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Random First Lines:So I had a dream of the zambie apocalypse last night, which is actually really weird for me. So I decided I shall edit it and post it HERE!!! But... » Read
Let us go higher.. higher than an angel in the sky..
I am a recovering addict and this is a piece that I wrote during my VERY early recovery. This kind of lets a portion of my mind be seen. It is what I was feeling intensly in the moment and was written in a 15 minute window or so... Let me know what you all think...
Sorry about the spelling if...
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Hey everyone! This is based on a story someone told me about someone getting high and then going on a drive, and I decided to write a poem about it. The person in question passed away after hitting a tree while he was still high.
â€œI heard your heart wrenching experiences with bad cafeteria food,â€ said Lord Bhim, a mythological figure and the master of culinary art.
â€œThat is true, as you can see state of my body from eating bad food.â€
â€œHow about state of your mind?â€
By Wasi Abbas
I was about to loose my best friend because of smoking, when I really quit.
By Bl Woolsey
Dean Knight is a fresh off the mill stoner high school graduate in this classic american tale. After a short stint in Oregon he finds himelf back at his moms house in high times. He takes a job that gets takes him out of his mind and into an entire new reality. With winding twisting fast paced...
So, I was talking to the guy I'm currently interested in the other day and he made a comment that struck me. He said 'it's all smoke and mirrors, you know'. This inspired this particular poem as well as a song. It's not very good, but please enjoy anyways.
Poetry | Updated Sep 3, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
the hidden lies
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You won't hurt me anymore. I will see to it.
By Olivia Hope
Short Story | Updated Aug 13, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By M J Rennison
world war 3 has begun. a man and his army are stationed in Birmingham, England to guard the last large amount of oil. there he faces challenges of skill, tactics and morality.
I'm like physics; a simple set of rules written in a complex language. This is just me to the core.
By Shea Ryhai
I think the poem speaks clearly enough. The Greatest Evil is when Good Men do Nothing.
two siblings get over witnessing the death of their mother and father after several years
It burns you.
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0