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Fern Apr 9
Oh me, oh my!

A mushroom, so dandy!

It’s curling head, spry

Gold hues like candy

Soft as a dove

And medically handy

What’s not to love?

About a fungi so opulent?

Hope is made of:

Mushrooms so succulent

What a lovely sight

Isn’t fungi excellent?
i like mushrooms :)
camps Jan 28
i wouldn’t know how to deal with the things i’m dealing with if
it weren’t for the fact that i’m already dealing with them oh god
why does he write like that it’s just complicating the obvious
and too repetitive for its own sake and it doesn’t even make sense

if i didn’t state the obvious you would never hear the words
i love you and your need for validation would surge while simultaneously being reduced to swiping right on pretty lips
but the kind of pretty lips that wouldn’t know what to say
even if they did know what to say

i drew a circle but my arm quivered and the line
shot way past the paper it’s currently undulating
over my desk and zooming past a caterpillar
contemplating whether the process of becoming
beautiful would make him beautiful when he
already knows he is beautiful

the jar of mushrooms stares back in silence
streams of consciousness pieced together
Amelia Sapp Dec 2019
come with me
to the secret garden
let us dance with fairies
and eat wild berries

a cobblestone path
leads us to a witch’s hut
she casts a love spell on you
but not on me

frolic through lavender fields
the bees tell us stories
i am listening to their every word
you are listening to my heartbeat

eat these magic mushrooms
that the caterpillar gave us
i can see your aura and i can smell your words
but you know that feelings every time you look at me

i want to leave, this is not my realm
but you were born here
Bard Dec 2019
Floating in the ocean of emotion
Lose myself in slow motion
Body feels the flow and erosion

Use oxytocin and psilocybin
To polish off the corrosion
Feelin the rocking emotion
Don’t sell me your garbage!
I speak in the language of poets,
of intellects.
I speak with God!
I think the dead always get
The last laugh

I worried so much
Over so many things
When it was always
Going to work
Itself out

In the end
Alyssa Oct 2019
The fungi has started to grow again,
coming from inside, rotting within.
My eyes scan the room from left to right,
there's nothing interesting,
anywhere found in sight.
I remove myself to explore and play,
into the forest I go, around midday.
As I wander and wonder,
my thoughts twist around me, causing a fluster.
All of this just because of,
some guy.
It's not your normal fungi,
it's the kind that if you touch it,
it will rot you from your delicate finger tips
to the very light that is your soul.
The kind of fungi to ruin your night.
So as I lie here, accepting my fate,
that evil demon comes creeping,
to smile in my face.
I'm all too weak to continue on,
finally letting go of myself, collapsing like a fawn.
My skeletal remains,
shimmer in the sun-
reflecting light like the barrel of a gun.
It's hard not to notice that toadstool right there,
growing from what would be my hair.
The fungi still loves to decay,
what was once me
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