Group Stoner Journal "bake me a poem"

Group Stoner Journal / Submit anytime all the time / Whatever comes to mind / All I do is smoke and write, so until someone else submits, I suppose it will be not so much a group journal : ) Honestly you could even submit quotes you like that others wrote. This is not a contest nor is this grammar class, my grammar is shit and I am fine that. I don't know where the fuck a comma goes.

[bakemeapoem-blog]

Outward appearance may change but the beauty of a person never does.

-k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

I just made a drink and I have no idea how this happened…it tastes exactly like mung bean sprouts. Exactly.

k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

...but if I told you my eyes were not blue, would you believe me…

-k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

The constant struggle between creating and regurgitating.

-k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

There is a beautiful innocence in no longer having anything to hide, although ironically we are taught the opposite is true. It is the innocence this world yearns for but society rips it apart faster than we can blink.

-k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

In the whirlwind of life don’t forget to touch each other. Touch heals wounds where a band aid never could.

-k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

Re: "I believe in second chances I just don't think everyone deserves them."

The way I see it, you either believe in second chances or you don’t.

[ayyynakow]

He’d always toy with it when they’d casually talk about their day. The mundane things and every little insignificant detail. They’d pretend to laugh, to enjoy one another’s company, but they both knew what was really going on.

They were each other’s solace. He’d hide from the world behind her...

[thisisnotagun-deactivated201508]

Ginger guy fell in love with the starbucks girl. He wants her to come back, but she has a report to do; “Sex trafficking”, she says. He’s sad to see her go but is hopeful for a return and maintains an optimistic face. She leaves, smiling. Because she knows, and she loves him too. But both parties…

[philomenae-deactivated20140317]

You know what they say, “Write drunk, edit sober.” For me it’s, “Write high, edit sober.” Let’s go see how well I can write a research paper about the childhood of Nelle Lee, the author of “To Kill a Mockingbird”, hehehe.

[bakemeapoem-blog]

Imagine if we traded power for responsibility.

k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

I just had three separate and cohesive thoughts all at one time. wtf And they say weed makes you dumb? BAHAHA Three ideas at one time and I remembered each one of them long enough to write them all down.

k j p

[bakemeapoem-blog]

about highness

It is called being high because everything is heightened - our appreciation, our awareness, our love

-a1iengirl

[bakemeapoem-blog]

If you have an answer for everything, you’re wrong.

k j p

[a1iengirl]

cant sleep

It’s crazy how in this life we can never be outside of our minds and bodies

[bakemeapoem-blog]

I was just thinking about this the other day.  It is such a trip.  That no matter how badly I want to experience the world outside myself, I simply cannot.  As much as we may want to be able to walk in someone elses shoes, we cannot.

[thatswhatmaryjanesaid]

music saved me yet again

[bakemeapoem-blog]

For the first time in 3 years a song graced this songbirds heart.

You see in my soul I got a piano, a tiny baby grand but she got real quiet and cobwebs filled the spaces where the music used to be.

Somewhere from deep within or perhaps it came from elsewhere a tiny tune started doing a bit of dusting.

And as I begin to sing I remembered who I was yet again.

[n3rdyfoxx]

I wonder if anyone ever offered Ursula sex in exchange for a potion/spell.

[bakemeapoem-blog]

I have, and NO it was not worth it…she is a very selfish, SELFISH lover.