Tripping

[jacobo]

Slipping tripping, mind is ripping,
Colors are tearing
Sanity is gripping
Whirling twirling, reality is swirling
Soul is leaving
Body is curling
In the corner, by itself
Withering, slithering, writhing, thriving
Becoming one with the ground
Glancing around, nothing is found
My heart is beating, I feel it in my brain
Pulsating, creating, devastating
Reflections in the mirror
My skin slowly dissipating
Melting off my bones, leaving behind a void
Alone, alone, alone
These very words echo throughout my hollow being
In rhythmic rhyme with my heart
Tearing myself slowly apart.

-unknown

[Lowercase Society]

drugs? :o


Blessed is she who clearly sees the wood for the trees.
To obtain a ‘bird’s eye’ is to turn a blizzard into a breeze.[/b]

[Lomebririon]

That's some pretty heavy stuff :shock: . But it's cool. :)

[jacobo]

yea someone wrote this while they were stoned, thats all i know. the site is down for upgrades over the new year.

[will.i.am]

Deep...

[hilow]

good poem. reminds me of my young and experimenting days.

[Lowercase Society]

Welcome hilow! :banana:


There is a fist pressing against
Anyone who thinks something compelling.
Our intuit were taught to deny, and our soul were told is for selling
[/b]

[hilow]

thanks LC.

[Philosophacles]

sounds painful...

[Serinanth]

reminds me of when I was alone the first time on shrooms...

[Mercubio]

Tripping is my favorite activity. Well, sex WHILE tripping is my favorite but whatever =P

[dingleberry12286]

It's a terrific poem. Sounds like they were on mushrooms.