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"When its night time, in your head"
The skies are cracking up.
Grass of burning green.
Snakes with saddles, and hay rides.
White ponys chase white rabbits.
My footsteps color the ground of acid rock.
The sounds of bees on helium.
Kids of red eyes, and sweaty palms.
blowing smoke rings, and french inhales.
Find the the place of the questioning catapillars,
The place of nervous rabbits, slender giants.
Roads of veinish hue.
Laughs of twisted grins.
We are rolling high, and riding low.
We are strung out dry, needles cold.
This is the place of escape.
The candy stings, and trips of balls.
We run to chase wild dreams, and dangerous futures.
Its time to go.
To much, is not good.
Next week i stay alittle longer.
Authors note: I have been wanting to write this for a long time. i have had this image in my head, drugs becoming actual things. A walk down the world of cartoonish life. It just came to me, i wanted to express it in words. I like this poem, alot. i mean ALOT!
tell me what you think
The skies are cracking up.
Grass of burning green.
Snakes with saddles, and hay rides.
White ponys chase white rabbits.
My footsteps color the ground of acid rock.
The sounds of bees on helium.
Kids of red eyes, and sweaty palms.
blowing smoke rings, and french inhales.
Find the the place of the questioning catapillars,
The place of nervous rabbits, slender giants.
Roads of veinish hue.
Laughs of twisted grins.
We are rolling high, and riding low.
We are strung out dry, needles cold.
This is the place of escape.
The candy stings, and trips of balls.
We run to chase wild dreams, and dangerous futures.
Its time to go.
To much, is not good.
Next week i stay alittle longer.
Authors note: I have been wanting to write this for a long time. i have had this image in my head, drugs becoming actual things. A walk down the world of cartoonish life. It just came to me, i wanted to express it in words. I like this poem, alot. i mean ALOT!
tell me what you think