Tag: #High

• Sounds Like Me

  I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with.…

  lou rasmus

  March 19, 2018

  Poems

  #Drunk, #High, #life, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #prose, #Writer

• Reunion

  I want to pull a handful of dirt from the earth and listen to the heartbeat of the world for a little while, and remind myself that I live here, and not in this fucking phone. It’s easy to forget sometimes, with how much life I pour into these texts and Snapchats and Facebook updates,…

  lou rasmus

  March 4, 2018

  Short Stories

  #creative-writing, #fiction, #High, #life, #prose, #Stoner, #technology, #Writer, millennial

• City Views

  The city looks different tonight, but that might just be because I’m fucking high right now, and the loud music playing through the speakers of my girlfriend’s beater is making everything shake a little. I kind of like it.

  lou rasmus

  February 7, 2018

  Poems

  #Girlfriend, #High, #poem, #poetry, #Relationships, #Stoner, city

• Love Story

  I’m fucking tired of your love stories. And I’m tired of my love stories too. And I just want to move to California and wash all of these words off of me in the ocean. I think that would make me feel better. Refreshed. It might help me sober up, too, because I’m high right…

  lou rasmus

  January 29, 2018

  Poems, Short Stories

  #Alcoholic, #Drunk, #Girlfriend, #High, #life, #Love, #poem, #poetry, #Relationships, #Stoner, #Writer

• Stoned

  I get stoned in the morning, every morning, and then before I know it it’s the next morning. It always goes like that. Probably because I smoke too much. Probably. I just can’t remember what we were talking about.

  lou rasmus

  January 28, 2018

  Poems

  #High, #life, #poem, #poetry, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer

• Ceiling

  I like to sit in my chair and stare at the ceiling, while I smoke some weed and wonder why I haven’t found any meaning in my life yet. I wonder if I ever will, or if it’s all just a useless waste of time. Maybe. But it’s not like I have anything else going…

  lou rasmus

  January 20, 2018

  Poems

  #High, #life, #observation, #poem, #poetry, #reality, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer, Bored

• Disguise

  

  These red eyes are nothing but a way to hide from everything that I don’t want to see clearly. Nothing but a diguise, like a mask or some shit. And I like it that way.

  lou rasmus

  January 17, 2018

  Poems

  #High, #life, #poem, #poetry, #Stoner, #Thoughts, #Weed, #Writer

• Shapes and Lines

  

  I don’t wear glasses. My vision is good. But I have been seeing Things kinda funny Through these red-x lenses. It’s all shapes and Lines that bend, And objects that Don’t make any sense. Sometimes it scares me But sometimes I love it, Just knowing that I Must be a squiggly mess Of shapes and…

  lou rasmus

  December 11, 2017

  Drawings, Poems

  #High, #life, #observation, #poem, #Stoner, #Thoughts, #Writer, drawing, sketch

• Radio

  I like listening To the radio, It always plays Something upbeat, Something souless That I can hear On repeat, Something loud That makes me Stomp my feet. I like the radio, Because it gives Me a brief moment To stop thinking About wanting to Fucking kill myself.

  lou rasmus

  November 8, 2017

  Poems

  #Depression, #High, #poem, #poetry, #Stoner, #Writer, radio

• Screams

  Dark skies, Red eyes, Nothing like Getting stoned On a quiet night. Quiet night… Quiet night… Too quiet… Silent… Then, Wolf howl! Suealing breaks! A woman screaming In the woods I think… It’s really faint, And I’m sure She’s fine. I’m sure… I’m sure… Then I hear it again, Louder this time, Like she’s really…

  lou rasmus

  October 28, 2017

  Poems

  #High, #poem, #poetry, #Stoner, #Writer