Tag: #Weed

• Blunt Ride

  She calls me and says that she wants to go for a ride. I say, “ok.” She says that she wants to get high, and she asks if we can smoke tonight. I say that we can. And then I pick her up and we go for a drive. She takes one hit of the…

  lou rasmus

  May 27, 2018

  Poems

  #creative-writing, #fiction, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #Relationships, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer, dialogue

• 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

• Just For Her

  I was going to Write a book for her, Paint a picture for her; I was going to rearrange the Stars in the heavens above… Just.       For.            Her. But then I got baked, And I thought “eh, “Maybe just a poem  “Would be okay.” So I started…

  lou rasmus

  October 24, 2017

  Poems

  #Girlfriend, #High, #Love, #poem, #poetry, #Relationships, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer

• Alone

  Sometimes I spend So much time alone In my room, With the door shut And the lights off, That I forget that Other people exist. And that’s pretty nice.

  lou rasmus

  October 2, 2017

  Poems

  #Anxiety, #Depression, #Drunk, #High, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #Stoner, #Thoughts, #Weed, Alone

• Deadline

  Deadline, Deadline, They need Something Now… Like right NOW! Deadline, Deadline… Fuck! I think, I got nothing. But deadline, Man. The fucking Deadline! They need Something… Anything! But I still Got nothing. So I grab a beer, And I say, “Fuck the deadline.”

  lou rasmus

  September 20, 2017

  Poems

  #Alcoholic, #Beer, #Deadline, #Depression, #Drunk, #Millenial, #poet, #poetry, #Stoner, #Thoughts, #Weed, #Writer

• Reading

  I got really high Last night, And I stayed up Reading Bukowski And listening to Cash. Although, I don’t know anyone else Who stayed up Reading Bukowski Or listening to Cash – Not when everyone Else that I know Spends every hour In the glow of their phone, Tweeting and Snapping and Watching porn. But…

  lou rasmus

  September 13, 2017

  Poems

  #High, #life, #Millenial, #observation, #poem, #poetry, #Porn, #Stoner, #Weed, #Writer, Books, Bukowski, Commentary, Johnny Cash, Read, Snapchat, Twitter

• Epiphany

  I just had a Monumental Realization, Man. Yeah? Yeah. Like, Some serious Life-changing Shit, Dude. Uh-huh. No really, I swear, It was like… Like… It was like a fucking Epiphany. Ok, what was it? Ok, Ok, So it’s like, All I need – Right? –  Is like, A bunch of money. Lou, just pass the…

  lou rasmus

  September 12, 2017

  Poems

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

• Bored

  I got so bored today – So fucking bored – That, On my way home from work, I thought about swerving across the median of this two-way highway, Into oncoming traffic, And driving head-first into a sixteen-wheeler. I thought about my head splitting into a hundred little fragments of bone against the windshield; Bone and…

  lou rasmus

  September 8, 2017

  Poems

  #Car, #Crash, #Depression, #life, #poem, #poetry, #Stoner, #Thoughts, #Weed