Tags : high

High

High

A Poem by Lorenzo


I was told to try smoking weed to help with a few a few disabilities. I'm not sure it helped me physically but mentally and emotionally it brought me ..
Prevailing Sound

Prevailing Sound

A Story by YouoweYoupay


Then my head was curled on a sofa and you gently caressed my hair..
Santa Cruz I

Santa Cruz I

A Poem by gabiaimee


Santa Cruz I
Santa Cruz II

Santa Cruz II

A Poem by gabiaimee


Santa Cruz II
on my twentieth birthday

on my twentieth birthday

A Poem by gabiaimee


on my twentieth birthday
Connection

Connection

A Poem by Ajla


You finessed my heart,and I'm proud to say I have yours too.The way we can talk about anything,despite our past we still have a relevant future.When y..
Crushes

Crushes

A Poem by victoria


personal | about my experience with boys
confusion

confusion

A Poem by look.both.ways


Just because I'm high when I tell you I love you, doesn't mean I mean it any less.I know it means less to you.Even though you get high too.but I under..
A World of Hate

A World of Hate

A Poem by Con Campbell


In response to recent events...
Boreas's Doll

Boreas's Doll

A Story by Sarah


Short story
Arlington High Cheer Squad

Arlington High Cheer Squad

A Book by AnnabelleClementine


A group of girls with supernatural combat powers band together as the Arlington High cheer team. Don't mess with the squad.
Spaceships

Spaceships

A Poem by Anna


The stars are full of spaceshipsand they watch me throughspinning crescent telescopes.The sunrise is not realitymy friends, the night never endsand I ..
Chapter 3 : Smoke In The Veins

Chapter 3 : Smoke In The Veins

A Chapter by Abhishek Izy


The group finally gets high on weeds and immediately gets swept off with a high impact. they get high for the first time and have no idea how to react..
Chapter 4: Truth or Dare

Chapter 4: Truth or Dare

A Chapter by Abhishek Izy


The group gets high and slowly but definitely start rolling into the madness and chaos
High

High

A Poem by kurohana


Everything is just a blur, As I count one to four. Spinning endlessly, as I ended up on the floor. Silence, as a knock came at my door. My body ..
The Lowest High, The Highest Low, and the Mad Rhythm

The Lowest High, The Highest Low, and the Mad Rhyt..

A Poem by Silvan


Some of my poems tend to be a short story shrouded in a verbose sense of writing. This one takes place around 1904