vivrantv

Well actually, It was a whole day after smoking...but that was quite a doozy so here are some poems...love poems is what i do almost exclusively for some stupid reason but here.

From the crash of my thoughts
I somehow assemble treasures
Much like sadness in one's life
Prompts happiness to be synthesized

ok next




I lost my thoughts
Then regained them
Wrote them down
And they made no sense
And wasted an hour
I don't feel enlightened
And neither will you when you read this


one more? ok.



Through my glassy pair,
The star-strewn sky was..... UGLY
Every light up there was like a drunk
Never shutting up, slowly burning out
If I could quicken it, and squelch out those gleaming specks...
And mosquitoes man, what the f u c k is their contribution
to the life cycle?
They slowly suck my life, every night, it's a dirty f u c k i n g cycle
Maybe tomorrow night
The gorgeous stars that sometimes appear
Will take my mind off of the mosquitoes


so..not really love poems eh? Think of them what you will. Marijuana and writing, a super combo.

Herb Ninja

ill refrain from making fun.

I do find that funny though.

vivrantv

yeah its kind of corny but its hard to think of clever metaphors