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Lsd Trip Poem


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Robitussin

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Clever Mirror


The first beat of the base drum is based off of a self brought high
The 4 leaf clover is what the king needs most
The prickles on your hands is what makes you breathe in that extra breath
The Screams can be heard from miles away

Stop calling my name, it can't be overused
I would really like the right people to hear it
If it happens to ponder upon there drum
I would like it to give it the slightest tap

The Smoke in the background is the regrets
Steady pace will never get you anywhere
Run like the coward just in the opposite direction
The Headache won't follow you much longer

Pops are the sound of the morning
The buzz is the sound of the night
The stretch is always not enough
But the turtle always has his place to hide

My fingers are cut but they bleed happines
The heart is burnt but it coughs an addiction
I really like when my heart stops burning its doctor
Humiliation is the skin between blood and the knife

Stop imagining your life so pretty
Julia is the one that lies
The power of mind can control ones urge
The power of mind can't control ones actions


I don't remember writing this very well although I do recall some of the things I've thought about. I don't understand some of the references, it's better if you don't think about it that much. Just look at the sentence, its all based on a 10 minute thought process.

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Here's another one, this is more of just my thoughts put on paper, they were written out of alignment, ill try to type it how they were on the paper.


Hell, I'm quite a damn good criminal
Except Packing heat to the innocent man
Love the Discussion of myself, its clearly a rumor
Life is here, Hell is nowhere close to here

Here I am Diving like an eagle gives me a rush
Easy Laying back in my butter tires me
Large The boar won't come to me for awhile
Life is here, Hell is nowhere close to here

Help, Struck by lightning stunned to my grave
Everyone but Hank really saved my damn day
Love the Chorus is heard much to long
Life is here, Hell is nowhere close to here

Most of all I can't dream
Everythings a sad time
Sustain your anger
Sustain your heat
Yesterday was quite amusing

Days are messy
And Lucy comes and goes
Yesterday even
Savvy is the right word

Look over here
In my pocket
Very cool don't you think
Everythings a blur

On top of that tree
Nicer things happen



Yep, don't remember this one either, haven't really looked at it that much. There was a picture of a Smiley face and a broken knife written on the bottom of the page.

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Yeah, If anyone wants to try and take a guess of what either of them mean, please do so, I know what they mean but I want to hear your guesses.

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I think they mean your a Poet!

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...wounded happiness

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The best part of poetry is allowing readers to get meanings out of your writing that you never intended. Your poem only needs to mean what it means to you for it to be great.

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This one is a song actually, so theres no real pattern, ill type -'s where you wait. think of it as a pink floyd song.


Imagination --is a mind blowing wonder

Stop and think -stare into a gaze
Encounter my genius --tell him your needs
Empty the feeling of disaster and hate --please
Stone cold, a picture --ablaze

=Chorus Sorta=
Mystery... but a cloud up in the sky
Let your curiosity be your wing.. fly high
Erie Shivers down your spine... snaps and drips
The river of melted ice... funnels into your brain

Sleep long..tomorrow will always be there
Let the blankets hold your inner strength to your bone...
Comfort me... let me live under your tongue
Sprout through you... let the adventure begin
So Sleep long... the day tomorrow will seem like there no end
Comfortably ticking.. the time bomb will explode


Heres my newest one, please take your guesses at what it means, i love hearing your replies :D

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This one was written during a bad trip


=Busy Bees=
No one lives close to me
Only the one on the anthill

Fish cant swim in a frozen tundra
Ugly ducks deserve to breathe in the gas
Country fox covers his ears before they come
Kill them all let the bombing begin
Sizzle the land dry out the skies

Imply my original dearest life to the judge where I am unknown
No, cover your eyes, it'll get rid of them forever

He's still here, just wait, wait and remember
Easy goes the black curse alive in your veins
Return the favor of death and die
Extend the reason your awake, clap your hands and scream

=Paratrooper=
Cover your nipple or it'll turn hard
Breathe your breath carefully
Resist the urge to cry and feel
Death is only a number
The knife is so close to the body of mine
The urge grows and grows
The feeling dives and dives about
But I still feel so god damn lonely



=My Pet Locket=
do you like my locket its got gadgets and finderins(?) all over
the clock doesn't work but it tells me many other things of all sorts
It calls me daddy but I don't do his laundry or tell it it's bedtime stories
I do think of it as a son sometimes, i brag and talk about it
Shining it takes much to long and there no point in going through with it
It cries and asks why you buy my if you dont take care of me even
Well the judge thinks otherwise, this locket ain't no human being of ours




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