A few of my poems.

Discussion in 'The Artist's Corner' started by Want2Grow, Oct 9, 2008.

  1. These are poems i have written while i was not stoned.

    Loneliness
    New sheet, blank paper,
    Me and my pen on a midnight caper.
    Black, blue, red, colors of ink,
    I switch every night, it helps me think.
    At the moment, death is on my mind,
    Perhaps write a short story, that'll take up time.
    But when I write The End, and its all done,
    I will still be sitting here, without anyone.

    Loneliness carves the soul, and develops the mind.
    But to grow a heart, it takes some time.
    You must find someone, in a similar position,
    Willing to help you out on your mission.
    But when another stands in your way,
    You remain torn until another day.

    Hope resides in understanding,
    Happiness lies in dancing,
    Neither of these two relative evils can i embrace,
    Although for the both of them i dearly crave.

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    Gray Area
    Black and white lines make for a gray shape,
    The structure crumbles, requiring tape,
    Of Abstract ideas, thoughts, and solutions,
    Mending absolute ideas and similar delusions.

    The only absolute is that absolutes don't exist,
    Some realize, while the stubborn persist,
    Preaching love, god, and faith,
    While acting in a manner resembling hate.

    Can we truly love?
    Can they truly hate?
    Can we do nothing but sit and debate,
    The common life that most everyone can accept,
    Are the philosophers the ones who are truly inept?

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    And this one is some dumb stoner shit i wrote while stoned, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but i think it sounds nice.

    ___________________________________________
    :smoke:
    People realize the potential irrelevance of existence,
    However no one seems to go the distance,
    No one searches, no one finds,
    The universal knowledge that's been left behind.

    Will I search, Will I find?
    Or will I remain similarly blind,
    To all the things that aren't going on.
    My thoughts drop like water to a pond.

    Let's stop the speculation
    Let's cease to think,
    Let our minds drift,
    We near the brink,

    Of all existence, space, and time,
    Seek the knowledge that's there to find.






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  2. beautiful stuff man. Made sense to me
     

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