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"shroom" poems
Bewitched in the bass Too much tail ta chase Say he like tha way i slurp, no straw Just Raw, Joint-click-lighter-flick herb's tha word mums out for the night slammin her beau just like the dough to my room, pop a shroom in Cancún **** the doom of that mother ****** test. due in a few This ***** slew molly be on me Pop an ollie flip the switch bae lets ditch this day and **** like its flowin poetry SLAM thighs thunder for dat lightning **** Crocs... Imma bring that **** back. We've seized this moment by storm Now Lets tear the walls down Rage Pillage Prosper Party This land is our land Now let your freedom flag fly Lets get higher than the sky And cry cuz nothing tastes like forever Baby's powder makes the urking voice louder to DO SOMETHING instead of this hollow nothing I stuff with stories and dress in Lubriderm Cuz that ***** soft, baked this cake ain't delicious
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
A Piece of Cake
Who can fathom the thoughts of the moon as it sit's in the sky on a hot afternoon? Or the lovers quarrel of the sea on the shore? or a river who's banks have flooded the moor? Or the voice of stars as they fall from the sky; do they laugh or do they cry? Who can understand the mind of a dog, or the chicken or hen or the old barn hog? Only the mind of a poet who thinks like a shroom, Who breaths the fire of flowers without bloom. Try this offer from natures boon. Just relax and you'll understand soon. Then take a walk through the woods and ask the trees, for they have more secrets then they have leaves.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Fathom the Unfathomable
"Pass me a shroom, give me the **** hit up the ****** tap on the alcohol, and trip out on acid." That's what they all say in this world; that's how they get their high. But for you; I see it in your eyes Haley. You get a different high. No, you're not high on living life. You are high on trying to figure out how to life life. You hurt and I see that. You take away calories to increase your happiness. Some add more **** to there needle to increase their happiness. Whether you are taking or adding; you are hurting. What was your gateway? Was it the scale? The girl in the magazine sitting on the shelf? How about the "pretty, skinny girls" in bikinis at the beach? Like everything bad in life there is always a start to it. Some become a drug addict by smoking a cigarette; "oh, ill just do it once". Was it that way with you Haley? Just one less helping of the side that was for dinner, just one less snack, just one less meal. We always have false realizations for our self and it ***** we discover them in such a bad way. Did you enjoy the control that you could and can have over food? "They can't make me eat any more than i want do". Druggies like the lose of control too. They feel at ease with themselves in the moment and maybe the next few days; maybe you did too Haley. Druggies have close friends they smoke around, they don't dare let in newbies. I heard of your friend, Ana. She sounds like a scary person; yet you are aspiring to be her. Haley, you've got so much more to give and experience then these foul emotions. With all things in life there must be an end; this is your time to start a new chapter. Learn to live without your addicting. You can do it. 1 in ever 200 women have an eating disorder; 1 in every 300 are addicted to drugs. You can beat this.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
The final hit; how i see you as being anorexic and the tied in similarities with a druggie.
"Pass me a shroom, give me the **** hit up the ****** tap on the alcohol, and trip out on acid." That's what they all say in this world; that's how they get their high. But for you; I see it in your eyes Haley. You get a different high. No, you're not high on living life. You are high on trying to figure out how to life life. You hurt and I see that. You take away calories to increase your happiness. Some add more **** to there needle to increase their happiness. Whether you are taking or adding; you are hurting. What was your gateway? Was it the scale? The girl in the magazine sitting on the shelf? How about the "pretty, skinny girls" in bikinis at the beach? Like everything bad in life there is always a start to it. Some become a drug addict by smoking a cigarette; "oh, ill just do it once". Was it that way with you Haley? Just one less helping of the side that was for dinner, just one less snack, just one less meal. We always have false realizations for our self and it ***** we discover them in such a bad way. Did you enjoy the control that you could and can have over food? "They can't make me eat any more than i want do". Druggies like the lose of control too. They feel at ease with themselves in the moment and maybe the next few days; maybe you did too Haley. Druggies have close friends they smoke around, they don't dare let in newbies. I heard of your friend, Ana. She sounds like a scary person; yet you are aspiring to be her. Haley, you've got so much more to give and experience then these foul emotions. With all things in life there must be an end; this is your time to start a new chapter. Learn to live without your addicting. You can do it. 1 in ever 200 women have an eating disorder; 1 in every 300 are addicted to drugs. You can beat this.
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Users and abusers come one and all there is a freak show down in the glass house winos and crack heads coke freaks and nitrous suckers acupuncture skin punctures and candy land pill poppers *** heads and shroom munchers users and abusers one and all come on down to church in the basement of the glass house wet your tongue in holy water and revel the gospel of our lord and savior (Insert dead pop culture icon here) and don't forget to pay the tithe to mother superior
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
Users and abusers
Hello Mr Shroom man I ask you how things are Hello Mr Shroom man I ask how things should be You return to me with, 'Look, Inside yourself you're shook It's a reflection of the state Said shaking's shall negate The atrocity around...' sound '...How you choose to engage Your emphasis on form I'm sorry that's ok'
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Psilocybin Dream Day
I am your favorite red lipstick that got away, the expensive one your mother gave you because she had an extra. I used to grip the sheen of your swears, while you pressed me against dinner napkins before meals. I know the words you'd like to say, the curses you'd breathe. I taste your grief. You want me to return, you won't come to terms with the thought that I might think I just look a little better on her pallid pallid skin. You've inhaled spores today, it's your day off and you're trying to forget you ever lost me. Writhing with our friends. You're afraid of blood. But you love the sauce. Your skin is crimson, flushed from the heat. What a shock to know, it was you that came on a little too strong.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Shroom trip blues
I was at home in the crooks of your arm, tall above the root. Our sweet-bark skin, new spring at hand, trepidation rendered mute. The earth succumbed to restless sleep as I ebbed between your palms. The moss and shroom a witness to the wilting of our psalm. But the story the crow told me, is the only one he knows: like the morning sun you come, and like the wind go.
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Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
perennial
I've got a loss of words, I feel nothing but everything and I'm not sure what it is but nothing is quite right but then again, nothing is quite wrong I think I've lost my mind in the thoughts of.. How can I be so blind? Who am I again - whats your name? look at the stars, they shine so bright. Get out of my head I want to get out of my own head please lets not do this You're a beautiful boy, I love you I hate you who are you? hold me close keep them away I can't do this I want to die. I feel nothing, I want to feel.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
Lovers and bad trip on shroom.
You may record me in your over-edited, excerpts. What men claim as their story. Salty, bitter history, versus jaystory. Throw my revolution in the sand. But still, like the dust on your mantle, I am lifted. Even deceased I can stand. Does my challenge anger you? Are you overwhelmed with a match? My words can open cans of worms Your little politician promising can't patch Up, or be swept under that with a broom I will haunt you with my revolutions Like I'm zeus in his own living room. Like the endless universe to our moon. To the fall of capitalism soon To the 24 frames a second on networks of cartoons Or those stuck in the trip of two caps of a shroom Stay in tune Like your high school's marching band However I have to I'll find ways to stand I know someone would rather see me broken, crippled, legless, without feet. A head hung low and eyes even lower so Shoulders challenging one one another to how much closer to the ground one can go. Does my attitude offend you? Don't take my strength too too hard I'll laugh like I've got El Dorado Underneath my back yard. You may shoot me with your thoughts Your words, throwing heat from steamed pots But me with your eyes, thinking it may do a lot You may **** me with your hateful energy, maybe you can But whatever state the world leaves me in I will continue to stand. Does my appeal make you angry? It frequently comes as a surprise I dance as if 50 carat diamonds lie between my two thighs My history might have shame, lost in brutal command But that's then, this is now, so regardless I stand I'm an endless waterfall, unmeasurable in feet The fact I can't hear myself is also funny to me. Since water is a sound that my ears cannot reach. But at least by my wonder to some I can teach. That there is nothing you cannot withstand. So with my my revolutionaries Together. We stand. I stand. To dawn and then back. I stand. Regardless of your wrath. I stand. I am the dream, and in hopes, the hope of the change. I stand and I'll stand. Till a new story's engraved. I stand. To when history is just a story. Not belonging to a man. vi.xx.xii
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
Ode to Maya
You may record me in your over-edited, excerpts. What men claim as their story. Salty, bitter history, versus jaystory. Throw my revolution in the sand. But still, like the dust on your mantle, I am lifted. Even deceased I can stand. Does my challenge anger you? Are you overwhelmed with a match? My words can open cans of worms Your little politician promising can't patch Up, or be swept under that with a broom I will haunt you with my revolutions Like I'm zeus in his own living room. Like the endless universe to our moon. To the fall of capitalism soon To the 24 frames a second on networks of cartoons Or those stuck in the trip of two caps of a shroom Stay in tune Like your high school's marching band However I have to I'll find ways to stand I know someone would rather see me broken, crippled, legless, without feet. A head hung low and eyes even lower so Shoulders challenging one one another to how much closer to the ground one can go. Does my attitude offend you? Don't take my strength too too hard I'll laugh like I've got El Dorado Underneath my back yard. You may shoot me with your thoughts Your words, throwing heat from steamed pots But me with your eyes, thinking it may do a lot You may **** me with your hateful energy, maybe you can But whatever state the world leaves me in I will continue to stand. Does my appeal make you angry? It frequently comes as a surprise I dance as if 50 carat diamonds lie between my two thighs My history might have shame, lost in brutal command But that's then, this is now, so regardless I stand I'm an endless waterfall, unmeasurable in feet The fact I can't hear myself is also funny to me. Since water is a sound that my ears cannot reach. But at least by my wonder to some I can teach. That there is nothing you cannot withstand. So with my my revolutionaries Together. We stand. I stand. To dawn and then back. I stand. Regardless of your wrath. I stand. I am the dream, and in hopes, the hope of the change. I stand and I'll stand. Till a new story's engraved. I stand. To when history is just a story. Not belonging to a man. vi.xx.xii
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In this world full of hurt and pain, I need someone who would help me through the rain. To comfort me when Im sad, Doing everything just to make me glad. In this world I need a Brave Knight, Who would never give up any fight. A knight who would dry away my tears, Helping me to overcome my fears. A knight who loves me for who I am inside, With him there's nothing more I need to hide. A person who will still be standing strong, Eventhough everything has gone wrong. I need someone who is willing to give me more, Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor No love sitting here staring at the closed door, i dont even know what for the thoughts in my head are what make me feel dead, but then i remember its just in my head not what anyones said. the times at school when u look at me like a fool, the hipster that made me take a fall embarressing me infront of all its all you that made me like this, stuck here wondering what life is? round and round the thoughts go, just like the room bellow the drugs are cause of the lack of hugs, while i do it tough i get no love while i feel like im drowning in the noon day sun you are all out just having fun leaving me here to struggle alone my mind blown stuck in this room feeling so small, and you stand up and walk so tall confiendent and strong i just smile and play along fake it til you make it they say well i do everyday! but look where its got me now here alone in this room eating a thing they call a shroom it takes away the pang of the day now its night fall and im not looking as tall i take it out on those i love and blame it on the drug i know the morning will come but it wont be any fun just like any other day i will just lay staring at the room around and listening to every single sound freaking out and affraid feeling betrayed here goes another day wasted and feeling low why dont i say good bye and just fall bellow
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
A Knight In Shinning Amour
In this world full of hurt and pain, I need someone who would help me through the rain. To comfort me when Im sad, Doing everything just to make me glad. In this world I need a Brave Knight, Who would never give up any fight. A knight who would dry away my tears, Helping me to overcome my fears. A knight who loves me for who I am inside, With him there's nothing more I need to hide. A person who will still be standing strong, Eventhough everything has gone wrong. I need someone who is willing to give me more, Someone I can call my Knight In Shining Armor No love sitting here staring at the closed door, i dont even know what for the thoughts in my head are what make me feel dead, but then i remember its just in my head not what anyones said. the times at school when u look at me like a fool, the hipster that made me take a fall embarressing me infront of all its all you that made me like this, stuck here wondering what life is? round and round the thoughts go, just like the room bellow the drugs are cause of the lack of hugs, while i do it tough i get no love while i feel like im drowning in the noon day sun you are all out just having fun leaving me here to struggle alone my mind blown stuck in this room feeling so small, and you stand up and walk so tall confiendent and strong i just smile and play along fake it til you make it they say well i do everyday! but look where its got me now here alone in this room eating a thing they call a shroom it takes away the pang of the day now its night fall and im not looking as tall i take it out on those i love and blame it on the drug i know the morning will come but it wont be any fun just like any other day i will just lay staring at the room around and listening to every single sound freaking out and affraid feeling betrayed here goes another day wasted and feeling low why dont i say good bye and just fall bellow
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so when the waves ask with forceful brunt of physical emotion when the skys shatter with a terential light and booming sound and the grass grows with a grace like a dance reaching towards the light of life ill see the station of my world blooming like a shroom from the strands of energy that penetrate everything
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Birth
he ruined drugs for me the day i met him. i didn't want to love before--I'm not the same person I was; i loved someone who never loved me, who never saw me in any light (i'm still the dark) he ruined **** i loved it now its slow palpitations, turned into waves: i don't feel home at home anymore i'm drunk to myself he ruined hard liquor, made every face seen like his (i love beards now) it's awesome to pretend i've gotten over someone months away free association turns into him--what does he represent? a desire in my subconscious to be at bay; something that may never come i'm not the person i could be when i was happy i was happy. i drink beer and get high to forget the one who gave me my first beer my first tab shroom hard liquor i'll use these means to travel back to you; i don't want this, i don't need this how can i leave these states? i want to float on clouds i mean nothing to something in my thoughts i don't understand i'll drunk text everyone but you the one who'd drunk text me
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
the things you ruined: free association
Shallow grave below I am but here Last breathe taken I shown no fear Reverse my time Twelve minutes before Alive with feeling Night time adore Strangers are a few Poisons around Lines on the mirror Needles abound Tripped by the shroom Melting the phone One hit on the ball Felt all alone Stranded by fault Eyes rolled behind Numb by the notion Chilled and unkind Face down in the dirt One minute to go Life flashed of nothing I am sorry, I am cold
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Twelve Minutes Before
Into the delusion of night, Our minds in the midst Of euphoric delirium, ****** bright Smoke of shroom dust, Upon the loft Ourselves the plant in brain, Implanted within ourselves of cells The invisible cells no longer, As we glow in the rectangular prism Free and breaking through, My mind melts in mush Sphinx statue sits still, In his unChristly  pyramid For a millennium we dilatatur, Swept into a World already left behind *Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum, Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum, Nosmetipsos plantarum in cerebrum Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui Animi futui, Animi futui . . . Animi futui*
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
"Arcanum Plantae"
Eschewing that second thought, let me tell you what I truly sought come, lock me up in your heart you, I've no doubt  is a true despot I don't hold back, life is way too short can't heckle and haggle like an idiot on the planes, see  profligacy of robust water hills are in the reign of wild sun and winds Here ends the vast fields of ripened  rice, where prowl crooked foxes eyeing hens, on the foot hills furious bisons flare nostrils, as you climb,eager leopard smells blood. Love is the  fragrance  that outlives the flower, my trek to the mystic mountain continues where **** and shroom grow tangled  everywhere the trek to the love hill, to strike  gold,is in progress,
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
An ascend to the love mountain
I hide my giant eyes from cartoons From cuties, a grin that of a baboon A flimsy fellow in mighty ferocious words Summon my self-proclaimed ridicule hoards! Never have I ever had a single flaw Struck you with my silver cyber claw My dreams of growth with a single shroom All trapped inside my dark veiled room Why, if it isn't Kurinar Adored by one and all Tough claim, tough claim that's not for me, that concrete tangible platinum call I lost my case pleading for white space To a noodler for a mother and her husband with a cold shoulder And sister with doe a deer, horns and posthaste feet and a bunny-rabbit for a face This hunger grew into a grief To the deaths it pulled me right to the grave This once brave heart now succumb to unbelief Why, if it isn't--it isn't myself anymore Now behold! Before you, force-polished, self-blessed floors of pure imitation gold A freshly-baked sugarcoat matched with my favored wasabi berry float All on a table set before what seems to be too unfair welcomed by a cool breeze but stabbed by a sizzling stake at your rear. Why, if it isn't Kurinar Son of the sweeper superstar Why, pity to this horrible lad Destroyed then forced into a wheat facade.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Why, if it isn't Kurinar!
Sleeping Lullabies of thunder and gore On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight, Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom.   That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows. Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades. But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms, I felt your touch by mangroves and pines. You come again to lull me to slumber Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers. Take me with your silent coos and moos. Light my dirge and moan for moons. Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros. Send my greetings to the land of doon. I am en route, already my beau
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Ode to the Monsoon' ****** Night
I'm Happy See, Doing Some Things, All Which I Love, Focused On Me, Krav Maga, Lot's Of Poetry, Street Routine Super Mean, Smooth Moves Clean, No Karate Class, No Gi, Just You And Me, Karate Fast, I Will Never Be The He That Shot His *** I Don't Like Sirens , Truamtize From Sirensn, All That Violence, I Will Silence That, Hit First Hit Last, Soulution Execution, Problems In The Past, Percieve Accordingly, Peep The Facts, Knowledgeable, Notice My Flow, Vocab Though So Rad, My Soul Is Magik, Heart So Sad, I Feel The Pain, Hey Happiness I Show That, An Oath Is A Promise, I Know That , So What Is Unspoke And Unseen, I Must Not Scream Or Proceed To Show That, I Shroom On Long Weeks, Peaking On Gold Caps, Sit In A Rose Bath, Exotic Gypsy Doll So Bad, Affection Deep, Passionate Sexin, We Hold Hands, In The Room Naked, We Anxious, Both Slow Dance, I Feel So Alone , And Ya Know, **** I Suffer Silent, Secretley Dying Ya Know And, I'm Gonna Change The World Cos We Both Can't, Peace To My Enimies, I Don't Have Beef, Not Time To Eat With Close Frienimes, I'm Leaving A Very Deep Intriguing Legacy, Remember Please
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Peep IT
You heard of that drug? That drug they call Love. Na it ain't a pill or liquid on paper. Na it ain't a shroom or leaf. Na na na. It ain't something you consume. It consumes you. No one knows how it happens, All that anyone can agree on is You ain't got control of it. It just happens. ~~~~~~ Ya. You know what drug I'm talking about. Well man... I'm pretty sure its consumed me.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
That Drug Called Love
I feel exotic when I'm with you. A rare thing. The contrast of my skin on yours. Your sweat seeping into my pores. The differences in culture. People whispering about us. Sitting with me at the back of the bus. The passionate *** that feels so wrong. Stretching and moaning. Strokes become long. How deep will you go? A shroom penetrates A yelp turned to whimpers Our bodies turn desolate. We will never be accepted. We will always be rejected. So put on your fine suit, and kiss your forbidden fruit Good bye.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Forbidden Fruit
Alice entered wonderland and was amazed by what she saw kaleidoscopes of wonder behind every single door The characters she met there were often mad and fast and lazy big and small, cats and hats weird and sometimes crazy But the one that should be feared the most was the spaced out caterpillar upon his magic mushroom thinking he's a lady killer Offering his bits of 'shroom to all the little girls hoping they would take a bite then for him do pretty twirls But really he's deluded his reality insane questions in place of answers so you keep playing his game He knows nothing of the real world he's aloof and cynical by his self appointed grandeur upon his own high pinnacle He knew of nothing real only imagined in his mind his words mostly unpleasant ungracious and unkind Often passive then aggressive shouting nonsense to the air As he burst right into flames But by then she didn't care So Alice not to be deterred began to grow much bigger then stomped the ever loving **** out of that ****** up caterpillar He'll never be butterfly nor a bug of any kind only a husk of skin upon her shoe Popped out of his ever loving mind.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
Alice