I'm smoking reefer
beneath a dark sky.
Breathe in the smoke,
the weed helps me cope.
The reason I'm tweaking
is deep in my eyes.
I rise past the stars
In the darkest of skies.
This treasonous leaf!
It's reprieve is so brief.
De-elevation;
Creation's cremation.
Psychedelic elation,
Mind medication.
Euphoric affliction:
Cyclical sickness.
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Herban Poetry II
PoetryThe second installation in my not-so-small but still evergrowing collection of original poetry. Coming from you from the mind of a 19 (soon to be 20-year old, now) pothead. This is home to a large range of feelings, emotions, questions, parables, me...
