# "Mushroom Magica"

Author: MyOwnParasite
Tags: Awakening, Dream, Drugs, Emotional, Family, Fantasy, Hallucination, Mushrooms, Poetry, Real Life, Synesthesia, changes, feeling, surrealism

#2 of Poetry, both old and new

So, I've been taking some journeys into the mind again lately. When I woke up this morning, this poem was sitting on the chair next to my bed, scribbled hastily like I had to get it out. I decided that it didn't look too bad, so I might as well post it here. For future reference to anyone who partakes, keep it 1 dose of penis envy.

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What a feeling!&nbsp;Such a start!

I feel a pounding,&nbsp;But not in my heart.&nbsp;

Colors are changing; sounds have a name.&nbsp;

The boards on my floor,&nbsp;

Play chess while aflame!

I knew this was coming; I've been here before.&nbsp;

Such a wonderful planet,&nbsp;

Laid out on my floor!

The mushroom took hold,

And pushed open a door,&nbsp;

To a planet of wonder, of color and glore.&nbsp;

Like the Haze from my smoke,&nbsp;

Laying low to the earth,&nbsp;

All I want is some peace,&nbsp;

But a truth must come first.&nbsp;

But I do understand, and I will go inside,&nbsp;

And dig up all the skeletons I've tried to hide.&nbsp;

I'll build me a palace,&nbsp;

To store all my shame,&nbsp;

And I'll visit it rarely, so it stays the same.&nbsp;

It's a place I can find,&nbsp;

That's for my mind alone.&nbsp;

And when I leave it behind, I'll remember my home.&nbsp;

And I'll shout and I'll cry

With the clouds and the sky&nbsp;

As I sit and I wonder if this life is mine.&nbsp;

And when the night ends,

And it comes with surprise,&nbsp;

I'll accept the gift of grass

And the holy sun rise.&nbsp;

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0XLyqm
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