stavia hippie

I dont know if this is percisly the right spot for this thread but here it goes.

i have been writing for a while now, around 4 years which i feel is pretty long. i am only 17. i love it and marijuana brings out feelings and thoughts that go down on paper very well.

i am interested if anyone of you all in this community write as well. and if you do i would think you should post them in this thread to show everyone else what you are conjuring up and laying on bark. so lets here it.

i will start it off, this poem (i also write lyrics) came to me as i was taking a excluded voyage into the forest while high. hope you enjoy.

*** Father Forest ***

The snow is white like a young virgins breast,
the saplings arise to aid with the nest.

Olde Father Forest with his gray tatared beard,
screams to the hoards of listening deer.

A scream from the forest is all that is heard,
from the dieing conformists,
oh how obserd...

A person comes walking,
no doubt in wonder about all of this death,
and all of this blunder.

But Olde Father Forest looks down at us all,
laughs as he plans the very last fall.

sort of to me how i feel god/nature is angry with us because he/she tells people and shows them what to do through the world and whats going on but they/us dont listen. they/we go melt themselves/ourselves into a world that is there so they/we wont have to deal with the truth, these people i gave the the name conformists. i just feel that is what a lot of people are. oh well maybe i am crazy, weird, or just stoned.