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With the weed, the thought begins, the thought is great, but the thought soon passes, as quickly as the billy.
What was that thing in my head? It's gone. Like my addiction.
I feel lost in two worlds, memories arise under the influence, but only. without it new thoughts come, but the old ones, the stoned ones, are long gone.
A balance is needed, nows not the time, one day.
Jungle Juice.
t was much murkier than we had anticipated; it left the taste of grime on your palate
For hours nothing but profound confusion, pulled out of the internal noise, one thought;
We must up the dosage!
Alone time was needed, a moment to piece together the spontaneous ideas flowing so fluently
It was now taking a turn, the thought, displaying itself to me in indescribable beauty
Time to share, I burst back with intense enthusiasm, "It all makes sense!"
The iridescent geometric patterns were becoming too dense, my mind uneasy
Through the fog, I hear whispers; one word loops itself over, sleep
I stumble, confused, to where I instinctively know, I must rest my head
Closing my eyes, my senses dissipate, more whispers, more inconceivable ideas…
It's one thing to call my personality stupid, but quite another to have a dig at my creative output. Your poetry ****ing sucks, seriously it's bland. Your acrostic poem is terrible, putting bold letters in half way through a word doesn't really make it acrostic.
What's wrong with free verse? Pretty much all the poetry I've read is free verse. What's wrong with writing from experience?
It's one thing to call my personality stupid, but quite another to have a dig at my creative output. Your poetry ****ing sucks, seriously it's bland. Your acrostic poem is terrible, putting bold letters in half way through a word doesn't really make it acrostic.
And for that, I appologize. I know it is, it truly is just some stuff I wrote for my brother.
What's wrong with free verse? Pretty much all the poetry I've read is free verse. What's wrong with writing from experience?
Nothing, nothing at all. I think that free verse is awesome, I just think that not ALL poetry needs to be so.
Nothing is wrong with writing from experiance, either. I just think that it all being about drugs doesn't show a creative output. I get the fact, but why not anything else? Or does your life only evolve around drugs?
Not all my poetry is about experience of drugs, I've only posted two pieces. Here's something else I've done, it's slightly bland as this is a piece I had to submit for school.
Summer
The putrid stench of bare feet frying on the city sidewalk
A man wearing a sombrero, slumped on the ground, next to the park bench
Air conditioned shops and cafes filled like sardine cans
A fire engine zooms past, sirens blaring, not a cat up a tree this time
Half naked girls sun baking, sweat pouring from their reddened skin
Homeless people huddled under the shade of a power poll, sipping lukewarm longnecks
Arms spontaneously swatting at the air, still the flies persist
The local bottle shop’s ice all gone, the fridges empty
I dont see the problem in writing in free verse, i think the bold letters help us to see the word and i have no problem about the drug poems
I think your talented and have the potential to write bigger, small is good but i reckon with the potential talent you have you can write a big poem, set yourself the goal and do it
Dance like nobodys watching! 
I wonder if vegetarians eat animal crackers?
Chuffed
