I thought this raft was made of feathers, But now I see, after a storm or three, That its made of wood, Im doing what I want, What my heart craves, Not what I should… The cave is tidy, My mother is at war with me but my lady and friends adore me, And I feel good… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was a wild child, I saw life as it is, at a young age, I hoped it was more, But I couldn't see it, Which is why I seeked a sage… While I battered these keys, Ran pens dry on this page… Born out of something other than love, But not quite hate, I was taught to distrust, But seek trust, When I was just a nipper… By the man who now, I want to visit, Pour gasoline over his body, Then take a clipper…. Light the fuel, Watch him burn, Watch him take his turn…. Gain the revenge that I yearn… There is war in my blood, There are demons in my veins, Ive learned, as my past has revealed itself, To stop reacting to the pains, That erupt in my soul, As frequently, as it rains… But they remain there, And one day I will be faced with a foe, Who will bear the brunt, Of all my woe, They will be left bleeding, probably dead, While the people close to me scream ‘JUST GO' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I know nothing, But I call myself wise. I hate people who betray those close to them, But I am constantly telling myself lies… Because I want perfection, Though my mind knows it don't exist, If my heart was as aware of the world as my psyche, I would take the sword from work and cut my wrist… I can count on half of one hand, Those I have found whose love is true, Maybe its best for me to cut all suspect connections, Spread my wings, take flight, seek out fertile soil and start anew…
Don't you have anything better to do than make these pointless threads? Go seek attention on some other site, troll.
Cheers for the warm welcome, buddy...I thought this was a forum where we could share our artwork...And I'm far more goblin, than troll!
Yea, why would you call him a troll? Is this not the artist's corner? Poetry is quite clearly an art. Nice work
Hey...we don't treat our fellow stoners like this here. If you have an issue with a post or thread, please report it. Replies like this can't be tolerated any longer.
Cheers people. Maybe I will stick a few more of my virtual scribbles into the grasscity forums. There is a huge crowd here and its no surprise that the crowd , like any society (other than Bhutan, CHina, Burma, and any other savage or impeccably nice place), includes a few stool pigeons who we would all rather shoot!!!...cheers for the comments. DAn
Hahahaha ahh shit I'm fuxx'd and I'm laughin hard as hell LOL for some reason @ this thread.. (btw, I'm at Weedsha(My version of Moksha, or Kama) Total tranquility, and laughter.. I'm looking into my own fuckin mind right now lol just thinkin about how 4chan is a waste of time
What the hell is 4chan...And cheers again, having just come back to this thread, after been sure that it wasn't a friendly place to chuck my efforts at word art after the last effort, i am now leaning towards considering that its less jaggedly unfriendly and far more accomodating than I assumed...still, what the hell is this 4chan business*** The title makes me think of four lunatic chinaman rolling the dice of death and destiny through various insane tasks in the odious odyssey of world domination.