"psilocybe" poems - Hello Poetry

shes sat by the window like a flower to the sun burnt deep paled lotus, mechanized motifs cigarette, sweet parallel steams lips pink, eyes deceased silica tears, seeded fiber optic designed !release enter automated dreamstate delve inside the beast oscillating pirouetting psilocybe serene days gone underground plagiarized by peace prototyped the touch she’ll never know it’s me.

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Aug 11, 2021

Aug 11, 2021 at 7:07 PM UTC

georgevanhorn

organasma

shes sat by the window like a flower to the sun burnt deep paled lotus, mechanized motifs cigarette, sweet parallel steams lips pink, eyes deceased silica tears, seeded fiber optic designed !release enter automated dreamstate delve inside the beast oscillating pirouetting psilocybe serene days gone underground plagiarized by peace prototyped the touch she’ll never know it’s me.

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Come on friend. Let's take a vacation at home. Unleash our minds And follow where they want to roam. Hold out your hand. Here is the key, A funny little fungus Called psilocybe. What a beautiful world. Was this here the whole time? Something sacred and old Hidden deep in the mind? There's patterns on the ceiling and the walls have started swaying. A purple haze is forming but old Jimi isn't playin. Now hands are reaching down from that vibrant purple mist. They want me to go with them And now fear replaces bliss. I stand up and I pace around. Get it together man. It's all imagination. Are you really scared of hands? Just sit down and relax a bit And let the show unfold. The music sounds amazing and there's beauty to behold. Hey man do you feel that presence that is in the room? Someone else is here now but I don't know where or who. It's a woman and a mother. That much seems very clear. She's been with us the whole time. I can't see her but she's near. I don't know what you mean man. I don't get that sense at all. All I see are patterns and the breathing of the walls. Remember the boy you were and the man you wanted to be. He's still inside you son and only you can set him free. © Jason Comeaux (6/20/17)

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC

BTKomo90

Psilocybe

Come on friend. Let's take a vacation at home. Unleash our minds And follow where they want to roam. Hold out your hand. Here is the key, A funny little fungus Called psilocybe. What a beautiful world. Was this here the whole time? Something sacred and old Hidden deep in the mind? There's patterns on the ceiling and the walls have started swaying. A purple haze is forming but old Jimi isn't playin. Now hands are reaching down from that vibrant purple mist. They want me to go with them And now fear replaces bliss. I stand up and I pace around. Get it together man. It's all imagination. Are you really scared of hands? Just sit down and relax a bit And let the show unfold. The music sounds amazing and there's beauty to behold. Hey man do you feel that presence that is in the room? Someone else is here now but I don't know where or who. It's a woman and a mother. That much seems very clear. She's been with us the whole time. I can't see her but she's near. I don't know what you mean man. I don't get that sense at all. All I see are patterns and the breathing of the walls. Remember the boy you were and the man you wanted to be. He's still inside you son and only you can set him free. © Jason Comeaux (6/20/17)

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I’m psychosexual But somehow A hyper-intellectual It’s like a festival All up in my mind Fueled by love, lust, rage, maybe hate Lysergic acid Diethylamide Hopeless dreams and psilocybe I would entice you To look inside But I’d fear for your sanity It’s no place for the blind I once thought of ending it Closing the blinds On a cold winters eve In the dead of night The bottle in my hand I broke the glass No liquid came out I was drunk off my *** This was how I was Or perhaps how I am I question everyday If this was part of the plan Cuts all up my arm I’ve always said self-harm Was for the weak and twisted With their minds tangled like yarn But now I see truth I’m an agnostic All I need was proof I’m a concrete home with no roof I’m a writer, a brother A musician and a lover I’m a man and a boy An old soul that never knew joy She was momma’s little angel Starry eyed with her dreams Turned ********** ******* randoms for the fiend A hopeless romantic His heart sealed up hermetically He strung himself up when she spat out “You’re pathetic”, apathetically What a broken society It’s the norm to suffer It’s a personality flaw To give a **** about another This is why I’m insane You see why I’m a ******* ****** Always getting caught up screaming “I’m just trying to do the right thing, you know?” A semi-schizo voice I’m perpetually trying to shut up Showing compassion for others Only made me an altruistic ****** So now you see What happens when you read in-between These are my minds insides I hope they made you scream But I only brought you to the doorstep Would you dare to step in? All I can tell you is I never made it out There are true monsters within

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May 8, 2013

May 8, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC

robert-ueda

What Lies Within

I’m psychosexual But somehow A hyper-intellectual It’s like a festival All up in my mind Fueled by love, lust, rage, maybe hate Lysergic acid Diethylamide Hopeless dreams and psilocybe I would entice you To look inside But I’d fear for your sanity It’s no place for the blind I once thought of ending it Closing the blinds On a cold winters eve In the dead of night The bottle in my hand I broke the glass No liquid came out I was drunk off my *** This was how I was Or perhaps how I am I question everyday If this was part of the plan Cuts all up my arm I’ve always said self-harm Was for the weak and twisted With their minds tangled like yarn But now I see truth I’m an agnostic All I need was proof I’m a concrete home with no roof I’m a writer, a brother A musician and a lover I’m a man and a boy An old soul that never knew joy She was momma’s little angel Starry eyed with her dreams Turned ********** ******* randoms for the fiend A hopeless romantic His heart sealed up hermetically He strung himself up when she spat out “You’re pathetic”, apathetically What a broken society It’s the norm to suffer It’s a personality flaw To give a **** about another This is why I’m insane You see why I’m a ******* ****** Always getting caught up screaming “I’m just trying to do the right thing, you know?” A semi-schizo voice I’m perpetually trying to shut up Showing compassion for others Only made me an altruistic ****** So now you see What happens when you read in-between These are my minds insides I hope they made you scream But I only brought you to the doorstep Would you dare to step in? All I can tell you is I never made it out There are true monsters within

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Lucent gold halations that seer in sight, flesh akin to plush saline gelatin, kingfishers song, mellifluent as streams, drones that palpitate in the heart and nag the mind, hiding your enmity and silent screams.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC

TheDenouement

Psilocybe

Lucent gold halations that seer in sight, flesh akin to plush saline gelatin, kingfishers song, mellifluent as streams, drones that palpitate in the heart and nag the mind, hiding your enmity and silent screams.

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Sediment slabs purl down soft rock, parched charcoal lathers soot - scintillate, smothered form in slate deluge, where the sun can take refuge, saturnine in the hiemal shift of the alcove, and nebulous spume caroms - gaseous halations , off scalding waters, sweet smoke arise, tenuous strings of light gossamer in the eyes , meshed scales loll down, corona tendrils stream over sunken psilocybe, equilibrium sun-warped - flares effulgent, seeping into trails of salt-lacerated skin, wax beads singeing skin - summer hit of apocalypse fever

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC

TheDenouement

Labyrinthine

Sediment slabs purl down soft rock, parched charcoal lathers soot - scintillate, smothered form in slate deluge, where the sun can take refuge, saturnine in the hiemal shift of the alcove, and nebulous spume caroms - gaseous halations , off scalding waters, sweet smoke arise, tenuous strings of light gossamer in the eyes , meshed scales loll down, corona tendrils stream over sunken psilocybe, equilibrium sun-warped - flares effulgent, seeping into trails of salt-lacerated skin, wax beads singeing skin - summer hit of apocalypse fever

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the lights, color the arrow piercingthe falls, water breathing, a tryst, keeping, a word with a collectively, billowing heart, the race to enlightenment began. ‘to the woods’ ‘to our minds’ ‘in our hearts’ the arrival, the departure and a hole where we used to stand. a hole in time, in space. a hole. i am a hole.

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Nov 5, 2012

Nov 5, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC

zach-willett

..psilocybe..

the lights, color the arrow piercingthe falls, water breathing, a tryst, keeping, a word with a collectively, billowing heart, the race to enlightenment began. ‘to the woods’ ‘to our minds’ ‘in our hearts’ the arrival, the departure and a hole where we used to stand. a hole in time, in space. a hole. i am a hole.

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Psilocybe mushroom you are the best. in death there is life, as a psilocybe. You conquer all that is around you, and fill my mind with craziness. To think you are so small, and pack such a punch. With you're purple brown spores, and youre wavy margins and a pellical draped over you. A stalk so small and strong to hold you're weight. I think the way you work, makes me a better man. Remembering the stuff I lost long ago. thank you my little tiny friend, but I have to go.

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC

CBRFREAK

Psilocybe

Psilocybe mushroom you are the best. in death there is life, as a psilocybe. You conquer all that is around you, and fill my mind with craziness. To think you are so small, and pack such a punch. With you're purple brown spores, and youre wavy margins and a pellical draped over you. A stalk so small and strong to hold you're weight. I think the way you work, makes me a better man. Remembering the stuff I lost long ago. thank you my little tiny friend, but I have to go.

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