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PostPosted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 6:59 am 
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I have before... I do enjoy it, but I can't much, considering how my body has been acting a bit odd lately, and the fact of concerned family members... I must say though, it is very pleasurable...

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I used to smoke weed, and now only on very rare occasion. I have to be in some very bad pain to do it. I don't like how it makes me feel. I get the spins really bad, and I can't stand any sideways circular motion.

What made me stop smoking is this:

A friend of my family got me high. He supposedly at the time didn't know what was in it, but later admitted that he thought I could handle it. Turns out the stuff was laced with opium and Cocaine. I was stumbling around like I was drunk, and when I tried to lay down I got the spins super bad. I ended up throwing up after I started spasming on the bed. My mother and my boyfriend at the time had to hold me down. It was almost like a seizure. I was so afraid to smoke after that I quit for like three to four years. I did it a couple times after that, but not much at all anymore. I was never addicted either. The night that happened I even wrote a poem. One of my best poems I have. The thing is I never remembered writing it. I woke up the next day and there it was laying next to my bed on the floor.

There is one of my stories. I have more.

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Wanna share the poem? The height of my creativity, too, is when I am high. Hands down.


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Now that I read it again after so long, it's not really the best one. When I wrote the poem it was one of my better ones at the time. It's kind of personal. I was with one of my ex boyfriends back then. He was abusive, and I acted like and abused woman. I didn't defend myself, and he made me feel like I deserved what I got. I was scared of him, so that may make you understand my poem. A lot of them are hard for people to understand because I am so cryptic and symbolic.

High Tides
by: Arianna G.

Like sailors thrown off a ship
We slowly sunk to the bottom of the abyss.
The motion of the tides.
They rise and then they fall
By the moons full light.
The stars shown bright
And Fe was right.
The darkness had come this night
In spite of my pleading eyes.

Like drowning,
I could not breath.
I could not see,
For the darkness was wrapped around me.
There was no pain.
My body was warm.
Though I shivered,
And quaked.
I could not bare to summon any of my strength.

I slowly drifted away
Watching the last of the stars fade.
I had given up control.
Put down my burdens.
Cast away my dreams in a bottle that would float aimlessly.

His arms were wrapped around me.
I could not escape.
Instead fear arose,
But what fear is there when you are not alone.
Except the darkness which you now behold.
So I succumbed to the monster in his eyes,
And let him kiss me with a passion that sent fire down my throat,
And up my spine.

It was dry,
And stung the cuts deep inside.
It burned my throat.
Like being bound by wet leather,
And left to dry
By the suns light.
I started to cry,
And was swept away by the tide.
Into an unyielding night.

I woke upon the sands.
My body ached.
I felt alone,
And dead.
He was gone
Somewhere in a distant land.
I clutched the necklace that held the rings around my neck.
What is left in me?
What is left in these hands?


Fe is my best friend. I never had sex with this man, but he abused me in other ways. That night he tried to take advantage of me because of the state of mind I was in. The necklace with the rings is something I still wear to this day. The chain holds three rings. The first is one my grandmother gave me. The second is one Fe gave me, and the third is a newer addition within the last four years. It is from my boyfriend. He gave me it as a present on our first Valentines Day. I never take them off. When I feel alone and scared I clutch them as one would clutch a rosary. It gives me strength, and I never feel alone.

Raven

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