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SouthernSmoker

yeah I mostly write poems and songs then I create beats to em while high

 

Adikkal

Knowledge is power, power is a drug, drugs are bad

I can't remember if ive posted this already somewhere.... ahh well i'll post it again.

Boredom consumes me,
Like a virus it spreads, seemingly hard to eliminate on ones own
Even with new fangled technological advances
They still pale in comparison to social values
Communication, the root of all interest
Without communication, we would be living much like hermits,
Never setting foot outside of our domiciles,
For one's own life, no matter how uneventful and boring it may seem to them
Is full of wonderful, new, and ultimately different tales to someone else
Everyone wants something more
Something better
Something more than what they have,
Something more than what they are
We strive to differentiate ourselves,
Individualising, yet we're all the same
We want to be different,
We want to be the same
We all want the same things,
Yet we all want different things
We want to be part of a group
Yet we want to be individuals
And it goes on like this,
The never ending revolution of uncertainty,
It won't stop,
It's human nature,
We're not perfect,
We never will be,
To be perfect is to not be human, to be "god"
This perfect being, who is worshipped in many different ways, shapes and forms
This perfect being, who is interpereted in many different ways, shapes and forms,
This perfect being, who is in fact, not perfect at all
Perfection is an unachievable goal

Round and round the world will spin
But which direction are we all going in?
We are here, living up what we believe to be life
"Get a job son", "Get a girl son", "Have some kids son"
And then what? Your skin will wrinkle and your light will fade
You thought you had it made
You had nothing
You had everything
You had what society made for you
You lived the high life
But you were a low life
You robbed from the poor and gave to the rich
So the rich get richer the poor get poorer
It is, you are, the commercial horror

The underpaid workers of vietnam
The cross burning of the Ku Klux Klan
The stranglehold of christianity
The ills and wrongs, of our society
We want to believe
We have to relieve
We want to achieve
We have to deceive

Its pretty much just a rant, i like it tho.

Adikkal

Ryski

I love to write , I right down various thoughts, lyrics, stories, and poems all the time. The only problem is I am uncomfortable when people read my writings, cause a lot of them are personal and I don't want the critisism, but heres a poem I wrote while looking up at the sky from the floor of my room (I was pretty high too).

layin on the floor watchin life go by
the smoke clears
i glance at the sky
the view causes my eyes to form tears
the sun is shining bright
right into my red eyes
there are skattered clouds on the left
and on the right
the view is so amazing
its pure beuty
the climax of gods art
the view and my eyes couldn't come apart
i pondered the heavens for years
a view so wonderours i was brought to tears
a gaze a look a shot of time
stuck in my mind
forever and ever
a more beutiful sky... never
my eyes came clear
there were no more tears
my heart turned cold
my mind grew old
but one last glance
set me free...
set me free... for an eternity


Ryski

Ycekhold

So do I....I've got about 2 dozen pages' worth of stuff (much of it of my own creation). Other than that, I typically write prose, as opposed to poetry.

[Danny DeVito impression]
Do I look normal to you?
[/Danny Devito impression

As I've always said....unless I'm in the company of two or more gorgeous women, I have no intention whatsoever of dying in bed.


Please do so; I look forward to hearing them. I'll be more than willing to post some of mine as well, if you like.

Smokin'Jayz

Since some of you are being adventurous and posting your own stuff I'll post one of mine, a poem I wrote.

Burn
Rage against me
As calm as I may seem
Free the fire
Tear at my soul
to be
ever free
not like me

The mystery is gone
as I give
to breath slow
to feel wind in my face
to die
to live
I give

For a time when I
can feel something
Leave this empty
feeling behind
I'll try
But I think I'm dead inside.
To need
To rage
To burn
To feel
The fire in my eyes
Your heart beating next
to mine.
Just to feel,
something.

 

Smokin'Jayz

One more

Just knowing I exist
isn't enough
to prove I'm really here
Holding you so close
And feeling nothing
at all.
Forgive me
But I won't give up.
A quest I'm burdened
to bear.
It's something to find
to know that I truly am alive
and breathing
and holding on.
hold on.

Smokin'Jayz

I'm bored, and I always liked this thread, so I figured I'd add some more stuff seeing if other people will join in

Here goes nothing

Your outlook screams prospect
on weighted eyes it falls.
burning inside of you,
flames that fortune took.
away from me an answer
lies. far from the empty canyon,
a chasm of silence, tuned to
hear the suffering. I am
cause to the pain.
------------------------
The leaves on my
windshield are
blown by the wind
Their trails are lost
on the tips of
the breeze
and a traveller unknown.
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An empty body
I am I am
Swimming in this vessel
This loose suit of skin
akin to my hate
berate my breath
watch me sink
into my own skin.
again again
I wrap around me
falling further into myself
floating in the deep
weep for my skin.
A minute and a day
my skin does pray
to forget it's hurt
Sinking in my own skin.
------------------------------

I think I wrote this last one after Sept11 after seeing the thing on the front page saying "united we stand, divided we fall".

United we stand
Divided we fall
Above the ground
our frames stand so tall

Looking out among the plains
I let myself go
I learn to love
and let my heart overflow

The stars beam
from high up above
and as I stare, my legs
begin to shake.
It's all so much to take.
Where we live and what
we know all depends on
where we go.


That's it for now, I encourage others to add stuff too cause this thread rules!

guest#1007

I am in my house
I am in my home
This is my place
I will not roam

Why should I leave?
Where's there to go?
This is my place
I must say no

Out in the cold
That's not for me
This is my place
Please let me be

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TokeyMcBongHit

Does this have to be poetry? I like writing stories when I'm stoned... have a couple of those. Tomorrow, I will finish my stoned sonnet... I guess that's a poem :-)

Smokin'Jayz

I can just keep pumping this stuff out, so if people want me to stop, that's fine

But I'd like to encourage others to post some stuff, anyways here's another.

Maybe things will get
better
basking in the sun
cooking me
In and through between
bones which I call home
habitat, seemingly unknown.
Feel the breeze
my skin is gone
torn off by nails exposed.