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hazael-fae Feb 2017
the impact of this magic is making me mellow, loving, and strong, my mind is a puzzle and im finally putting it together, piece by piece, im finally connecting these things and becoming who i am, this magic is helping me put myself together and form the best version of me. who i am, and who i hid from. this spell im under is helping me through my journey
mushies
CastorPolydeuces Jul 2016
What if the white rabbit guides you home,
safe and sound,
no rabbit holes, or falling down,
and you grab it by its ******* throat and rip it apart because you're tripping ***** and I don't know how to ******* help you and I'm not a ******* rabbit so
please
stop...
Just trying to stop being so ******* emo. Everyone has bad days right? Bad day, bad trip, same difference.
Jack Ghaven Feb 2016
I can't feel my face
Do I know this place?
I've been here before
I can't take any more
I'll fall off the ******* map
Pick up and go and never look back
Afraid to say most wouldn't notice
It took awhile but trust me I know this
Everyone wants you to try so **** hard
But God forbid you expect an inch when you give a yard
Than again how much could I possibly comprehend?
I'm just slouched at the keys, sketched out, at wit's end
This is just a poor excuse for a freestyle
Stream of consciousness once in awhile
I'm so close to ending my effort to care about others
I've had family had friends had lovers
But never found my mutual muse
So I'm stuck with these things I abuse
Mary Jane and John Jameson are good company
Though they tend to lead to a different me
I've come to be scared of my mirrors
No matter how I stare I can't see clear
Dylan Barnes Sep 2015
Accelerate me into life
flash forward
what is it like
people not driving cars
robotic body parts

hologram friends
destined to screens
faces unseen

Where will we be
when
time flashes before eyes
before our eyes
creating new families
relatives
gone from our lives

the future
what will happen
in the future
the future

consolidation
all our things
are consolidated
into this modern day destiny

will we be
traveling
through a paradigm
of things we used to dream

the future
no one knows
where all of this
will go
in the future
the future?
Nicole Normile Nov 2010
you keep tripping on eachothers feet
and I'm just watching, wanting to fix it all
but my solution is merely mine, not your intention
and as we dine, you look in her eyes
this is the part that I despise
and I can feel the heat, every tap, every beat
my racing heart and my ice cold glare
breaks you two, eachothers stare
you fall to pieces, the tension so strong
you know I've held on way too long

and you're just tripping on eachothers feet
so much confusion
my desire is not her solution
and you feel my cold stare, my dead eyes
breaking you in two
to think that it could have been just me and you
I crack your voice as I interject
you see me tearing
so you fall to pieces, the tension so strong
because you know I've held on way too long

and you two keep tripping on each others feet
tripping as I watch
wanting to dance into my sense of defeat
by her I've been beat
and her satisfaction now tears me
her satisfaction is what wears me
and you know I feel it, you feel it too
so then I run, grab you, and sob
and before you said goodbye
I watched you try to grab the dinner check
but your cash went short
so you only covered her meal
and I swear this mustn't be real
and by now I'm trying to hold back, no more tears
I almost did crack watching you two
this was my biggest fear
because I wanted to dance with you
or simply the clarity that this is through
Oh fei
My constant companion
I love you
But I think you may have a problem
It's time for an intervention
You ball trippin puppy
No more seeking toads
That take you on psychedelic roads
My dog loves to lick Colorado River toads and it's just ridiculous
~~Follow me down the rabbit hole he spoke,
To a place of delirium and fantasy.
Let your mind follow as your body stays.
As goosebumps creep up your skin.
Feel me when you laugh, little pinholes in your brain.
Run free with me dear Alice,  
For a trip to Wonderland.
Just rest that thin piece of paper on your tongue.
Come with me, old friend.~~
William Keech Jun 2015
I'm tripping off the walls again
Needle breaking through the skin
There is poison running through
My veins...
Turning me into another tragedy
I think I'm addicted...
I think I need another hit..
I'm falling through the cracks again
The walls are spinning round again
I think my have hit the end....
I think I need another hit..
The poison burns in my veins
I think I may have overdosed...
I think you're my ******...
I'm tripping off the walls again...
mokitovice May 2015
raw
there was no sound, but the sound of wind
no movement, but her dress twirling through the air

she was supposed to be afraid
scared, drowning and confused
but for the first time she could read the sky
and smiled

being her was to raw
being someone else was fake
was she picturing it all in her head?
she had traveled all the roads and created new ones
but was it enough?

so she flew, she flew as fast and far as she could
that fast, that she thought her wings were going to break
and maybe they did, maybe she got lost,
maybe she disappeared,
maybe some remembered her, maybe no one did

so she escaped,
escaped to the place where the skies are purple
and there's gold flamingos
rubi stars that share their secrets
dancing demons with cellophane treasures
Hidden in endless forest with a touch of mist
Zachary Apr 2015
Shutter shutter
Shaking hands
Static storm strikes
The world disbands

Claustrophobic
Engulfed in black
Must push forward
Cannot look back

The world is gone
Memories too
Can't understand
Is this world true

But there is help
They protect me
We fight for a goal
I cannot see

Does time stand still
Or move too fast
Too long the struggle
Not all friends last

Into the light
Beckoning hue
Sudden breathe
The world in view

Focus ahead
Devour the air
Back in this world
Thousand mile stare

Thankful but sick
Pleading to stay
When will it stop
Will I be okay

Finally home
Exhausted fried
If this battle was lost
I could have died
This poem is based off my first and last experience with Spice.
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