone remebers to buy you something you'll eat or forget about in ten minutes. Theyre just trying to get into your pants anyways. I'm not prepared to get directly involved.
So what you're saying is everyone else is fucked up or getting fucked, but we're not getting directly involved..so we should get indirectly involved by getting fucked up on something else?
(laughs) sure. That's works for me. How about acid, I...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2011 9:44pm
14th Feb 2011 9:44pm
The Shed pt.2 teenage wet dream
We all loved the same things-
taking everything in all too fast
in a really laid back way
a year of our life was condensed down to
the party
the Shed
we lived life loud and ferocious as often as possible
and even the in-between was fabulous
It was a cliche teenage wet dream
gettin sloppy high all day
surrendering our day time hours to laughing bonding
And smoking cigarettes
then when night time came
We all went wild
taking everything in all too fast
in a really laid back way
a year of our life was condensed down to
the party
the Shed
we lived life loud and ferocious as often as possible
and even the in-between was fabulous
It was a cliche teenage wet dream
gettin sloppy high all day
surrendering our day time hours to laughing bonding
And smoking cigarettes
then when night time came
We all went wild
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2011 5:17pm
13th Feb 2011 5:17pm
watch you walk that hall
she deserves you
more than
I do
what more
is there to say?
that is why
all the prettiest rhymes
are for her
and all the questions
are for me
do I love you?
time will show
but I think
I have always known
that answer
for even your
marriage
has not left me backing down
just yet.
do not worry-
I will not pursue
what is not mine
to take
will not stand
at the back of the alter
and object
but I will watch
and wait
and see
if maybe
in another state of...
more than
I do
what more
is there to say?
that is why
all the prettiest rhymes
are for her
and all the questions
are for me
do I love you?
time will show
but I think
I have always known
that answer
for even your
marriage
has not left me backing down
just yet.
do not worry-
I will not pursue
what is not mine
to take
will not stand
at the back of the alter
and object
but I will watch
and wait
and see
if maybe
in another state of...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2011 8:04pm
11th Feb 2011 8:04pm
High on your love
When we get high together
We get high off each other
This can last forever
If we never fall asleep
So we take another hit
And forget about this-it's a reality
Where it will never be but it can be for now
On this endless mary go round
Of intoxication
I swear it's not infatuation
When it's love
We get high off each other
This can last forever
If we never fall asleep
So we take another hit
And forget about this-it's a reality
Where it will never be but it can be for now
On this endless mary go round
Of intoxication
I swear it's not infatuation
When it's love
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DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2011 10:25am
6th Feb 2011 10:25am
The Shed p.1 Start here
When I was seventeen I came home for the very
first time.
It was to the most dirty sinful place
my small town had most likely
ever known.
Essentially
it was about fifteen potheads
and experimentalists
hanging out
tripping out and blazing
in a shed.
Fundemntally
what transpired over the next two years
where all the roots and seeds
of family.
I think our story might be important
in the very least
it is important to me.
Might as well
start here.
first time.
It was to the most dirty sinful place
my small town had most likely
ever known.
Essentially
it was about fifteen potheads
and experimentalists
hanging out
tripping out and blazing
in a shed.
Fundemntally
what transpired over the next two years
where all the roots and seeds
of family.
I think our story might be important
in the very least
it is important to me.
Might as well
start here.
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2011 9:50am
5th Feb 2011 9:50am
Blow
We are wind and ice.
A fiery combination-
one who grows cold
and freezes
trying to blend, with something
that has always moved too fast.
Yet I would give anything
to be the wind through your hair;
even if you might wish to be
the ice beneath my feet.
A fiery combination-
one who grows cold
and freezes
trying to blend, with something
that has always moved too fast.
Yet I would give anything
to be the wind through your hair;
even if you might wish to be
the ice beneath my feet.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2011 6:33am
5th Feb 2011 6:33am
Believe
Believe in what
our minds can achieve
it's in what we perceive
the vibe we recieve
from the imprint we leave
out on the dance floor
our minds can achieve
it's in what we perceive
the vibe we recieve
from the imprint we leave
out on the dance floor
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2011 10:58pm
4th Feb 2011 10:58pm
I got high
I got high
and watched the crickets crawl
in my gekos cage
and it occurred to me
insects are so much more I'mportant than humans
if all humans died
quite honestly
every species would flourish and thrive
if all insects died
everything else would die too
and watched the crickets crawl
in my gekos cage
and it occurred to me
insects are so much more I'mportant than humans
if all humans died
quite honestly
every species would flourish and thrive
if all insects died
everything else would die too
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2011 5:40pm
4th Feb 2011 5:40pm
32 Empty Beer Cans
It's another dry heave
bent on knees, praying loudly to the porcelain god
It's another empty beer can
bent on intoxication
praying to not have to think
just drink
it's another hangover spent bent over buckets
praying no bright lights or noises will find them today
it's another paycheck spent on liver damage
I'm praying that someday we will only want
water
bent on knees, praying loudly to the porcelain god
It's another empty beer can
bent on intoxication
praying to not have to think
just drink
it's another hangover spent bent over buckets
praying no bright lights or noises will find them today
it's another paycheck spent on liver damage
I'm praying that someday we will only want
water
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DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2011 5:31am
4th Feb 2011 5:31am
Pothead justifications
Suddenly,
Things are just a little more bearable
somewhere in-between
your fingertips
which holds the pipe
up to your lips
you slowly pull
and keep your grip
on bongs that deliver
massive rips and
Suddenly,
Things are just a little more bearable
Things are just a little more bearable
somewhere in-between
your fingertips
which holds the pipe
up to your lips
you slowly pull
and keep your grip
on bongs that deliver
massive rips and
Suddenly,
Things are just a little more bearable
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2011 00:28am
4th Feb 2011 00:28am
Apple a day
Rediculously Delicious
Red Apples Delight
My Taste Buds
Red Apples Delight
My Taste Buds
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