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Max Neumann Feb 2020
the repetition of a repetition
is
the repetition of a repetition
is
the repetition of a repetition
is
the repetition of a repetition
is
the repetition of a repetition
is
the repetition of a repetition

which means:

doing drugs daily
being trapped on the quest
for the first high
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Today is a good day.
Huxley Web Dec 2019
I'm drunk and I'm high
Sitting on the couch after everyone has left
All but the three of us remain

One by one we fall asleep
Until its just you and I

I can't help the fact
That my head is getting heavy
And you shoulder
Looks so inviting to lean against.
Grey Dec 2019
I am high on life,
drowning in euphoria,
and drunk on loving.
Lydeen Dec 2019
Puff,
Puff,
Pass.

Go on, take a

nice
long
drag.

Sadness? Anger? Anxiety? Melt,

melt,
melting
away.

Giggles bubbling in your throat.

Everything
is
funny.

To the

clouds
in
peril.
ria Dec 2019
You clog my lungs.
You make me stutter and choke.
You make me dizzy.

Still I bring you to my lips--
Again,
Again, and again.

You make me gasp.
You make me break form.
You make me laugh.

Still I inhale your sweet death--
Again,
Again, and again.

You dizzy me.
You intoxicate me.
You poison me.

Still I drink your sweet praise.

A silly thing like me shouldn't smoke,
But you are just so irresistible.

A fickle thing like me shouldn't drink,
But you are just so alluring.

A stupid thing like me shouldn't love,
But you are just so perfect.

So here I am:
Drunk, high, and stupidly in love with you.
Erian Rose Nov 2019
Somewhere across the stars,
Racing in the night,
I saw your face as it beamed back at me,
Rolling upon the hills so high.
We'll take flight someday,
As we soar through the fields of butterflies,
A song dancing in the night,
While watching the stardust in your eyes.
Something about the way you smile,
When the mountains tumble by your window.
It's you and me forever
This frosty midnight.
PUBLISHED POEM
Will be published in late June by the Live Poets Society of NJ
Pc Nov 2019
Fly
Does a bird know how to fly just because it has wings, or is it a Leap of faith once it falls from the trees , my life is similar to a birds they follow for every tweet gracefully descending to the ground like the colorful leaves  , (fall ) in the autumn breeze
Bird in the blue sky
Tiny wings, aims to fly high
Up the mountains, tweets
Proctor Ehrling Nov 2019
Belltowers chariot signalling distance
Towering gallows where I've been sentenced
The iridescence of coming doom
Graveyard daisies are in bloom
Their season is unusually sober
They've been growing whole October
So I got high and the next morning found this in my notebook.
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