Whips of wind
L A s H e D !
C
r. o s
s
my face
As i puffed the stuff..
that heater haze.
I coulnd't keep my gaze from slinkin'
through the gnarled limbs-
utrla lime laced, clean like kelp-
at the green that cows
graze.
Why'm I pondering
our bitter, yet sweeter
days?
The mighty, whistling wind
huffs away the scarlet face of sin.
Wisps away
all trace of the demons floating in my double cupped Gin.
"Remember those times"
the sluggish, drugged air sung to me.
"When un-honeyed honesty between you and your Queen was no crime?"
It's more than true that i do!
I miss my boo, and the way she clung to who she thought was me..
As i hummed her a sweet, unique melody.
Even so, it was i who unstuck the glue
between us, unscrewed the bolts of our coffin.
I had too! I had to sacrifice.
Cause if I didn't, the smell of her sautéeing, seasoned skin will keep me up all night like starving mice.
It was me who dug up our scrawny skeletons for brawny hellathens to see.
and.. i'll be the bearer of blame for Mary Jane Pain being her name.
Maybe i'm the reason why in the change of season,
her being began wheezin' and coughin' often.
Mary Jane..
maybe im the reason why you ceased to exist on our plane.
Lord knows i'm sorry.
I can't properly explain the reasons for my treason.
Just know, to survive the seasons,
i had to weaken your defense..
Grow lemons from your leaves.
Mary jane..
your roses may be dead, but they give me life.
Your thorns
sharp and round like horns,
make me bleed.
But proud i am, to embrace the loud scorn in their wake.
Mary Jane, forgive me.
Not only for my woeful heart, but your glowing, flowing inner soul.
Don't let in the cancer soaked sand just for Satan's sake.
Hate. Hate! Hate!
He wants you to marinate in it so your essence can roast in flames of Afterlife's lake
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 11:21 PM UTC
Whips of wind
L A s H e D !
C
r. o s
s
my face
As i puffed the stuff..
that heater haze.
I coulnd't keep my gaze from slinkin'
through the gnarled limbs-
utrla lime laced, clean like kelp-
at the green that cows
graze.
Why'm I pondering
our bitter, yet sweeter
days?
The mighty, whistling wind
huffs away the scarlet face of sin.
Wisps away
all trace of the demons floating in my double cupped Gin.
"Remember those times"
the sluggish, drugged air sung to me.
"When un-honeyed honesty between you and your Queen was no crime?"
It's more than true that i do!
I miss my boo, and the way she clung to who she thought was me..
As i hummed her a sweet, unique melody.
Even so, it was i who unstuck the glue
between us, unscrewed the bolts of our coffin.
I had too! I had to sacrifice.
Cause if I didn't, the smell of her sautéeing, seasoned skin will keep me up all night like starving mice.
It was me who dug up our scrawny skeletons for brawny hellathens to see.
and.. i'll be the bearer of blame for Mary Jane Pain being her name.
Maybe i'm the reason why in the change of season,
her being began wheezin' and coughin' often.
Mary Jane..
maybe im the reason why you ceased to exist on our plane.
Lord knows i'm sorry.
I can't properly explain the reasons for my treason.
Just know, to survive the seasons,
i had to weaken your defense..
Grow lemons from your leaves.
Mary jane..
your roses may be dead, but they give me life.
Your thorns
sharp and round like horns,
make me bleed.
But proud i am, to embrace the loud scorn in their wake.
Mary Jane, forgive me.
Not only for my woeful heart, but your glowing, flowing inner soul.
Don't let in the cancer soaked sand just for Satan's sake.
Hate. Hate! Hate!
He wants you to marinate in it so your essence can roast in flames of Afterlife's lake
Hey, honeys!
I've been ultra inactive for a while now, and the first thing I did after reading a coupl handfuls- or few- of poems.. was read my own.
I came straight to this one and decided to do a little bit of revising
Not sure if my revisions are better or worse, but I am confident in them
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