[karatestereo]

Is this the proper forum in which to start a "writings and poetry" thread, as in works produced under the influence of or inspired by the use of MMJ? I know we have a gallery for displaying visual forms of art, but do we have one for other forms like poetry, novella, script, verse, etc?

To medicate within the flower
to meditate for a whole hour
joys and blessing- we are pain free
may this gift pass on to thee

you know, little snippets like that and lengthy sobriquets espousing the joys (and sometimes pitfalls) of the medication we use.

???

[Kita]

To crystal gaze on my parade
daze parade cascade
down shard cafe
prey my body upon
the touch of strangers
flee i seek comfort touch
from sky abound---
kita

[KushMeister]

There was a man from Mendocino
Whose sea of green, was a really good Pheno
People came bearing cash
Seeking good bud and hash
Till he got raided by the DEA, and now the only dealing he does, is at the tables in Reno

(Sorry for that sick last line, but I couldn't work out anything else and make it rhyme )

[mystik]

MY ROOM

This room was once so beautiful
Everyone was once smiling and having fun
The sun always shined bright through the window
Casting a radiant light that made everyone forget about their worries
The door was always open to anyone that wanted to visit
Even those who entered with a frown left with a smile
The radio always played songs of love and happiness
And the television always played shows full of hopes and dreams
In and out people would go, knowing that they would be back soon enough
But one day everyone was gone…
This room isn't as beautiful as it once was and I'm alone
The window that once made everyone forget about their worries, now has bars over it
And rain is leaking from the ceiling burning holes in the floor
Making a passage to hell
The door that was once always open is now gone
Nothing but an empty wall now sits in its place, there's no way out
The radio now plays songs of sorrow and misery
While the television shows nothing but static
Everything has faded to black
Everything is so cold
I'm alone in this room of nothingness
As I sit and stare at the steam of my breath
I realize...
I have become a prisoner to my own mind


written while heavily medicated...the only time I can actually paint a picture haha hope you like it