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Aaron May 2020
When are you going to tire of chasing me?
Making me look into open space sometimes so vacantly
I go and write songs about it, I do
Lose my head trying to find you.

Feels like I'm always so close to the fire
Becoming a danger to myself, I feel like a liar
I remember thinking you could be so cheesy, it was easy
And I’m an open book, everyone can read me.

Is this something you want?
Out the door before my jackets on
And carry on
Where's the magic gone?

You used to turn me on

So you want me to be more apathetic?
But still call me pathetic?
If I'm honest you don’t take me there no more
So why you on my lips for?

Bringing me up just to drag me down
Leaving me here in this crumbling town

You’re the reason I can’t sleep.
Punching your holes in too many of my memories
Making me freeze with your ease
Manipulating my energies

Is this something you want?
Another hit and miss before it’s gone
Is this what I'm living on?

I’m always pouring over messages
Becoming someone else, it's all relative
And I’m so negative
I wanna get high on your sedative

Bringing me back down to earth
Making my feet hurt, their caked in dirt
But I don’t mistake what this is, you’re just a flirt

Where's the magic gone?
It's been too long
And you don’t know how to turn me on
Not anymore.
This is about addiction. Darren Riley.
The Dybbuk Apr 2020
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.
LGY Apr 2020
Boomzzz tikki tikki tikki
Wah Wah oomphz oomphz
me 69 ******* on yo momma and yo sis
Dr Weedlord ain't got time your hissy fits
dunk dur *** all over yo ****
Slap *** and go on reighding
Daddy Boozhead  banging on your meemaw
asdf hu asdofh u asdjfnhau sdfh unh

p.s no women are harmed in the making of this production
Caitlyn Seal Apr 2020
fear not the unknown
but the uncertain
the state of uncertainty
is an empty eternity

this or that
neither this nor that
never escaping doubt
blank direction
I feel this way the following days after smoking. I don’t like ****, but I do it sometimes just to do it. It’s the most frustrating thing because my whole being is uncomfortable because I do not attach to any of my actions. Very strange.
Paper Heart Poet Apr 2020
We met in the haziness 
Hid in its green clouds 
Long breaths of laziness 
Without no care or doubts 

I’m drunk by your liquor eyes
High by your pleasure 
Addicted to your taste
You give me that seizure 

If I’m clean
Free by your dark dirt 
I’m bored when I’m sober 
Without your stains on my T-shirt

You are the danger
I don’t want to avoid 
If it kills me let it be 
Nothing would fill the void

How did I fall for you 
I don’t know 
Your starry eyes captured me
And made me go 
Crazy
Unique Mar 2020
green debris
all over tan seats
tree debris
my mom will get in and ask,
“who’s been smoking ****”

i’ll shake my head
at my clumsiness
**** you shaky hands
and a mind too busy

i’ve been waitin on a good high all day
too bad i spilled my almost rolled blunt
a poem by 16 year old me
Valarola Nikola Mar 2020
Smoke more ****, at night,
Forget in the daylight you wanna die,
Cause life's rough,
And you're tired of acting tough,
So smoke ****, to get high,
Forget that you wanna die,
Forget that you wanna die,
Smoke ****, so high,
Cause trauma leave scars,
And you're thoughts are turning dark,
In my mind it's all a mess,
And I must, I must confess,
Or I'm going to die,
But I'll continue to lie,
So I'll get high, smoke ****,
Until I can succeed,
In forgetting about you,
And the things that you made me do,

Trauma unfortunately makes the world go wrong way round,
Makes good people turn morally 180 upside down,
Do things they wouldn't of done,
If someone hadn't ****** them up,
Smoke ****, get high,
Forget that you wanna die,
Wanna die, wanna die, get high,

Why do people do horrible things?
It's like a circular cycle of a ring,
It goes round and round, trauma does,
And it's so, it's so ****** up,
So we smoke ****, and get high,
To forget that we want to die,
Because someone hurt us in a way,
That still affects us to this day,
So we numb our brain,
With any kind of novocaine,
Because trauma is pain,
Every day, that's why I'm insane,
And I want it to stop, stop, stop,
So I take a pufffff,
of ****, to get high,
Forget that I wanna die,

Trauma unfortunately makes the world go wrong way round,
Makes good people turn morally 180 upside down,
Do things they wouldn't of done,
If someone hadn't ****** them up,
Smoke ****, get high,
Forget that you wanna die,
Wanna die, wanna die, get high.
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