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Hollau Apr 2018
I was a blooming daisy  
and you were the **** I stumbled upon
your roots strangled me as I tried to grow
they teased me and tested me
but your words became a daily comfort
so I stood tall and reached towards the sun
that neither of us thought I could reach
because I wanted to prove to you
that I could stand on my own

my heart broke when you were torn away from me
without you, I could invest in my own growth  
but I still longed for your company
you were the only one who ever challenged me
to be more than I could have been before

we both knew it was for the best,
but I will never stop missing you
and hoping someday you will return to my garden
to poison me again
so I can blossom into who I am meant to become
april w Apr 2018
i am a small seed
with so much potential
so much possibility

i could grow to become a beautiful flower
or a ****

what if I can be both
both

a beautiful flower
and
a ****

why would you want to be a ****?
you may ask
i want to be the rarest, most beautiful flower there is
you may say

i want to be like a ****
because no matter how hard people try to destroy them
the weeds will stay strong
keep growing
keep flourishing
and that’s exactly what I strive to be

flowers are so beautiful
yet delicate
they fall apart so easily
but it is ok
because as long as if
they bring joy to someone’s life
even for just a second

as long as if I
can bring joy to someone’s life
it is ok

i want to be like a dandelion
a flower
and a ****
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
Dear Mary-Jane, thank you for always being there,
Making life's struggles easy to bear,
Letting me complain when life is unfair,
Pollute the sky with slumbering air,
I only smoke the loudest, hard to compare,
My trees can't be turned down the THC blares,
The only thing that can make me not care,
Render me oblivious but also aware,
Make me so blind I sit and I stare,
Leave the house sober? I wouldn't dare,
Mesmerized by your green skin and orange hair,
I cherish the crystals you wear with flair
Even the heat from your glare when you flare
Without I don't know how I would fare,
I share although I proudly declare
My love for you, I lay my heart bare,
Ensnared by this smoky love affair,
You show your love with the way you impair,
I swear there couldn't be a more perfect pair.

(HOOK)
Mary is a loyal girl, she never lets me down,
When I am lonely she can always be found,
She lets me be myself, she's what I'm dreaming of,
One kiss of her smoke and I'm sure I'm in love.

She's everything I look for in a lover and a friend,
This relationship will never come to an end,
The high I feel after I breathe her in,
Is like pure ecstasy underneath my skin.

I'm a slave to the strain, I'm insane,
When I blow out I become deranged,
Stay in the frame, maintain,
Tired of these lame games,
You're a **** shame,
I bet you pride stays in pain,
Soul feels slain when you see the stain,
On the mirror when you wake, it's your face,
The man staring back kicks your ***,
Got you feeling like last in class,
Beat it up and pass it back,
Hit it while seasons just pass,
Hotter than a blowfish full of gas.

(HOOK)

I wanna marry Mary, make her my wife,
Only girl I want for the rest of my life.
This is a collaboration, my first one Ever! My boyfriend wrote the second verse and I wrote everything else. He was just freestyling too, he is a badass.
Azrapse Mar 2018
My feelings faded away
Now all I feel is blue
I wonder why I’m so down
I’m always high
It doesn’t make sense
So I try some **** that’s more intense
I live with a bottle glued to my hand
And I have bottles of pills on deck
These drugs I self prescibe
Just to make me feel alive
The liquor helps me smile
But it makes me feel more numb
This **** helps me think
But it makes me more dumb
This yay makes my whole life feel A’okay
But it’s really ******* up my brain.
Latina1813 Mar 2018
Me and u thats two
And some **** dats three
Lets smoke these trees
You know u wanna **** with me
We could get lit
Burn higher than the sun gets
If u can make it
I never fake it
Come to this real ****
I am no basic
Ill give u mosaics
Of sativa,thc,cbds and vapors
Just light the papers
And ignite the embers
Turn this smoulder ablaze
You can get this 808
Can u feel the bass
You make my heart race
You make me flushed faced
You make me nervous
Butterflies in every space
And i could float away
Thought of u carries me high
We could be higher
So lets ignite these papers
Lets light the embers
And relax together
Maybe unfinished
BC Jaime Mar 2018
the lovely
                   vapour
around me

foliage
           trees
  sanctuary
                   among the tall grass

the breath          of universal
                     love
                sustains us

an eternity
                                 of bliss

heaven and earth
in my soul


[Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the Blackout Bard poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]
© BC Jaime 2018 || IG: @B.C.Jaime

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/.
all weeds are flowers that
weren't given enough love,
so if i call you a flower,
don't feel too special.

before my heart watered you
with adoration, attention, and affection, you were probably
a big ****.
-WRR
Kris Fireheart Feb 2018
Shiny shards of slowly death
Rush,  cough,  and take a breath..
Its all they can to re inject
Another night on Tina's breast.

I watch them from afar, disgusted
My two best friends went homeless,
Got busted.

See,  I might do some coke or smoke ***** all day,
But i can't understand this game they all play.

Always crystal or ***** or ****** or yay,
One more way to make my fiery heart fade.

But i told them i wasn't going back to those days,
I'll stick with my greenery, downers and stay...

Alive.
this is a drug poem. Everyone i know does ****, and I hate the changes i see in them.
I've grown up and out of hard drug use,  looking towards my future.  So many i know have not...
Kris Fireheart Feb 2018
He sits low,
But he rides high.
Their heads turn
When he drives by.
He won't stop
Unless you're trying
To buy,

The Man with the silver rings.

When he gets a call,
He'll drive to your house,
"Whatever you need,
A gram to an ounce,
It takes a bit longer,
If you want a pound. "

He'll bring you anything...

The party began
When his backpack arrived;
And when it was emptied,
It withered and died,
It took him one phone call,
To get resupplied,

And back on the scene of things...

The door's always open,
In case he stops by,
With Haze or Rhino
Or Widow or Thai
Sometimes he'll bring presents,
He doesn't supply,

The Man with the silver rings.
One of my best friends is a former drug dealer who used to work like this every night.  I wrote this after his arrest.
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