My Old Self
Packin bowls and all I smell is loud My senses gotta be fucked Since when can I see sound? Dumbfound you have me Bruh I'm Not so grounded can we Talk about some other shit shall we? High as fuck and…
thirdeye is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 3 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees thirdeye in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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