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lifeonLSD May 16
I always wish to say good things
about the people i meet

But honestly i can’t anymore
I’m starting to wonder
is it because of me?
Am i no good?
Do i try so hard because i know,
deep down i’m not?

I’m not sure anymore

They say; you only meet the people
who are a mere reflection of your own thoughts

Reflecting that on me
then everything points to an ugly secret
i’ve maybe been hiding all along

Why keep trying so hard
if it’s not what you see,
feel or experience
from the people around you?

Why believe in the good
if they do not choose
to give those parts to you?

Why keep holding onto
the skinny little parts
they only give
when it serves them well?

Am i then the same?
Do i only share when it serves me?

I like to think not
But as of right now,
I start to see the flaw in my own thoughts

I start to see the defects
in my own trying and trying
to believe in the good
and believing i’m good

I’m nowhere there
to give up yet

But i am here
at a place
where i do not recognize
the good from the bad anymore

They are all combined
entwined, strangled
strangling me

Keeping me hostage in my mind

The good
and the bad
contemplating about me
still being right

I do give up
on everything that is the bad
and not mine

This quarantin
can be more of use
more than i’ve tried
so far

So goodbye again
my so called foe’s
and friends
It’s time to let the good rain

Snoring on confetti powder

Smoking up the trees
seeing flower bombs
spreading the love
within me

And see which parts
still need some loving

and which parts
are still hiding
somewhere underneath
you don’t know anyone
lifeonLSD Feb 7
Still a coward
Started the day off quite beautifully, technically
I’m still high
10am. my last one
After that i had 6 cigarettes to smoke
A coffee or two
Logging into work every hour or so
Been up since 7am.
Ate a veggie pizza snack
Set on a bench in the winter sun
Felt good

Sobriety is my new luxury
I know how this sounds
I’m no fool
Maybe i am, but i’m an honest one too
J do secretly do feel more happy tho
Gotta kick off this awful habit soon
Gotta vibrate the **** outta life
lifeonLSD Feb 24
I never really understood this whole love thingy

I always felt like i missed the train to whatever happy joy joy plane and somehow didn’t develop this skill or something

I guess i’m more of a “I like to pick one person, totally obsess over them for ages, just to never say a word about it” kinda person

I’m sure someday i will find someone who understands
lifeonLSD Apr 11
I see what we humans do to this world
and that’s why i’d rather stay alone

If we can be so egoistic about what gives us life unconditionally, continously
how the hell are we supposed to love each other?
lifeonLSD Mar 25
to break yourself isn’t easy
following the cracks made by others
putting you fingers across them
and pulling them apart
to let go of their scars
and release everything
what someone else made you to be

you pick up the pieces
put them together in the right order
only for your eyes to see
so you can grow back together
and stand up tall again
knowing there’s nothing anyone can do
that you cannot set free
Traveler Mar 23
Last year’s leaves incapacitated in an icy grave..
Burly cattails poking up through the surface of the icy lake.
With my back  on the dock my feet resting comfortably
on the bright reflective white ice, from here I write.
The air temperature at 40 Fahrenheit seems like summer,
I soak up the beautiful rays while fumbling with my device.
Two Canadian snow geese fly over honking
catching my dog and my attention, our eyes follow their flight.
Green, grey and brown quacking  mallards swim along the melted shore line, it's mating time.
Puffy black squirrels hopping from tree to tree a jungle gym
high above in the forest canape. Over. way over on the other side of the lake I see deer near the shore line. I try to bring them to my dogs nearsighted attention but only my human eye can see.
Today the world looks beautiful from these poetic eyes.
lifeonLSD Mar 23
roaming around this planet
has me creating worlds
inside this world
as a refuge
to escape the madness

there i feel save
no pain nor misery
but often loneliness
so i never put up fences
just a gate

every once in a while
i give away the key
to my garden
so i can share
the fresh air of flowers

every world i’ve build so far
they only came to steal
demolish or corrupt
but i keep creating new ones
without any walls

still i wish for someone
to water my trees
smell the roses
turn it into a heaven
then lock the gates to be free
lifeonLSD Mar 23
Of all that i’ve lost so far
i have found so much more

The truth can never be unseen
and i never felt more liberated
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