Psychedelic
I ate the shrooms
I’m in my room
I sit and wait
Anticipate
I meditate
I’m feeling great
I levitate
disspurse the love
In every way
gravitate
I get my fate
It penetrates
subconscious state
I celebrate
cerebral rate
3rd Eye
Opened
Revamp the moment.
We were choosen
Life’s the token
You get the gist I had woken
The
Shrooms
Have
Officially
Spoken
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Challenge of the Week CXVII
In Total Silence. Don't make a sound, write in whispers if you must. The theme is silence. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXVII
In Total Silence. Don't make a sound, write in whispers if you must. The theme is silence. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Still. Unmoved.
I cannot feel . I cannot see. I cannot move. I am captivated by the stillness that surrounds me. Awaiting to hear the whisper. The whisper calms me, the whisper guides me, the whisper emchants my very soul. It never fails to bring me endless enlightenment and endless joy. I am forever fully engulfed in it's presence. That extends between here and eternity.
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Challenge
you.
I love the second person point of view because it is so universal: it could be anyone; it could even be ourselves. My challenge for you: write a piece of poetry or prose so ambiguous that the "you" could apply to anyone, everyone, or no one at all.