"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
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
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.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
"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.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
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
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
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'
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
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.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
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.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
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.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
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
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
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
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
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
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
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
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
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*
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
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,
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
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.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
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
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
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
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
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.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
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.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
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.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC