Poem about a vision of a bar on a beach that is so real, I’m almost convinced it’s either a real place or I have been there in a past life.
I journaled about Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon two years ago after a solo mushroom trip
” I have any idea” Justin smiled. ” How about we all cuddle in the same bed together?” he proposed.
This sight made snaking through the crowd on mushrooms particularly tricky because I wasn’t entirely sure if the mushrooms were making me see Aphex Twin’s face on fans or if they were really wearing the masks.
“Mushrooms huh? You have anymore?” Lindsay asked ” yeah, I have a whole baggie full” Justin answered. ” Well I guess that makes you our new best friend” Lindsay declared as we both took him by the arm and skipped off towards the entrance of the building.
Poem based off the nasty attitudes I observed from white supremacists
My mom was and is never one to reason with anyone when she’s upset. First will come the physical violence and destruction then the questioning. She is the jury and she is the judge and her justice is swift and unmerciful for whoever crosses her.
Walking way from an argument that you could’ve won
Topless, I strolled into the store and heated myself up a bean burrito.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of her screaming. She went from last remembering being in the club dancing to waking up in a strange room