My Very Fake British Accent Whilst Being Blazed

title is off the heezy.

have you ever cried so hard, not tears were coming out?

like you are beneath the world and no one is there to help you out.

well youre not alone.

I was with you all along.

but now your fading fast like the footprints int he sand.

leaving no trace of ever existing.

Author's Note

i was stoned when i wrote this.
w/e

Reviews

[amanda weinert]

two comments below
smoking marijuana influces imagery
being stoned is an amazing time to let your feelings flow into words, pictures, sounds
clearly
to not be mistanken or judgemental
you've never been stoned





lorraine

[lorrainelobotomy]

directed to the comment below, the title has nothing to do with the poem, and that is exactly the point. therefore absolutely nothing is misconstrued because i was stoned when i wrote it. and if you ever have been stoned, thats when a lot of creativity tends to happen. im not good at making up titles, so i just rolled with it. im not a professional, i really just f**k around with writing. this is one of those pieces. and i would have to say it has some descriptive imagery so please dont go there. there is no need to workshop experiences that ive had, like i said im not looking to be professional or perfect, these are just things that ive gone through.

[Louise Whalen]

I can tell.

Maybe go back and incorporate the title?
Because the rest of the poem makes no sense with it.
You might actually have an impressive idea here, but it's rather...misconstrued.
However, I do not judge. It's nearly impossible to focus on anything when you're stoned, especially descriptive language and flowing poetry.
But if you're going to post it, may as well go back and workshop it a bit?
Just a suggestion.