wrote some poetry while i was high, haven't the slightest fucking idea what it means, anyone know? I know not when or how i wrote it.
the breathe that thy be wind
for a reckon of the lame
shall be then only frame
unto the sourafice of life
carrying only life as a jewel
crafted and unto man is given
making only sure to accept
the obstacles of once more
to be to the blue of one
that only means to intercept
a package of serving weighting
over a pound for lack of reduce
forever, blow, rise, power, forerrun
post yours too if you have any.
I will write a haiku
But how would I write said haiku
Who knows, ile just end this with Haiku
[quote]The screams and yelling
The tears and burning
Where am i?
Have i died?
I look around
And all i see is a crowd
What is this place?
Why is there a mace?
Is this hell?
I can't really tell..
My eyes are flickering
My eyes are flashing
I see flames
And trains
This feels surreal
I can't remember my last meal
Is this a dream
It sure seems
But, than i realize
What a surprise..
Its merely my life...[/quote]
I write a lot of poetry..
[quote=Greed]
You walk through life with gold under your soles
But as far as I can see you're riddled with holes
Your face shows your sickness, your filth, your greed
From anger and sadness your soul won't be freed
And all I ask is how does it feel
To know that feeling will never be real
That you make a difference with everything you do
I can easily tell you that is simply untrue
For all you do is take from the poor
The weak, the sick, you make their hearts sore
They can't understand how someone can be
So greedy, so careless, so angry as thee
But have you ever thought that you're the one who's poor
You have all these items yet you still yearn for more
Truth is, your wealth isn't measured by silver and golds
It's measured by the love your heart withholds.[/quote]
[quote=Last Breath]I care not if I go to heaven
Nor do I care if I go to hell
For I only hope before my time comes
That I truly do you well
I live my life not for myself
But to better the lives of others
When my time comes, whenever that may be
I can only hope that you will see
Out of all the things that i have done
That you and I will always be one
For when I have come to my death
In my heart you will remain after I’ve taken my last breath.[/quote]
[editline]28th June 2011[/editline]
i have a bunch more but I lost them. they were better than these two.
I think I just fell in love with your amazing poetry.
Peavy if you wrote a book I would buy it.
I'm gonna give this a shot when I get high tonight.
do it, it makes being creative really easy
Someone write one in iambic heptameter.
Pleeeease
[QUOTE=JohnnyMo1;30776887]Someone write one in iambic heptameter.
Pleeeease[/QUOTE]
I'll work on it, it may take me a while but I'll get it done
I write most of the lyrics for the band I play in whilst blazed.
It's much more chill and inspiration tends to flow.
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