#smoked
Poetry isn’t something you smoke in secret.
It isn’t a drama struck on the tip of a match.
It is nothing at all
once the heart stops beating.
You don’t get to read me
as if you already know.
Not with that softened gaze,
not with lungs left hollow.
Poetry isn’t smoked—
yet somehow
you inhale it endlessly,
left with dizziness spun from metaphor,
with whirlwinds of silence
that burn,
or else
ache
quietly.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC
You thought that I was easy
to smoke,
But you vaped my lyrics,
now I'm stuck in your lungs,
Cemented words that you cant exhale,
cremated within you.
Your drowning
now comatose verses,
that you thought were strawberry
kisses.
But when you swallowed,
you never chewed.
Now you got razor wire cuts
lacerating you inside.
With every inhale of my lyrical chemical cloud.
You think I'm easy to swallow,
breathing my verses that never leave you,
my words are like asthma on your generation.
Making you wheeze when you don't inhale
enough of my lyrical verse.
They tried to ban me,
but,
every one wants to breath me in.
I'm like a exhale that clouds your thoughts,
but you'll still smoke my verses till
you got tubes huffing and puffing.
Knowing that your last breath
will have my words clinging to your lungs...
Me in in liquorice
kisses that will last on your lips.
I'm the last kiss you taste,
my words will be
on your deathbed..
Here lies verses
that were simple
but never left you.
cremated with the words
I choked on the lyrics.....
but I'd smoke them again.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
you know i still love you
but i will always hate you too
for so many reasons
leaving me alone at 6 on friday nights till 10am the next day
i never ate enough
you never noticed
i never did my homework and lied saying i did
you hardly checked
i hurt myself
you never noticed
but you're my dad, i can't just only hate you
but i feel the need to
cause the pain you put me in
i will never forget
the phone calls that i have to initiate with a text
i'm sorry i'm a bad child
i'm so sorry i'm ****** up
and i'm sorry you don't know how to parent
i'm sorry i love my mom more than i'll ever love you
but i love you dad
you know i do
you just don't know how much i hate you
thanks for kinda raising me
you yelled
i cried
you drank
i cut
you smoked
i smoked
you slept
i drank
you went out
i stayed up till you got home
i'm sorry but i feel the need to say goodbye
to the father i wished you were
so i fan finally accept the real father you are
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Lately I've fallen down,
deeper then I can dig myself out,
I've taken up smoking when they only make things worse,
My skin itches because I am allergic to some of the chemicals,
My body can't breath well enough for a good while after,
asma or not, I have to remember I wasn't breathing when I started,
at least now I feel my body trying. to do something.
sometimes if I smoke too much my body can't take it and I *****
funny thing is, I highly doubt any Native American smoked these.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC