"nug" poems
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.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
Oh he lost his dreams,
lost his being,
his will to seem,
to think, to be,
to feel, to see,
he went down to the bottom of every nug,
little boy, little child,
heating up that,
green ****
dank skunk filling,
rooms and missing the gaps in his,
little heart,
but coming so close,
getting so numb,
intoxicatingly close to,
an actual feeling approximating,
someone close, someone caring.
Don't go to class. Don't go to school.
Stay in your room smoking.
Invite a few friends,
occasionally, not too often,
must keep appearances,
Must keep appeasing,
As he becomes disheveled,
As he looks for Molly,
Alice and Squiggy,
Hugs his grinder,
like his late mother...
Little boy, little fool,
how young you must be,
not to see the truth.
oh but to be sure,
he was his own little *****
Till his blood pressure rose,
And the heart attacks came quickly,
He couldn't stop, couldn't stop,
He must have died that day,
Oh, he must still be dreaming,
Still in the clouds,
In a kingdom far away from here,
a Kingdom of one,
solemnly,
named addiction and persecution,
of Self.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
Frosty purple nug
Big enough for you and me
Purple hairs and crystals
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
To my fantastic friend Ronnie Lee
For being such good company
I am thankful for compliments you give
Flirtatiousness you ask me to forgive
But I know pick-up lines are all in good fun
****** sense of humor don't bother me none
I get your jokes
You get mine
Find some way to boost my self-esteem each time
A kind word
Wink
Or a "Hey pretty girl"
Instantly brightens my world
I like when you say "Where's my hug?"
Those days we smoke a tasty nug
When you go wish you'd stay longer
Conversation makes our friendship stronger
You do not gossip or start drama
You just want to have fun
If **** goes down you have my back and your gun
You may be old-aged but you're young at heart
Only thing that stinks about you is your farts
I hope this brings smiles to your face
You have proof of my affection (in pen so it can't be erased)
This is to say thanks for being a pal through the years
If you need anything know I am here
It is rare to meet an honest soul in this world of pretend
You are a one-of-a-kind friend!
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
I'm a bad kid
Forget the fact my life's been tragic
Just slap on your labels
And please get back to your madness
Your majesty
I see your money makes you better than me
This sweaters the only thing that stoppin the freeze
Hey mr policeman
Planning on locking me up
For this nug I got up under my nuts
I'm finna BUST
upon your forehead, therefor
We'd be even
You got 5 years of my life
I got you covered in *****
(IT'S SO STUPID)
Base your movements off of what the group did
See the fate of chickens
But ya still wanna be cooped in?
Dumb ***** howling, sou proud of their foolishness
Shroud, the be forced to bow down by their stupid wit
Your branded
What about your individuality?
You're gonna let it perish
Over gucci & some louis v's?
The only Louie I like, is some C.K.
Ying-Yang
Spark a bit of laughter from the sea of pain
I see your pain, I wanna help,
But you just gotta learn yourself
A books only as good as all the time it's spent up off the shelf
This is some self help ****
Swell with it
Only you can close the gates of hell with
x2
Action, Action,
They saying i'm a bad kid...
My reaction?
We never had no interaction!
You're plastic.
Never spent a minute in the kitchen
Basing everything you think of off of fashion.
MADNESS.
Picking apart
Pieces of matter that matter
For they are a piece of the heart
Peace of the heart
Only get madder and madder
If you do not know who you are
Find yourself
FInd yourself in pain,
Find yourself in hurt,
Remind yourself to smile while your spirit is still part of this world
Physically
Cuz I been hella lazy
**** this sloppy body
Tryna stop me rockin your noggins
Like I was cocky rocky
Need a montage
Need a dollar
Need a drake verse
WAIT..
You're tellin me all I need to do is the **** work??
x2
Action, Action,
They saying i'm a bad kid...
My reaction?
We never had no interaction!
You're plastic.
Never spent a minute in the kitchen
Basing everything you think of off of fashion.
MADNESS.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Young stud
Stick in the mud
Laughing with a mug
Please no dirt on my rug
This smoke I call the sleeper some hot nug
Chug chug!!
Hallelujah!!!
Chug chug!!!!
This ***** up in the skies
Flying high like dragons looming with his eyes
Undisguised
Entwined in the trine
I shine
In time
Lit up the drugs, eyes illuminated red
Head floating past cloud 9 and collide
Bang, bang it is all so furious curiosity and some courtesy got me going currently
Currency need is grinded every day as I pray God guide me send me toward wherever your way.
With faith, I shall not stray, know thy ways as I go hunger more for
spirit thirst and we go again my friend, cause at the end we need to know we balled like Titans and yes we played, prayed, conquered and showed Gods way.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight
if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun
even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
encoding sounds with the 26, will never be exact, nor worth deciphering if previously unheard, but it will be more than what western society currently offers with a passive gesture of thinking itself lacking criticism or thereby critical attachment shoving it elsewhere, this grand democratic export: think oneself utopian by shoving one's fakes into other places and return back to oneself to digest a regurgitation.
shree nal sta-ug nah-nug
keelm-neem nadul
am me kuz dool bagul
undumi shee bagū.
nine, for mortal men, to whom to die.
doo nikt kań narkań,
hoo me ni shoo... ah sheel,
borozoomish shi?
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
I'lL hAvE
nO mOrE
iN tHe MoRnInG,
bUt I'm NoT
gOnNa SleEp
TiL iT's GoNe
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC