They don't have a category for writing so I just picked music movies and books. (wink wink admins) close enough.

So I got to talking with a friend the other day and he showed me some rap songs that he wrote. one about his daughter that was very good. he has quite a lot of money worth of recording software so he does the beats and all pretty well.

I do not write "rap" exactly. more like spoken word type stuff but talking with my friend got me thinking of a writing I did a year or so ago. I wrote the first half and my close friend helped me write the rest being that the topic is something that we both relate to pretty heavily. It is about our mutual struggles with substance abuse problems. for me in the past, and for my friend, ongoing. It is so far the best writing I have ever done so I like to share it but because the subject matter is personal in nature I try to share it in the appropriate company and being the free thinking community this is id like to share. If you can relate I hope you share your comments, if not, look at it as any other work of art and I hope you enjoy the crazy things that come out of my head.

Edit: it kinda messes up the format when it gets posted so might be difficult to read but o well sorry.

This is what a love-hate relationship with drugs looks like.

Idle Hands

There's something about these lights
There's something about these people
Lying under street lights in the rain
peace of mind is never evil

Tell me why
Tell me why you read them
Tell me how
Tell me how you see them
Tell me now
Tell me if I'm bleedin
Tell me in a minute
If my heart's still beatin

If there's something in this life worth keepin
Maybe I'll find it in this line
Or the paper that I'm eatin
Maybe this fungus will show me reason

Wandering this molecular labyrinth
My mind is chasing freedom
But the deeper I go, Freedom becomes false hope
Or some cynical joke that I forgot I wrote

An endless maze of highs and lows
Chasing the shadows of faith and hope
Searching the depths of my mental cave
Finding nirvana with special K

Using sonar like a bat in flight
The sound echos with the click of a light
And if the spark catches fire to the rocks that I hold
Heavens doors will open, or so I've been told

Heavens keys also unlock hell
But it's purgatory that I know so well
Just as I fell and hit the pavement below
Instead of tasting red blood
I realized I was bleeding white snow

Even as lost as I may seem to you
This beautiful chaos makes me feel so real
Consciousness becomes vibrant
The soul becomes aware
Of all the beautiful colors
Shimmering in the air

Don't ask me how
And I can't tell you where
But I think I can see every molecule
Floating around as I stare

Me and my vice we sure make a pair
Truth is, When sobriety sits beside me
That's when I really need to beware

Increasing isolation leaves more room for contemplating revelations
Feeling intoxication makes you the stranger in common places
Weave through crowds remaining nameless
God is just a collage of faces
No matter what the time and place is