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Zero Nine Mar 2017
That feel when
re-burn fills bowl
Queen/King
out of gold
No clean smoke
No hairy rip
I scavenge
for oasis in glass
ash trays
Expect the soft
kiss and faint
*** sweat of old dreams
but the smoke
blows out and once
more the world shifts
For free
...
Zero Nine Mar 2017
****
Green smoke
I swear that there's green in the air

The color of my lenses
as such of my life

Once broken,
always broken

Who's not broken here?

I fall down where I sleep
come unbound by night
or day
I fall down exhausted
but rest will not come
within reach

I fall down
There's one explanation true
That the easy is done,
best pages are turned
Zero Nine Mar 2017
I bought a cow
Purchased her with but words
She works for me now
Grab her by the teats I need
Her drink to live
I swallow milk, keeps me strong
Despite this relationship
all wrong, that she provides
green needs
It's all I want
I used to have a cat, cute
andro-trans boy alien
He ****** my ****
Swallowed *** and ****** me raw
Walls fall apart
Every new best thing sinks and stinks
Under the barn,
I bought a barn
Under which the missing bodies compost
Brain stem. Bzz bzzt.
Cereal and milk.
Xavier Arnold Mar 2017
***
I like that feeling
A pulsing warmth
That gives me meaning
Left to flutter all alone
Even whilst with friends
It's the only place I go

As the smoke leaves the pipe
As I give another joint
Another light
Life seems happy

That bubble sound brings a tear to my eye
A room so foggy
It makes you cry
Goodbye

...
ellis danzel Mar 2017
I tried to drink my sorrows away,
but the alcohol wouldn't
take me
like you do.

It can't hold me
in it's arms
like you do.

it can introduce me to new people,
and help me make friends.

but it could
never
kiss me
like you do.

despite
the fact that
I find myself
in a dark alleyway,
thinking about kissing your lips
with my own lips...

my lips
are kissing a bowl,
and
i cannot
bring
myself
to
spark up

without thinking about you.
Banana Mar 2017
These last few months left a bad taste in my mouth;
The bad taste of dagger flavoured alcohol,
Of too much ****, cough syrup and coke.

This month left me empty and broke,
I want to choke out the truth to you but some things are too painful to speak--

I never imagined something so painful wouldn't bleed.
Poetic T Mar 2017
"And exhale,*

        Wow it looks like a cloud of candyfloss,
as teeth try to taste upon the fluffy whiff riding
the air of exhalation.

"And Inhale,

         Lungs expand like balloons, as this melody
of plants and heat retreat inwards. Thoughts explode
like fire crackers and everything is "Chilled dude,

Giggling over nothing, but still they try to feed on
the fluffy clouds exhaled. "Dude this taste like ****,
Both laugh and take another trip on the train of somewhere.
shiv Mar 2017
They're selling heaven for 15 grams.
They're selling love for our souls.
Natalie Feb 2017
Sundays are for writing.
When the excitement of the weekend’s dance has come and gone.
When the laughs and tears and smiles have all been spent and done.
The truth still lingers.

It lies in wait for you to notice it.
“write me down, take note of me,”
it begs and pleads you desperately.
It partners up with happiness and creativity.

The inspirations come flooding in from left and right and down below. With no distractions to bother me, I’ll never tell them no.
My mind is lighting up and racing round at such a speed,
but really,
I’ve most likely smoked a little too much ****.
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