any1 ever sat there naked and stared into the abyss lookin from the keyhole of time

i sit here

i sit there

i sit naked

please dont dispare

i say no

i say yes

but i always do whast best

ive shit my pants before

but now im stain free

i like to get high i chose to smoke a tree

and now

well now i sit here in my cell

wishin to be free...


BOO! HAHAHA :D
ISIT A BIRD? NO. A PLANE? HRRMM NA. OMG ITS ............

Yes.

LOL NOW THATS A DEEP POEM

ANY1 ELSE WANAN SHAREEEEEEEEE

robert42, whatever your on can i have some?

im on life man im high of life.

REMEMBER REMEMBER THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER...........

we will my friend. We will

plse put your clothes back on

unedited-

My mind is bullshit i'nm against spacing we are against...
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At you donâ??t r turn back to thes
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-----------**********************you know what I mean

"A night bird is following you, is following you. A night bird is following you all of the time." That's what song was playing when I read this thread and realized didn't know wtf was going on here but I'm too stoned to care. :)

after an intense salvia tripp i was inspired to write about it, but i just couldnt put it into words because it was something not of this world. i tried making a poem to give a vague description of it...tell me what you think:
something is present
a giant void in life
a gaping hole in reality
stretching farther and farther.
when all is consumed
will reality end?
what is reality?
simply a state of mind.
earth will be enveloped
by a state of mind
and the hole will keep stretching.
the world becomes darker
but through the darkness a tingling light shines,
and flows from it acceptance of no more
reality, what is real?
colors? shapes? emotions?
all states of mind.
all can be overcome
by this widening gapwrapping itself around
the lifeless form of reality
like a hungry amoeba.
as humans, in this
winding, curving cycle
realize your eventuality
make life a reality
to yourself.
to all else i am a picture.
a simple name linked to a face,
a body,
a petsonality.
stored in the proteins of the mind and the machine.
we are fragments of time,
and our building blocks of life will collapse
like the great aztec empire.
the spears and swords
of our minds may fight,
but the tear in our cycle
will destroy our minds
destroying our reality.