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Slime-God Sep 5
Higher than ever,
my heart rolls down a river.
Carried by the smoke.
Seventies **** is
so ******* over-rated
and outdated, smoke
the killer **** and
down the whole eighth
of Blueberry Haze straight
to my head.

It's like I'm feeling heavy,
got two fifteens in the back
of my homeboy's chevy.

Steal everything, if it's
not bolted down,
believe it's in the back
of my house by the shed G.

I live in the land of plenty,
good and ready, ready
for whatever, got
my ***** from the jetty.
You got your *****
from the levee.
Feast on the sedimentary
layers of the Hātea.
Don't ask me, I have abso-friggin-lutely no idea what I was aiming for.
G Rose Nov 2019
My lips were just a faint flush of what was and what could have been.

The curious spark of youth in my eyes was getting old & cynical.

And even though my hair may be a statement of Summer, my heart had always been the daughter of it’s polar season.

But now, there is a fire to my cheeks I’ve never felt before; a blush so radiant that a rose pales in comparison.
Jordan Jun 7
Her lips,
leave my body,
The Dybbuk Apr 24
To the lover of my youth,
and the yellow in my tooth.
To the flower's greatest prize,
and the red behind my eyes.
God knows I love you, you're green but true blue,
oh Mary Jane, my girl, this one's for you.
Adrian Feb 2
Wings for Mary,
Donate her wings of smoke,
To carry my mind ever so higher,
Where the wind is softly blown.
Mary Jane sounds like someone
I’d like to take to the smoke-zone
It’s based on a joke my friend told me about bad undercover cops, and how they try and be hip with words for drugs. I don’t do that stuff.
Lydeen Dec 2019

Go on, take a


Sadness? Anger? Anxiety? Melt,


Giggles bubbling in your throat.


To the

Jet Nov 2019
Welcome to AA. Also known as Addicts anonymous
Well, hi I’m Jetzael, and I have an addictive personality. But you can call me jet. It started about 4 years ago with small things.
You know, from the things I ate to the seats I took.
But then my addictive personality escalated to people. But let me explain to you how my addiction with people worked… or works.
Itll start of by needing to take a glance at you. That would fulfill my high. Then I needed a simple hello until I needed a hug, a conversation, lunch every day, a seat next to you, it never stopped! My addiction with you never stopped, it just kept growing.
And when my high wore off, you didn’t get out of my head. What were you doing? Were you happy? Did you need something? Are you mad, sad, frustrated? Are you okay? … am I okay?
All I could ever think about, was you.
And we all know here, addictions never end in a good high.
So it got to the point where my questions turned from were you okay? To was I ever gonna be.
I went through the withdrawal. All alone. All the restless tearful nights until I got high again. Not by you though. But her name was oxycodone, with her friends Percocet and codeine.
They became my best friends. They always distracted me from you until I got tired of them, because you… pff… you gave me highs that codeine could never. But then came along all the restless, nauseous, and chilly nights until they all got out of my system. Why? Because I was growing an addiction for you… again. Would you still like me this way? Would you support my ways? But the one question that kept me up all night was, did you still love me?
At least just a little bit?
But then my old home-girl came through, Maryjane. And numbed my mind away from all the questions and thoughts that existed about you.
She would smoke me out every day, before the sun was even two minutes into his 12-hour shift.
We would be numb the whole day so I never had the chance of thinking about you. Couple of months went by, but if you wanna be exact, my addictive personality could tell you how many months, days, hours, minutes and seconds it was. But that’s unnecessary.
I mean, all my highs were starting to let me forget your scent, touch, words, even your face.
But then you crossed me again, and all those things I thought I forgot about you, rushed back into my head faster than any other drug that existed.
So here I am again, craving highs, not from oxy, perc, codeine or marijuana,
but from you.
Growing an addiction for someone is can be worse than an addiction for a drug.
Jarred Karsten Nov 2019
Roll it, light it, smoke.
Puff puff pass it to the left.
Take a deep breath, relax.
A Simillacrum Sep 2019
I'm right
on top of
things can't
you see it?

Oh! It's Friday
the 13th?
Thanks Cné.

I'm right
on top of
it, just -- just
trust me!

(An ounce of ****
per week and sleep,
dreamless sleep.)

I'm up
to date on
pop culture.

Oh! It's August
isn't it? Sep - tem
- ber. That's

what I meant.

(An ounce of ****
per week and sleep,
dreamless sleep.)

   Why can't I live like
Oliver Tree?

(An ounce of ****
per week and sleep,
dreamless sleep.)

   Why can't I live like
Die Antwoord?

(An ounce of ****
per week and sleep,
dreamless sleep.)

   Why can't I live like
Mr. Rogen?

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