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Perfect High
Note: this is marked as fiction becouse it is just a story. Perfect High
I got high for the first time when I was going on 16.But not really high. It happened like this. There was a big college party in my brother, Scott’s dorm. Every night for weeks there had been laughing, shouting, whooping, and cheering, and some cool-looking guys had been brought to the circle of kids smoking weed in the back, and the kids seemed to really enjoy their company. Then just before the weed was all used up, they specially called over the people they hadn’t seen before, “to pass on the gift of bliss.” My brother had been talking about it for days ahead. That night I was sat down on the brutally uncomfortable floor next to a whole bunch of the kids around my age that had not yet experienced this “high”.
My brother told me that when you were high you saw colors, and something happened to you inside! And it was complete pleasure! And it felt good for hours at a time! He said that you could see and hear and feel things you’ve never felt before. I believed him. I had heard so many other cool kids say the same thing and it seemed to me they ought to know. So I sat there coolly in the hot, cramped circle waiting for this high.
The guy who brought the weed took a puff of the joint and started coughing horrifically and then shuddered a mild laugh and coughed again. “Everyone has tried this,” he said “Your turn, you got to try this. C’mon you got to try this.” He held out the joint to the row of newcomers. Some people took the joint right away and inhaled. But most of us just sat there.
I took a puff and a lot of the older kids turned and looked at us, pretty girls with heavily made-up faces and straight hair, guys with curly hair and hemp necklaces. They all were nodding their heads in agreement. The whole circle moved as one.
Still I kept waiting for a high.
Finally all the new guys had taken a puff and where high, but one guy and me. He was a freshman in college named Evan. Evan and I was being stared down by the entire circle. It was very hot and hazy, and getting boring. Finally Evan said to me in a whisper: “Screw this! I’m not gunna look like a loser. Let’s just pretend we feel it.” So he smiled and said he felt it.
Then I was the only one left. My brother came and struggled to talk to me, and the eyes of everyone were on me, telling me about how wonderful they felt while they coughed terribly. And I kept waiting, inhaling- but it didn’t come. I wanted the high so bad, but nothing happened.
I heard the other kids in the circle saying: “Don’t you feel it? Dude, don’t you feel the bliss? The high is waiting for you. It wants you. Don’t you feel it? Hey Scott, what is this kid’s name?”
"Elliott," my brother coughed.
“Elliott, don’t you feel it? C’mon you got to feel it.”
Now it was really getting late. I began to be ashamed of myself, holding everything up so long. I began to wonder what everyone thought about Evan, who certainly hadn’t felt high, but who was sitting smugly next to me getting patted on the back by the other kids. They had not noticed Evan’s lie and shunned him. So I decided that maybe I should save further trouble, I’d better lie too, and say that I had felt blissful, and get up and pretend to be high.
So I took another puff and laughed emptily.
Suddenly the whole circle turned to look at me, as they saw me smile they all started to smile with me. Some people clapped a bit. My brother patted me on the back. The coolest guy there gave me a high-five.
When things mellowed out, in a hushed silence, punctuated by a few coughs, all the newcomers were congratulated on their newly acquired experience. Then talking and laughing filled the room.
That night, for the first time in a very long time I cried. I cried, in bed alone, and couldn't stop. I buried my head under the quilts, but brother heard me. he woke up and thought I was laughing. But I was really crying. I was crying because I couldn't bear to tell him that I had lied, that I had deceived everybody in the circle, that I hadn't gotten high, and that now I didn't believe that there was such thing as a high, because it didn’t happen to me.
Fiction: 10/14/08 | Posted By: iOwn92 | 0 comments | Personal |
shout it out
Shout it
I haven't slept in so long
When I do I dream
of drowning in the ocean
longing for the shore
Were I can be in your embrace
I'll follow your voice
all you have to do is
shout it out
shout it out!
All because of you
I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings
no, not the kind with halos
the kind that bring you back home
when home becomes a strange place
I'll follow your voice
all you have to do is
shout it out
Life: 10/04/08 | Posted By: iOwn92 | 0 comments | Personal |
Fire
dont know if i should bring out the big boy so soon but this is my best poem in my oppinion.
Fire
Open form
By: iOwn92
Warmth is all that I desire
So let’s start some friction and cause a fire
Water is free while ice is still
I crave to be melted, for freedom I’d kill
I’m in a hole dug deep with no one around
I really need some body-heat so come on down
It ain’t that bad down here at night
As long as I have you to hold me tight
The rain falls down on my skin
Filling up the hole that I am in
Don’t know why but it feels just fine
At least it’s something certain this time
Its getting dark and I close my eyes
No more mess and no more lies
Then again one never knows
I’ve never had this feeling in my toes
It feels like a fire growing bright
Maybe you’ll turn out to be my light
So since we are sitting here in the cold
C’mon babe lets do something bold
Warmth is all that I desire
So let’s start some friction and cause a fire
Life: 10/03/08 | Posted By: iOwn92 | 0 comments | Personal |
Moving Foward series
i wrote these after reading the book Ender's Game its a great book if your looking for a good story.
Moving Forward
Pantoum
By: iOwn92
I’ll be clumsy for awhile. Better get started
Hurtling toward a wall
Trying to get control
What if I fail?
Hurtling toward a wall
No place to land
What if I fail?
Got it!
No place to land
There it is-
Got it!
Finally I have control, now I know
There it is-
An opportunity seized
Finally I have control, now I know
I’ll be clumsy for awhile-better get started.
Moving Forward
Open form
By: iOwn92
Falling
Attempting to search for gravity that isn’t there
Faster and faster
Overwhelming disorientation
Faster and faster
Uncomfortable confusion
Faster and faster
There must be a solution
Faster and faster
You’ve got it
Soaring
Nothing is above you
Higher and higher
Burdens are lifted
Higher and higher
Control and speed
Higher and higher
Nothing can stop you
Higher and higher
You’ve got it
Life: 10/03/08 | Posted By: iOwn92 | 0 comments | Personal |
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