#bic - Hello Poetry

I sat behind the barricade between the street, the bar, and the park overlooking that glistening pause-asteric of the water... my phone was clamped closed at zero battery life so I was alone with the city and the city was alone with me. as subtly as I could, I pulled my pipe from the bottom of my over-encumbered backpack satiated with 6 books (and they tell me knowledge is power, but they'll probably just drive me insane with question after question after question because the study of the world is one in which the brain falls victim to exponential growth 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256) MY SKULL ISN'T BIG ENOUGH I couldn't find my grinder, so I tore the bud by hand. More than half a nug was spent, pushed solid in place like a **** mound about to reach apocalyptic ****** thanks to the soft clitoral bonfire of a red Bic lighter. blaze, set, and fade til you rise again little stoner boy.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC

softcomponent

self-anthropology

I sat behind the barricade between the street, the bar, and the park overlooking that glistening pause-asteric of the water... my phone was clamped closed at zero battery life so I was alone with the city and the city was alone with me. as subtly as I could, I pulled my pipe from the bottom of my over-encumbered backpack satiated with 6 books (and they tell me knowledge is power, but they'll probably just drive me insane with question after question after question because the study of the world is one in which the brain falls victim to exponential growth 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, 64, 128, 256) MY SKULL ISN'T BIG ENOUGH I couldn't find my grinder, so I tore the bud by hand. More than half a nug was spent, pushed solid in place like a **** mound about to reach apocalyptic ****** thanks to the soft clitoral bonfire of a red Bic lighter. blaze, set, and fade til you rise again little stoner boy.

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I pick up this Bic I used to pick up one that made me sick Years and years have floated by like so many clouds on the wind this burning thirst year after year has only gotten worse Gnawing at my brain like a ****** on a fresh piece of birch Freedom isn't free there's a price to pay I'll pay it all

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC

mathieu-goulet

Bic

I pick up this Bic I used to pick up one that made me sick Years and years have floated by like so many clouds on the wind this burning thirst year after year has only gotten worse Gnawing at my brain like a ****** on a fresh piece of birch Freedom isn't free there's a price to pay I'll pay it all

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My bic, safe in my hand My bic, you light up with a flick Flames rise, and shine Dancing like a wisp My dancing flame You rise, and shine A sun within my grasp A light that keep me sane I don’t care about whatever, and whom to blame Was it all what fame? Or was it the crime, the victim. The scar that lead me to walk for so far Head full of shame going back home Carrying back a broken angel Standing strong, wrapped by darkness Blood dripping, tears dropping Pits of hell breaking open Screams shouting Lighting clashing Eyes luxation Worlds shattering Dreams dying Sleeping but now we are awaken My cigarette, my little flash stick Your little smoke rising up carelessly Fading away into the universe My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick Head shakes god **** this really breaks For Christ sake is living a dream make us any less fake? Why is there all this sickening hate? We are all but the same inside out I laugh as the answer But is this is human fate For we are creatures that just knows hate We need hate in order to grow to evolve One plus one equals two But whom I am I to spew this lines and spit these rhymes What makes me anymore different then you fo? For I am but a human waiting for his time I want to fly and I want to shine But I got gun down and stepped on But my heart kept fighting and its beats on My story didn’t end I will never stop my dance For as long as my pen is my partner My smile and laughter will go on

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC

ham-aloufi

My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick

My bic, safe in my hand My bic, you light up with a flick Flames rise, and shine Dancing like a wisp My dancing flame You rise, and shine A sun within my grasp A light that keep me sane I don’t care about whatever, and whom to blame Was it all what fame? Or was it the crime, the victim. The scar that lead me to walk for so far Head full of shame going back home Carrying back a broken angel Standing strong, wrapped by darkness Blood dripping, tears dropping Pits of hell breaking open Screams shouting Lighting clashing Eyes luxation Worlds shattering Dreams dying Sleeping but now we are awaken My cigarette, my little flash stick Your little smoke rising up carelessly Fading away into the universe My bic, my flick, my little cancer stick Head shakes god **** this really breaks For Christ sake is living a dream make us any less fake? Why is there all this sickening hate? We are all but the same inside out I laugh as the answer But is this is human fate For we are creatures that just knows hate We need hate in order to grow to evolve One plus one equals two But whom I am I to spew this lines and spit these rhymes What makes me anymore different then you fo? For I am but a human waiting for his time I want to fly and I want to shine But I got gun down and stepped on But my heart kept fighting and its beats on My story didn’t end I will never stop my dance For as long as my pen is my partner My smile and laughter will go on

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