High Thoughts
19 Abstract Notes From a High Mind
Now that I am taking a hiatus from smoking, I have decided to dive into the odd depths of my notes on my phone that I have been consistently adding to. When I’m high and have a particularly interesting thought, I jot it down in my notes, to be reassessed with a sober mind. I am a writer as well as a poet, but I fear my high self does not do a good job at portraying that. Still, I present to you, straight from my notes, typos and all, my odd and abstract high thoughts.
HIGH THOUGHTS
1.
Poetry
Shorty hsittt shitty shitty
Poetry
I can’t,
My mind periods can’t comprehend (pyramids) (thoughts?)
Like physics
Like a whiplash
Zoom
And gloom
Til doom
Poetry
2.
His lips kiss my heart like an angels wings
I fall into him
Soft strong tight comfort
Melting in his kind hands
I am his
And he is mine
We mixed like a potion
But it’s not my fault I didn’t know it was a poison
3.
Dear reader
My life is bubbling at the surface now
I’m a burning city
Spiraling deeper til I hit the floor
I’m here now
And I’m disappointing everyone
I’m throwing my life away
I’m sorry mom
I’m sorry mike will
It’s not my fault being high is good
And I’m sorry mike will for missing your class
Twice
I just couldn’t see myself doing my best quality work
And mike will is such a funny name anyway
Two first names
So mike, I was too high to go, and will, I was too high to do anything
Don’t feel special
4.
When your body and mine wrap around each others
Our limbs entangled
Our lips lost in the others
Our minds drifting off into the distance
But our movements still flowing together fluidly
Our beings completely mixing together
You, a fiery red, and me, a calming blue
Together we mix and you are no longer you
And I am no longer me
And we
Will forever be
purple
5.
They don’t want us to see the system matrix so they hid our minds. Then we fought back and created weed and they are trying to stop us from seeing the truth
6.
All our senses are turned off except one. Ie. Feelings only cold around lips and finger tips. Ice cold vibrates
7.
I think I could be a whistler for a Backstreet Boys jazz group
8.
Poem about when I drive sometimes I slip into a trance. I don’t focus on where I’m going, I just am going. I make the turns without even being consciously aware, and I find myself at my destination every time. Lately I’ve been having more. I mindlessly turn all the right roads and somehow I am parked outside your door in a have to remind myself to not mine anymore. It’s not where I’m going, but it’s where my hearts going
9.
Boys voices are more personal. Like. Reckognizable. More standoutish. Girls sounds the same. It’s like they have their. Own little languages and accents
10.
As sad as it is. Gift giving is similar in a graph way to love. If someone loves you they will shower u in gifts. Not only because they want to keep you but because they thought of you and put you first. I tried to buy my exes love. Didn’t work. It wasn’t equal. And now I try to buy my bfs and my ex tries to buy his new girls
11.
10 or 11/7 or 8 are the most differential time frames from breakfast to lunch and day to night (maybe 5/6 too for night to morning)
12.
Simple mind can only comprehend simple beauty
13.
I almost started crying because I love skyler so much. I realized, as I was driving high, I would get really excited about every cool looking car I saw, or one that I think skyler would think was cool and get excited. I would look to see him, to show him, and he wasn’t there, so I would get sad. That’s love
14.
Skyler told me he was gonna wait for me to be done singing to ask me something
15.
We are lovers reincarnated from the 70s
16.
Greatest snowman
17.
Is it just me or is the end of Runaway by Kanye West literally the soundtrack to a horror film
18.
Project three d light create hologram
19.
Have you ever noticed when a guy is hanging out with a girl and her friends they respect him and it’s almost like he’s stooping down on their level by eating with them but when a boy brings his girlfriend to a guy thing she is not even recognized as a human being
About the Creator
Scarlett Elizabeth
18. I write short stories and poetry.
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