Collage Poem: I'm high

[angry nomad]

(This collage is a poem taken from the threads here. I mushed them all into a poem. Typos included)


the battery died and we laughed our asses off
and we were both still hearing music.

Iâ??m high

the grass around me got like lime green and glowed
and got yellow and stuff, it was outlines by white,
everything was really bright and sharp as hell and weird colors.

and i looked at my hand and it was shiny
like a gold-silver-blue color mixed.

I was having closed eye visuals
(fractals exploding into my closed-eye vision
and expanding into more and deeper fractals),
and auditory halucinations
(everywhere I walked, I heard slight radio static
and voices like the radio static was tuning in).

i saw this terrible high school garage band...
but it was my 3rd time smoking,
so i thought they were all trolls
and i thought they were the best band ever..

o yea and i have seen one of my buddies faces melt into wax

I remember once I was staring at my mates face
and it kind of morphed and he looked like a dog

it had a face carved upon it-
as my friend was handing the pipe to me
the face on the bowl grinned at me

he was seeing neon gingerbread men
speeding down the beach torwards him

I sometimes hear things..
Like people yelling, and I get scared and hide my bowl lmao.

When I closed my eyes,
it was like there was a vivid television screen
on the back of my eyelids.
At some points, I had full control over what I was visualizing,
and at other times, it was like the memories from the previous day
were a movie playing in fast forward,
like I was "seeing" my subconscious.

The lights were off,
we were just chillin in there listening to music,
and my friend was transparent, with purple rivers as his arms,
and blue electric waves splashing through him.

He gave me a high five and his hand just went out forever
and just kept on growing.

when we went downstairs to raid his freidge, as we left and came upstairs,
the fucking ghost of his refrigerator came out and followed us upstairs
like he was a fucking ghost or somthing and we were pacman.

I actually had to stop functioning physically
because my consciousness was floating a few feet above my body
and coming in and out constantly.
it was shooting me into some other dimension for a minute or two, in spurts.
It was like a quick flash into a swirling vortex outside of my body

there was some kind of creeping darkness in front of us,
also there was what looked like a guy in a black track suit at the end of the back lanes pointin at us
and shaking his head side to side

my vision tilted completly
and it seemed as if a blue river was running through my vision.
I could hear all those creepy ass sounds that you hear on the tape in the ring

when i went back to school i could have sworn i was in the ghetto.....
and then one of my friends lit a lighter and a ball of flame shot up
and looked like it hit an imaginary wall or somthing
then the flame rippled like when water hits a puddle or sumthing...
it was fuckin awesome!!!

yea when i get high before bed i lay there in the dark and i ahve theses little glow
in teh dark flower thingys above my bed i look at them for a second then close my eyes and they are all like moving around inside my eyes ya know... its really cool

I hallucinated an evil imp hiding in a tree once.
It felt like he was looking straight into my black heart.
Really fucking weird.

The nice part was that I could, during subsequent hallucinations,
control my anxiety to the point where I could study the images
and start to memorize the pattern.
It was kind of beautiful.
I came up with this theory that each one of those images
was my first recognition of something about the world that is important to me (
one is a picture of my childhood home, one a four of spades,
another my sister's face,
and one was this sweet old blue chair
I had as a kid that looked like a crayola crayon and could be opened up
and used as storage...
there were a lot more but I don't remember them).
Everything that I've encountered later in life falls into one of those categories.

i have no fuckin idea what i just wrote. peace

angry nomad Reviewed by angry nomad on 08-30-2007. Collage Poem: I'm high (This collage is a poem taken from the threads here. I mushed them all into a poem. Typos included) the battery died and we laughed our asses off and we were both still hearing music. Iâ??m high the grass around me got like lime green and glowed and got yellow and stuff, it was outlines by white, Rating: 5

[savagepossum]

its cannabis not lsd

[angry nomad]

its cannabis not lsd

and i love it.

"Don't hate because you don't hallucinate. Smoke more!"