Under the influence?: (MERGED)

Does anyone have anything that they have written while they were extremely drunk or high on drugs? I think they can be either very amusing or extremely insightful. Here is one of mine.

We meet in a realm beyond that of the physical. Combining into a spiritual energy which is beyond the understanding of the unenlightened. We are above them. Beyond them. We were as they are now long ago. We know them well. They are just a thought in our minds. We understand them because they are merely a part of us. Something which we have already experienced. Delt with. Tucked away somewhere deep within our minds long ago.

lol

 

nice writing there! I do the drunken thing every so often, although I usually go back over it later to clean up a little... here's a link to one of my true drunken poetry sessions:

http://hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=247359&postcount=1

 

Was 'we' really I?? and it was good....don't laugh at yourself. Here's something me and my guy wrote when we were stoned ok.. so here.

Smoking weed gets me high...
Puff Puff Puff...WAIT! DON'T GIVE!
Let it all just stay inside.

Phillies, vega's, swisher sweets,
Crippy, Hydro, can't be beat.

Rolled, bowled, smoked to the head
W/your friends, by yourself....
still laying in bed.

Inhale, Exhale, you'll find the way...
Smoke cheeba tomorrow, and every day!!

ha..yea...that was definately ganja induced.
peace& <3

 

lol.. yeah I'm sure the "We" isn't supposed to be "I". I don't remember exactly what thoughts were bouncing around in my mind at the time that I wrote that, but I know what I meant by it. I have some journal entries which I wrote when I was absolutely hammered that are extremely deep and insightful. I think that it is good to write when I am in the state on occasion. Sometimes I am able to write down things that I think that I would otherwise go out of my way to avoid even thinking about. It's funny how people will respond to my drunken writings, but not to anything that I have written when I was sober lol.

 

Absolutely! Here's mine, and some of you might know who this is about.
(IF you know ME!)

Notes.

It was after I suffered my last heart attack, when she entered my life.
We started out, as just friends on the internet. She lived in Great Britain,
and I, in the US. Who would have thought it would develope like this?
We started talking on an instant message program. We used my chatroom.
She has the most beautiful, and hypnotic eyes. Romance is for MEN too!
This is a woman I want to make love to. NOT just FUCK.
For the ignorant out there, Making love to a woman, is NOT the same as
FUCKING her. Making love, is getting lost in her eyes. Wanting to kiss her
all over. Letting her KNOW just how you feel about her if you really love her.
Do you think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?
That's Love!

 

I wrote this one when trippin on morning glories. And maybe weed too, I don't remember If I had smoked at the time I wrote this or later that night...

i sat down and turned the tv on. the television hummed into action, with all those electrons jumping into action. Excited electrons was the phrase they used in high school. Excited. Were the electrons really excited about being in a TV? Were they happy to be doing all the work of bringing me entertainment? What the hell does an electron have to be excited about.

And heres an [unedited] poem written when slightly drunk (its one of the more coherent ones...also one of the more positive ones):


Oh I’m drunk
I feel like I’m floating in a haze
Thinking kind of fuzzy
But feeling pretty good

Loud music
Makes me laugh
Like a hysteric idiot
Enjoying a stupor
Once in a while
To the tune of some rock music
Doesn’t seem so bad to me

Still a little wine left
And conversing with a friend
The boredome of it all
Swirls and jives
With the alcohol and friendship
Until a certain joy is found

Candles and darkness
Good times and good drink
Music to warm my
Cold shoulders
And a friend to warm my heart
The alcohol to ease my trouble
And a day that was so fine
No
Life cannot be any better
Than this

I think of God
And his cosmic joke
That is the world
And I laugh
Because I finally got it

 

Shock
Well then that's even a better concept, because you shared this with someone. Or then again, maybe you were just hammered I like to write..have on lsd before and read it a couple of days later and many things were revealed to me that hadn't been when I was sober. I analyzed objects, nature, and people right down to the very core of their existance. Or maybe I was just hammered. Either way, nice post.

<3

 

u kno whats werid, when im high i accuatly have a clear head. i think soo much more clearly i luv it. i dont write tho, may be ill look into it

 

i used to write essays for uni when i was stoned..thats how i first started getting high distinctions!

 

There are quite a few brilliant writers who wrote hammered, there was a show about it on KPR a few months ago, it was pretty interesting.


Mark Twain was quoted as saying "write drunk, edit sober" hehe.

 

Has anyone ever written anything really really good while drunk, on drugs, etc.? As in, when you've sobered up, you've read it and thought it was excellent? Be honest, post it if you still can, because I'm sort of intrigued. Most "drugwriting" I've encountered has been very samey in style and flow, and didn't seem like the product of an opened mind.

 

in highschool, i wrote my senior research paper while smoking it up.

i made a perfect score

writing is something i can do straight or fucked up.

i've also written several essays for college while blitzed and made As.

 

I've written essays for college etc. drunk and always passed with reasonable marks, but I wouldn't pretend that the essays were actually good. They were just average. I therefore conclude I must be a genius.

 

*giggles*

awww...

you *must* be a genius

 

dude, your sig is going to bite me.

 

my english gcse got an a* when i'd that day had, prozac, a big smoke, some energy drinkks, and enrgy tablets.. i didn't get it backtho. you just get sent a mark.....writing s to so with flow i think sometimes...like art, can have a good 'feel' about it. if your a good writer and feeling pretty good...it comes across.

well, i've got scores of drugged writing...i'll post some for your discrimination..!

 

erotic story...

you don't HAVE to read it.

i wrote some parts while fuct. no pun intended!

http://hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=885528&postcount=17

 

Did you read it afterwards, once you were straight? That's the problem, I always find what I've written isn't any good the next morning, it never feels like me at all. I only ever do it when intoxicated (as opposed to just having had the odd glass of wine, which I do anyway, so it's not a conscious effort) when I have a deadline coming up, and I really need to dredge something up. I think my personal pride gets in the way sometimes; I get decent marks for stuff I've basically just shat out, but it's never something I would actually want to read, and that bothers me.

 

'something i've basically shat out.'

LOL.

*giggles and tears*

 

thats interesting... if i post some of my blitzed spew, would you do the same?
*looking for 'shat out' pieces*

I didn't get back my gcse. i know what you mean how the spewed writing doesn't seem relatable to what was trying to be expressed...if i write in a way thats talking to a sober audience... i use 'crazy' language. if i write when i'm shot..it's like the state i'm in can't be expressed, and it comes out in simple language, like i'm trying to explain something to a moron..thats probably my higher mind talking to the idiot part of me. maybe writing is just not any good compared to being high. so what comes out can seem quite basic..but i'm more sure that that is 'the stuff' people respond to. and it is good stuff, but words just can't compare to what you trying to explain.
ths is fun, his thread..i just thought what i'm trying to say [!] is writing, is a conversation between states of mind.... so when you're high....everything...is just amazing.... right.... heres some spun out,
after, about being spun out...written afterwards..
which is better?

Journey..

Theres a small space in time somewhere.
A pocket place, I can't live in but i want to.

Behind me or in front of me.
or maybe it is me?

Everything cascades through the top of my skull.
Like tumbling sound in an hourglass.

And suddenly it's all rearranged.
But it's all there.

Every breath of myself
Compact and on top of each other.

Turn the hourglass upsidedown.
And the brilliant view is like being born again.

Spread yourself throughout history and beyond.
A blue light will show you.

Fields of existence
And their furious shining.

Take yourself to that pocket place,
And you will never, stop.
****************

Focous.

The everpresent humming of a
story never ceasing.
Bone to the harpooned soul beating, and
one life marked in jogging.

That screeching rawness of a daggered hand,
Impaled on the axis of tortured youth,
Stabs hellward;
But extends gaping, contrived to the silver starlight.

What ugly sordid potency of this constant,
Envelops and chokes like unjustified death.
Insufferable lowkey reality,
penetrates a sinking hiss, exploding under bleached skin.

Sloping eyes emploringly stare,
A rapid brain is spread in slow, reckless, discontinuances,
Fucked up blood smacks the screaming floor.
And the counter fools have their faith.