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Array ( [sid] => 148588 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Pot [time] => 2009-03-19 11:41:51 [hometext] => *Inspired my a Dave Matthews Band song* I smoked pot for the first time in my life this past weekend, and I must tell you...it's pointless and really boring. [bodytext] => I see my head as a cage and I'm stuck inside
I'm weaving through all the obsticles most of the time
There's a problem with my head, I can't make a connection
A little help's all I need, someone please give me direction.

Just sit still and listen to the words I am saying
If you'd prefur, you can listen to what the band's playing
Wordplay's my drug, makes me numb, lets me say how I'm feeling
Others turn to marijuana thinking it helps the healing

Read the weed, the redness of their eyes

Pot is good for just one thing, and that's teaching kids metrics,
And some of those kid turn to selling it, because they are desprate
If you ask me for a hit, than you must be crazy
Just take a puff of your stuff and get yourself hazy

Alls you do is sit and watch T.V.

Sometime, I find it easy to be myself.
And sometimes, I find it a battle to be somebody else. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 361 [topic] => 66 [informant] => HERO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 34 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
Pot

Contributed by HERO on Thursday, 19th March 2009 @ 11:41:51 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



I see my head as a cage and I'm stuck inside
I'm weaving through all the obsticles most of the time
There's a problem with my head, I can't make a connection
A little help's all I need, someone please give me direction.

Just sit still and listen to the words I am saying
If you'd prefur, you can listen to what the band's playing
Wordplay's my drug, makes me numb, lets me say how I'm feeling
Others turn to marijuana thinking it helps the healing

Read the weed, the redness of their eyes

Pot is good for just one thing, and that's teaching kids metrics,
And some of those kid turn to selling it, because they are desprate
If you ask me for a hit, than you must be crazy
Just take a puff of your stuff and get yourself hazy

Alls you do is sit and watch T.V.

Sometime, I find it easy to be myself.
And sometimes, I find it a battle to be somebody else.




Copyright © HERO ... [ 2009-03-19 11:41:51]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by leopardpie on Thursday, 19th March 2009 @ 12:07:50 PM AEST
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nothing wrong with Pot but good poem


Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 19th March 2009 @ 04:40:47 PM AEST
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I don't do it anymore but I suppose, as some would say, it's a drug of choice, just like any drug (which includes alcohol in my opinion). I also think it should be legal and they could tax the hell out of it!

Anywho, that's my editorial.

As for the poem, I really like it. You've made a very strong and real statement... just be yourself. Be strong. Some could learn a lot from that type attitude. Nicely done.

Those last two lines? Great!!!!!!

Take care and thank you for an enjoyable read.

Tim


Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 19th March 2009 @ 08:03:59 PM AEST
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Very unique poem. It goes from confusion
to being the real you. Your message is
very clear using bold words.

Mike


Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 19th March 2009 @ 09:13:54 PM AEST
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Good write, it says a lot in this poem.
I do not smoke pot and when I tried it I didn't care for it much it made me sit around and be stupid LOL.

I do agree with Tim though it should be made legal, that way if it were the crime and dealers would be put to sleep lol.... Anyway The end is so solid and a great message, yes indeed be you.

Hugs
Michelle


Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 20th March 2009 @ 11:19:50 AM AEST
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The neighbor upstairs & friends have been smoking for 2 days straight.I wish that they wouldn't as her floor is my ceiling and they are like Hendrix:

"Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Don't know if its day or night
You got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time? "


Re: Pot (User Rating: 1 )
by razorbladekisses on Saturday, 18th April 2009 @ 11:16:17 AM AEST
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nice work





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