I smoked a few bowls and was pretty ripped. I had a pad and and pen, and I was chillin' in a private park near my house. it started to rain and I went inside and made some tea, sat by my window and wrote some more. the only salvageable part i wrote is really good, and I was wondering what you guys think of this! from now on i'm going to try and write whenever i blaze :] true blue rain pats on the window, wet footprints come alive dance, prance, the waves crash upon my soul, it's goal is not to hurt but to heal, time heals, love heals solutions in reds and grays, dotting the sky with the rays that gaze down upon this city that never sleeps, breathes, eats and eats itself full, empty bodies walk the streets which seem to meet my feet endlessly gats, guns, ring-and-runs the thug that terrorizes and monopolizes, buying and selling those little prizes, up in smoke, he tokes, he contaminates and the air around him cries out to the lights they flicker and pass and shine deep streetlights with stories shine onto the windowsill, washed away by rain.
thats pretty darn good. i enjoyed reading it, i would love to read some more of your work, you shoulkd post it in the artists corner. ( ithink thats where it goes)
Thanks so much guys, made my day:] i'll be sure to post more when I write it, it seems like I'm always too lazy to get my ideas down though.