High
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Down by the lake in the morningwet grass between my toeswearing nothing but my overallsthe sun was colored rose.
I can still feel the needle peirce my skin
Taste the glass stem between my lips
I can still feel the white girl flowing into my veins
My body going numb, between my ears hearing the train
breeze like soft hands brushing hair out of my eyes
dandelion seeds float through the sun-bathed sky light as feathers
soft earth below my feet is humble and grounding
I roll a blunt and sink deep in my thoughts. I smoke a blunt until I get rid of all of my thoughts. Clouds of smoke then I feel nothing at all.
I thought I came very far
Until I met you
I thought I rose very high
Until I met you
At first I had no fear
But I turned into a horrible person
Anyone can fall once
I can't give up now
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I took a drag
and hid behind the rush it gave
because when you're high life can't be bad
I pushed the pain aside
and let the smoke take me with it
while locking my fears inside
We were young and I was so high and I’m so sorry.
I was always so high.
I am always so sorry.
I have so much anger.
I have so much blame, so much doubt, and so much shame.
I drown in malevolent actions, while I dwell on past interactions.
I may ride on golden chariots but I always wonder if life is worth it.
We had a connection
A connection that would not be cut down
Not even for the life of me.
A week went by and you questioned why it was you
I just thought you were pretty cute
I look myself in the mirror and I see a "tall lonely depressed girl."
Well, not really.
My friends see that.
They don't see all of the struggles that I go through.
As I turned the corner,
there stood a man,
aided by his friend,
a drunk as drunk gets.
He couldn't walk.
He couldn't talk.
He coudn't think.
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth
by limbs too weighed down by darkness.
I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air.
The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Knowing what I know now, I wish I could start over
I hope this does not carryover
This stress is slowly killing me
It's only a matter till I'm finally free
High school is not all football and dance
Right now I feel like life is in a pickle.
I just ate my last pop sickle.
That is right, I don't have a single Otter Pop left to my name.
Nobody will understand my pain.
I cannot settle my craving with an ice cube.
The feeling of withdrawal kicksin and I'm desperate for a good high.The best selection is the company ofmy dad because it hits quick.
High five
high mind
Do I write?
or do I type?
Higher than the sky
my wings will burn
I will d i s p e r s e
like ashes
into the
It’s so hazy in my head.
I don’t even care about my daily bread.
With you in my arm I am ahead.
As long as I get my hit,
I don’t care if for a year I don’t eat.
It erases my problems in a second.
I could live without,
but I don't want to.
I couldn't start my day right,
and my nights wouldn't be the same.
The heat wouldn't run through my veins,
not through me at all.
Life would drag,
They say you do it and everything just starts to fade, you open up your eyes and your problems just seem to go away, like how can you be high & still feel low, & if getting high makes my problems go away I dont have enough to make problem
Stayed up and studied all night, third week in a row.
Patiently waiting for my test grade, athough i already know.
Straigth A student since grade school, Nobody's better than me
When day becomes night
What's wrong becomes right
Sin has no shame
All wounds loose their pain
The night of the wild
Their howls to the sky
Forgetting the day
an unreachable high
drive with me
five myth flea
take that key
bake in the drivers seat
temptation and pure refresher
cremation and peer pressure
party all night
sleep all day
Living in todays' and not tomorrows satisfaction
Those choices turn to bad habits
It's just a matter of time before they reign havoc
The air is tainted, it was never pure
The temple is broken, the walls are torn
I'm breathing in
And I'm already addicted again
Your love is a drug
I inhaled
But now I'm breathing,
Hard off of your love
People notice the past me again
Breathing.Waking up late because IStayed up late.I wasDrinking.He wasAngry.Now I’mTexting.No answer.Texting.No answer.Texting.
Dearest school,
I say farewell,
May you rot in your man-made hell,
You may have provided, given and taked,
But the sorrow and pain you cause me will never be forgave,
You ate out my heart,
Caused my body to quake,
I don't own a lot of things
all i have are these set of strings
i played my way through the southern streams
It’s never vocalized or stated clearly, but it exists – that is, in theory
A shadow cast by parents, teachers, peers, and more
Labeled “Academically-inclined”; to an automatic clique assigned
Once a hobby, now a chore
He walks with
his leather jacket slumped over
his shoulders
and his violet backpack
swinging violently
from
his shoulders.
His mouth is
a motor,
Expectations,Standards,Deadlines,All wished to be met.Plethora of worksheets,Tests, Books,All meant to complete.
Education,Socialization,come together as one.
there is an epidemic of thought thata master's degreedefines how much youcare and what i amas a being
I Made It
High school graduation, 4 years just to see the day
Never been to jail, no kids, most of my peers can’t relate
As a young black male they say we won’t succeed
I remember the things i would do just to get high.
A trade here, a borrow here, an i owe you one to its for something important.
Just to get high.
Meeting strangers, sex for drugs, drugs for sex.
Just to get high.
High school is over.
Spread your wings and discover
What your life could be.
I have an addiction
My fix being these words
That I scribble
For any and all to see
My fix is not injected
Nor smoked,
For my instrument of intoxication
Is
My
Pen
High.
High up I look down and see.
Really see.
See everything.
I feel so separate.
I am no longer a part of that.
Any of that.
I like it.
I love it.
I get to see.
My doctor told me that I'm too high
Soaring in the Sky
Need to fall back down to earth
Shit that hurt
So he said we need to increase your dosage
3 doses, 1 plus 2
Shit that made me mad at you
