Help
24 June, 2004
Author: Ben Franklin
My mind is blurred,
i never knew plants could be so evil.
I smoke expecting relief,
but you make my mind not believe.
My imagination and creativity go straight out the window
and i cant seem to find them,
it must of been a long throw.
I lasted a month one time,
and all my priorities stood up in a long line,
but know ive gone and knocked them
down again!
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meridian (152.163.253.8) -- Thursday, July 1 2004, 05:33 pm When someone is addicted, to something, it's hard to let go... Whether, it's drugs, alcohol, or even POETRY..... (hahaha).... But, if it's forbidden, think about the outcome, Hushy, how it can mess up your lungs, and so forth..... Wonderfully written though! Smiles, Meridian |
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