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Marijuana
As the days progress I can feel the strangle cutting the circulation to my chest on the rise days of desperation you can tell by the dilation of the pupils in my eyes
In possession of a fading smile cannabinoid receptors rushed by the denial
Its hard to keep a sober perception when I glance in every direction and view my life taking a turn for the worse
There's times when a verse can't ease the strain I have hard time taking the right stance between pleasure and pain after I regain conscious and realize the amount of nonsense its hard to refrain label me strange because I refuse to change
In search of cloud nine specific moments in time lead the cycle to rewind it often leaves me a couple of steps behind from what I originally set out too find, but to tell you the truth I don't mind She's the relative motion that keeps me going the distance the driving force behind my existence As I continue to inhale I contemplate the day the suns rays will prevail
From an early age I realized the atmosphere was nothing more than a cage its size and problems determined by my potential to earn a meager wage and the ability to keep the inner rage bottled up
As the days progress I'm starting to loose the reasons to give a fuck a ticking time bomb about to self destruct caught in a downward spiral better known as binge flicking roaches in the bin with the hopes the next one will leave more than meaningless grin, but thats a foolish conception you would think by know I would have a wiser perception, but the truth is I continue to swallow the deception
Plenty continue to shoot irrelevant questions in my direction well the answer is routinely misunderstood two thirds of the population continue to label me the black sheep in the herd my lifestyle is far from absurd, but most fail to recognize won't take the time to observe it no longer strains my nerves I've grown accustomed to the worlds ways one of the reasons I continually blaze I understand most won't be able to trace my sense of logic, but to be honest I fail to see justification as a relevant topic...
In possession of a fading smile cannabinoid receptors rushed by the denial
Its hard to keep a sober perception when I glance in every direction and view my life taking a turn for the worse
There's times when a verse can't ease the strain I have hard time taking the right stance between pleasure and pain after I regain conscious and realize the amount of nonsense its hard to refrain label me strange because I refuse to change
In search of cloud nine specific moments in time lead the cycle to rewind it often leaves me a couple of steps behind from what I originally set out too find, but to tell you the truth I don't mind She's the relative motion that keeps me going the distance the driving force behind my existence As I continue to inhale I contemplate the day the suns rays will prevail
From an early age I realized the atmosphere was nothing more than a cage its size and problems determined by my potential to earn a meager wage and the ability to keep the inner rage bottled up
As the days progress I'm starting to loose the reasons to give a fuck a ticking time bomb about to self destruct caught in a downward spiral better known as binge flicking roaches in the bin with the hopes the next one will leave more than meaningless grin, but thats a foolish conception you would think by know I would have a wiser perception, but the truth is I continue to swallow the deception
Plenty continue to shoot irrelevant questions in my direction well the answer is routinely misunderstood two thirds of the population continue to label me the black sheep in the herd my lifestyle is far from absurd, but most fail to recognize won't take the time to observe it no longer strains my nerves I've grown accustomed to the worlds ways one of the reasons I continually blaze I understand most won't be able to trace my sense of logic, but to be honest I fail to see justification as a relevant topic...
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