Sweetness
10-29-2007, 10:28 PM
I was just digging through some of my old stuff and I ran across something that I wrote a few years ago. Its short and pretty cool. Is there anyone else that has anything they have written that you would want to share? I think it would be interesting.
Here is what I have - I named it Bad Trips
Pass it around until it hits the spot. Laughing, hysterical, then stop- you feel your brain rot. What happened? Feels all wrong. Run. What happened to the bong? Cant get out, now your trapped feeling strapped-down. The doors of the house are locked, feel the trip hit, you thought youd smile. Just frown. Frantic. Try to get out -fingers under the crack in the door. Lift. Take a peek. A little monster is all you see, why wont it let you free? Stab! through your finger. Jump up, go to the next door. Forget your cup full of poison. Peep through the key hole, another nightmare. Friends around light up another bowl as you keep staring through the tiny hole. You see a little person, as small as an apple-drinking a snapple in a one man band. He waits. Watches. Guarding the exit. Bad vibes as your whole body flexes. Uncontrolable. No one sees what you feel. No one. Sees. At all. You start to fall! Nothing you can do just stall, crawl into a ball. Friends laugh, knowing what you have taken. They all think you are faking. They tell you have no worries. You see snow flurries with eyes closed. Then you are gone. Wake up! scream! Was it all a dream?
Here is what I have - I named it Bad Trips
Pass it around until it hits the spot. Laughing, hysterical, then stop- you feel your brain rot. What happened? Feels all wrong. Run. What happened to the bong? Cant get out, now your trapped feeling strapped-down. The doors of the house are locked, feel the trip hit, you thought youd smile. Just frown. Frantic. Try to get out -fingers under the crack in the door. Lift. Take a peek. A little monster is all you see, why wont it let you free? Stab! through your finger. Jump up, go to the next door. Forget your cup full of poison. Peep through the key hole, another nightmare. Friends around light up another bowl as you keep staring through the tiny hole. You see a little person, as small as an apple-drinking a snapple in a one man band. He waits. Watches. Guarding the exit. Bad vibes as your whole body flexes. Uncontrolable. No one sees what you feel. No one. Sees. At all. You start to fall! Nothing you can do just stall, crawl into a ball. Friends laugh, knowing what you have taken. They all think you are faking. They tell you have no worries. You see snow flurries with eyes closed. Then you are gone. Wake up! scream! Was it all a dream?