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Psychedelic scenery floating ‘fore your eyes.
Blue-suited Principals wearing two-tone ties.
Hazy-gazed burnouts who cannot count to ten.
Corduroy robots reading Steinbeck’s pen.

Academic junkies roaming though the halls.
Starchy marching minions hearing the drummer’s call
After-school side hustles, workin’ to earn some dough.
Smoke-toking teachers sharing what they know.

I wear my mask when I go out to control what’s on display
At Friday football parties and keg stand soirees.
I hide my mask when I’m alone to keep my nature pure
Revealing to no one else the fact I’m insecure.

We made it through a troubled time
Of change and introspection.
We viewed our goals with raging fear
And pursued them with keen aggression.
In a nostalgic sense, the 1970's was a great time to come of age.  New social freedoms, the end to the conflict in Vietnam, distance from the unrest of the '60's.  But in truth the '70's still contained many challenges as businesses failed, people lost jobs in large numbers.  Our futures were uncertain in the tanked economy of the late '70's.  This is my look back at those times and my suburban high school on the shores of Lake Erie
morallygray Sep 16
Get faded
drink an Arizona Mucho Mango
tell your dog you love them
find peace
peace
AUSTIN Sep 7
it’s the way
the music moves me
the way
my body falls back,
it’s the feeling in my brain
that says
“play pretend”
that’s what my high is

it’s everything
i used to
want.
every word swallowed,
every mask i
put on,
unprocessed feelings
im scared to
***** up
Limes Carma Sep 1
I used to think that higher meant escape,
That feeling weightless was the only way.
I’d chase whatever helped me lose my shape,
Until the night consumed another day.

I thought each fix would find the joy I’d long forgotten,
But clarity would hit — so sharp and sudden.

Chasing every high will have you
digging at rock bottom.
egg hot pot Aug 27
High school hallways
Always so full
But always empty
I walk trying to imagine
That you're not selectively rewarding
But you always are
You were empty when I was
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When will he get to experience you
He will
Won't he
If you lack something..
Don’t worry
Be ready to explore the way you go...

If you don’t have wings
Your willpower will be your wings

If you don’t have willpower
Your confidence will be your willpower

If you don’t have confidence
Your belief in yourself will be your confidence

If you don’t believe in yourself
Your strength will be your belief in yourself

If you don’t have strength
Your self analysation will improve your strength

If you don’t know to analyse yourself
You must focus on your dreams

If you don’t have dreams
You must think about your obligations

And no one is here without obligations
Make the best use of yourself to perform all the obligations
You are always a outcome of the mould you created by yourself
Make proud of your parents
To feel their goodness in you 😊✌🏼
Fly high and achieve your heights.
The blazing sunset
Streams over my head
And the gentle breeze
Whispers its time to forget...

...all those sad thoughts
Weighing you down
Let them Go
Right now

I've fallen in love
With a crimson sky
I'm floating in the joy
Of a natural high

...its so beautiful
To feel at ease
Seek my sunset
Of peace.

by Debra Lea Ryan
03.08.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
In Song @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PYixdp6K1s
fish-sama Jul 21
It's the last straw, brawling into a strange             haul oh yes,
undress my dear page boy in the                watercress.
His sundew skin pierce within a               honey drop,
rock-hard bridge we blow            the hourglass
dynamite up flew too few                 refuse to shake
the earth, a plane,       kamikaze, tooooo late!
He runs, my panting                      rabbit, fly! I'll come
and put a     bullet     through you.              

Maiden, oh maiden! Maiden of beauty,
Hath you longed to show such folly?
It's always sayonara, but to thee,
blonde beauty, au revoir.
Delicious dear, do spit it into me,
the ignominious cure.
Partially based off Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", partially just insanity.
Stop Complaining,
Stop Contemplating,
There is no worrying,
Leave behind Discouraging,
Everything will be Alright,
if you would just let go
of the frustrations, and
Go and fly a Kite,
It will be quite a sight,
It will bring to you Delight,
As the Kite soars,
in the Beaitiful sunlight,
Up, up, and  away,
As the Kite reaches it plight,
What a Beautiful day,
as the sun Shines Bright,
So, why don't you go out, and
JUST FLY YOU A KITE!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/12/2025
Ellie Jul 6
It comes and goes
Little high, even low
Until one knows, does it grow
In sigh, not even close

I choose to stay still
More than how I feel
Were those even real?
Let me take a moment to heal
Healing comes from within
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