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As gunfire
round position
was hostile
to foment
a spider
there against
its mayhem
while Miranda
made us
brighter if
a discriminate
cry ready
as toll
cross nation
yet deliberate
soliloquy aside
blue smoke.
A Noteice Made Legal Now
Lane Bohman Nov 2017
Back street of where I'm from
Love the music,
and the air.

This funky taste
I can't get out my mouth
I want,
I need.
I'm begging please?

Round the corner,
where I grew up.
This girl I'd never leave.

She lights my fire,
weakens my knees,
an evil woman
don't stop, won't stop.

I get this feeling
(I'm bout to blow it.)

My pulse is racing
(I've got to know.)
I'm begging baby,
wont you distract me?

Run!
(Running down the way.)
Hand in hand,
(I'm your man)
I'd never leave you,
(nowhere to go)

You're my spirit, lover...my soul.

Moments
(frozen in time)
Makes me think of you,
in my life.

Freezing
and I could not care less

*Just fill my lungs
with your hot breath.
Addiction, personification
Zero Nine May 2017
Herb smoke fills the room.
I watch TV through rising smoke.
I write rib to floor.
I ruin my cervical spine
To bring you this

No words will fix a messy bed.
You didn't make your bed.
Your mother made it.
Your mother made it.
And here you sleep.
...
my dire Sverige
with blood in her hair
still chosen in knees

that kiss my spirit
with rarity upon brow

watch-listen-inspire
an influx hasten and
only wrought me pier

mirror, hour, tablet
her quest is in change
see every moment dawn
by a monument in land

she belligerent retire here
with her radiant shine alight
a lawn overcome in ****.
Legalization and recall
MOTV Oct 2015
Bow
I smoke herb can't you see the loud
Rhyme absurd till I see the humans bow

Shoot the gun ricochet hit the proud
Moving stance, I move the crowds.

I smoke herb can't you hear  the loud
I find the word, to induce them to bow

Thought patterns
Beats matter
Moving laughter

Glimpse of the past hurts

Thoughts cool
That's all we gotta say
All we gotta do

Stay cool that's what we gotta do
Do what we do

Thoughts cool
I think I made a hit

Knotts proof that darkness exist
Props and fools and buffoonery exist

Plots alluded until that time that does exist

I smoke herb can't you see the loud?
A mad rapper now speaking out his clout

I smoke herb, but you can't see me now*
Mind absurd the world will now bow.
Random write
#Bow #Poem #Herb #Writing #NoPattern #HipHopish #IneedAbeat
Lizzy Love Oct 2015
What a shock it is
to finally feel,
after what seems like years,
of hiding these tears.

Alcohol, nicotine, and THC
blind me to what I need to see.
I am hurting, I am wounded.
My thoughts are not fluid.

It simply used to be
if I just stayed busy
the thoughts would go.
But little did I know...

They stayed where they were,
and they festered and grew,
until it seems there's no cure
to the pain that I knew.

But now I have run
out of things to do.
Though it won't be fun,
this pain, I must undo.
Flashback poem from 2013
© Lizzy Collins
Lane Bohman Sep 2015
A moment frozen in time;
Sublime and reclining
Speckled clouds in the sky.

A moment to reflect on
My minds eye divining

My mood weaves the meadows
in which I do graze,

Breeze on my face,

The echo
of natures innocence resounding.

What is this place?
Why is it so hard to reach?
Still to my bones.
So aware
so aware of it all.

This altered conscious hears my plea.

**A warm, deep breath
for my soul,
resetting life's toll on me.
lol marijuana
AM Mar 2015
Underneath the weeds in her herb garden.
In between every dying star.
Running through the veins of the leaves within all the trees.
Behind every sleepy eye not wanting to say goodbye.
In the air between their joined hands.
Within every thundercloud and cool rain droplets.
Twisting through the quiet creek tracing the woods.
Throughout his aching fingertips.
In the gaps between their bones.
A fat blunt is rolled in my bathroom
I spark it up and inhale the fume
JAH is known by many
but revered by few

A bald head can spark
but hark!
does he hear?
the sweet sound of JAH's voice in his ear?
Deep thoughts
Faded thoughts
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