boredom turns into....

two poems i made while blazed as fuck. Enjoi

Uninspired...

For the days i feel uninspired
i die a thousand times inside
for the days i do not write
against myself a thousand crimes i do despite
the way I lust for words. And as I sit
I become the worlds biggest hypocrite.
The world around me slowly turns,
but does that even matter anymore?
When all i do is for not
and im just one tiny dot
in the great beyond, the infinite abyss
will anyone know that I wrote this?
I am a particle in a universe of matter
But still, I cannot let my own blood splatter
for this may be the one chance I've got
whether I make it matters not
for I know that the time given to me is not a lot
so I will spend it wisely, and smoke a lot of pot.





Untitled...

time has lost
we have won
the day has gone,
but the night is our side.
The sky has swollen and disgorged the machines,
they are with us.
against it
reality, itself.
The fight is about to begin
Can you fight?
Can you stare yourself in the face and say
"I can take you, you motherfucker."
If you can,
get next to me and get ready
Ourselves are over the next ridge, and they look pissed at being erased.
You would be too, wouldn't you?
Follow the crowd,
and the trail of smog produced by the aerial squadrons.
Look at the flares!
There! can you see yourself?
Run for him, grab it! He has your soul in his hands! Get it before you are lost yourself!
Are you fading?
Has he done it?
Check yourself.
Make sure, are you still with me?
Get up, and ready the stance again
Three
Two
One
CHARGE!

millions of tiny dots run towards each other under a cool grey night
as the moon chuckles softly to itself,
in ever silent laughter
to the ears of men
and machines
alike.

 

thanks guys. wrote em while blazed, blazin again to read em again hah