a few peoms written by me under the influence of weed

[jewstinian]

i really only write poetry when i'm stoned. here are a few of the "better" ones.

guess what this is about...

Oh keen keeper of time,
Your strap
As black as the empty space
Inside my head,
Hugging the wrist
Everyone needs to be hugged,
One dozen white symbols
Magnified slightly
By liquefied sand,
Three relentless hands
Charged with light
Luminous while the sun sleeps,
Tick-tock
Tick-tock.


this one is just me putting my stoned thoughts onto paper

Not everything can be explained
Where did we come from?
A simple question
An impossible answer
Speculation
God created us of course
We evolved from lesser matter
We spawned from alien life forms,

Is there really a higher being?
I cannot disprove
Whilst you cannot prove
Seems we are at an impasse
No
Isn't it ridiculous to think
A man floating in the sky
Created everything we know?

Where did he come from?
It just seems improbable
That a mysterious being
Materialized from nothing
Created everything
Including life as we know it,

Where did the universe come from?
A question with no answer
THE question
How did it start?
More speculation
Math and science
Religion and God
None can fully answer
Maybe the truth is not meant
For human ears,

Maybe life is just a game
Try and score the most points
Then you gain a level or two
Moving on up the chain
What's at the top?

The question will drive me insane
I cannot stop pondering
Stop thinking about it
Stop thinking about it
It is an endless void of confusion.


uhm, yeah...

mind in a state of malfunction
abstract thoughts fail to take shape
dumbly staring at bare walls
thinking only makes the haze more thick and less navigable
for the mind is not equipped with fog lights
back round music fades into silence
the electric interstate during rush hour
tiny charged signals crashing into one another
memories dissolve
incoherent thoughts run rampant
like a garden conquered by weeds…


this one is about one of my favorite beverages

Amber hues
Condensation runs
d
o
w
n
formed glass
Bubbles rush to freedom
Fizzle and foam.

this one is about a trip of misfortune to a radiohead concert (it still pisses me off to this day)

Car port with five companions
Sack of organic paraphernalia
Box of chocolate and vanilla cookies
Cooler full of assorted beverages
Preparation for the trip of a lifetime
On route headed east
Front seat passenger
Prepared festivities in hand blown glass
Vehicle reeked like an outdoor rock concert
Billows of smoke exited the sun roof
All passengers amongst the clouds
Every hour on the hour
Like clockwork
Staring directly ahead
The driver drove dumbly for hours
Time slipped away
The sun grew tired
Prepared for nights rest
Lost in darkness
Irate and tired
Group consensus: return home
Mission: failed.

this one is me thinking about the human body and how truly amazing it is

Hurried thoughts,
rushing through electrical
pathways of brain tissue,
pulsating to the rhythm of
a relentlessly beating heart,
circulating life sustaining
nutrient filled liquid,
we are machines,
living
breathing
machines,
oil pumps through veins,
most advanced on-board
computer known,
dual exhaust,
hydraulic pumps
compressing and decompressing,
sophisticated internal defense,
complex and functional
a truly amazing piece of machinery.


and this one about my trip to auschwitz

You walk through the giant
Mouth-shaped front gate
A single train-track leads into
This terrible place
Miles of unforgiving barbed wire fencing
Once charged with death-giving volts
Cruel dirt roads lead to cruel wooden barracks
One dormitory housed many
Too many
Insufficient bunks once filled with hay
How was someone supposed to survive?
You walk to the incinerator
The stench of burned flesh and wood
Lingers in the rotten air
Many entered and few escaped
This awful place
You walk through the ghetto
Rooms full of human hair,
Rooms full of human shoes,
Rooms full of human clothes,
Work for freedom.


criticism welcome...

enjoy

[Caro]

Amazing. I really admire your work!

Oh shit, smart and cute.

I enjoyed the one about the watch.... just brilliant. Especially this part.

One dozen white symbols
Magnified slightly
By liquefied sand

I didn't know what it was until I read that part, but I just thought this was such a good poem, because it uses elevated language to describe an ordinary object...anyway yeah. It's publishable.

The other one that really stuck out to me was the road trip one. And the questioning of origins. Wonderfully captured!

I'm sure I'll read these again.


Do you have any more?

[jewstinian]

uhm, let me see... hold on. i was going to go to class, but i'm having too much fun smoking and posting here (and studying for my german test which is later today).

here goes...

i'll try and let you figure them out, its more fun that way, right?

Tried crossing the street
Amongst the hurried traffic
You rushed in and rescued
Angered at the incompetence
Beating ensues
Confused, sore
Tears flow down like waterfalls
Misunderstood your concern

Conceived child close to death
Must save, must protect
Why does he cry so
His existence at my expense
Yet he refuses my hand
Maybe one day he'll understand
The intensity of my love
I would die for you

Her powerful voice blaring
Why does she vociferate
The beating made hard to walk
Red flows in to overtake white
The precise imprint of a hand
The pain of sitting down
Anger boils inside
Like a red hot meteor
Surging through the atmosphere
Incinerating all that is near

Wait.
The realization of my love
Abruptly stricken by recognition
Abhorred to exalted
If you were consumed by predicament
I'd support you
If you were surrounded by crisis
I'd swoop in and save you.


ok this one there isn't much mystery to, its just me being high and writing random shit down.

State of mind
Peaceful and relaxed
Accomplished yet disappointed
Why oh why
Why do individuals achieve
Why do I not
Lack of self drive?
No
Lack of interest?
That's the ticket
Apparently I cannot see
Certain idiosyncrasies
Nearly adult yet still so naive
Antidisestablishmentarianism
How observant of me
I can see through your
Thick carapace of lies
Just a small piece of lingerie to me
Maybe not so naive after all
Maybe just too self conscious
Ever thinking
Ever observing.

*******

chemical filled cylinder
sparks ignite fumes
rapid oxidation
inhale
toxins burn
oxygen starved
cells shriek
exhale
cloud of dead matter

************

Creeping silently
through tall grass
cold morning air
burns the lungs
with every breath
sense of being watched
must not make a sound
carefully
precisely
every step
must not make a sound,

Perched in an old oak tree
weapon clenched to breast
watching intently
for any signs of life
the unmistakable sound
of a cocking gun
everything ready
except the prey,

Shit
time running out
one chance of survival
must run, on three
one
two
three
feet dig into cold soil
adrenaline pumps
sprint for survival

In an instant
a shot
a hit
the dying man lies still
in tall grass
pain slips away
thoughts of life
a bright light
one last breath.

***************


Jagged old experienced
Scarred broken beautiful
Aged colorless cracked
Alluring wise unfinished
Mature fragile truthful
Irregular novel solitary
Disfigured ancient faded
Fascinating crude rugged
Honest settled delicate



<sarcasm> this one is a tough one to figure out </sarcasm>

Waiting at your door
Why aren't you here?
Out parading
Around town
Without my company?
At work
Struggling to finish up?
You can call,
Are you at a friends
Discussing politics and purses?
Why didn’t you invite?
Are you merely avoiding?
Why not break it off,
Tired of the games
Why cant you be truthful
It's driving me insane.



this one has some juvenille language, but i think it adds to the mood of the poem.

Take down your façade
Be your self for once,
We know you're not a badass
It's quite obvious,
We know you care
About things you shrug off
Why do you do this?
We know you're a good person
Yet you act like an asshole,
It's not necessary to try
To impress everyone,
Take off your mask
This isn’t a costume party,
Almost twenty years old,
Isn't it time to mature?
You cant hold a job because
You find stupid, insignificant
Reasons to quit,
You piss me off to no end
Yet I remain your friend,
I can see the true you
I know it will show itself
Sooner than later
One can only hope.



i think she likes it, mikey

[MOT]

That one about Auschwitz man was awesome. Ive read loads of poetry from the holocaust, mostly family stuff though. That was really well written not harsh on the ear but stil describing something horrific. Nice piece.

[MC NiZ-R]

ur work is really good , anyways i dig the one about the questions because i always think of that man~