"vape" poems
The hood won't be the same,
We're out standing in the rain,
To encourage sprouts as we once did our children;
For down the road you see it's as legal,
As a Timmy's and a cream-cheese bagel,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
On this side of our border,
Starting this October,
We'll bake it, vape it, roll and bowl to take it;
Down the road you see it's now legal,
The price of home grown's dropped to zero,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale and some will eat it;
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
I'm awake and it astounds me,
My four plants that surround me;
We've realized what we've long been dreaming;
For there's a store where we can cop some,
Come the fall fresh buds will blossom,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.
Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale, and some will eat it,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
The hood won't be the same,
We're out standing in the rain,
To encourage sprouts as we once did our children;
For down the road you see it's as legal,
As a Timmy 'n cream-cheese bagel,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
On this side of our border,
Starting this October,
We'll bake it, vape it, roll and bowl to take it;
Down the road you see it's now legal,
The price of home grown's dropped to zero,
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale and some will eat it;
We're good to grow the free green grass at home.
I'm awake and it astounds me,
My four plants that surround me;
We've realized what we've long been dreaming;
For there's a store now where we can cop some,
Come this fall fresh buds will blossom,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.
Yes we're all on board to greet it,
Some inhale, and some will eat it,
We're good to grow our free green grass at home.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Given up smoking
now doing one of them there
vaping things
e-cigarettes
keeping smoke clean
for all the rest of you
that complained
yes cherries in my head
are you all getting your vitamins
did not want to bring that up
but is your waste slimmer than mine
smiling here
sorry but just words.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
neon lights
skyscrapers
busy streets
blank faces
empty pockets
innocence lost
in thin air.
overturned truck
honking cabs
bumber to bumper
broken rib
missing tooth
bruised eye.
rotten flesh
distant shadows
scattered bullets
cardboard signs
wailing women
hushed tones.
pinch of salt
freshly squeezed lime
shot glass
vape juice
white cloud
euphoria.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
the feeling of unwanted fingertips tends to wash over my skin in the same manner that the cold washed over yours
but heat transfers, or lack-there-of.
it was in this way that i became sick,
or maybe the smoke i've filled my lungs with had finally done me in.
i drank cough syrup either way.
i guess i was unaware at the time, but the smell of cherries was what did me in.
cherries, and i felt your hands once again
cherries, and my breathing nearly stopped all at once
cherries, and my hands began to tremble so violently that i dropped the bottle.
cherries, as i leaned over the toilet throwing up sticky sweet memories
cherries, as i drew further and further into myself and, subsequently, closer into your arms
cherries, as my eyes dried from the excessive tears and i could no longer manage any noise.
cherries, as your cold transferred into me and your hands clenched around my wrists
cherries, as the entire weight of your body was laid on top of mine
cherries, and i couldn't move, i couldn't scream, i couldn't see
cherries, as your voice echoed in my mind, preventing me any relief from this nightmare,
cherries.
no, not even the simplest of coughs could find relief under such strain.
because my cough syrup smelled like your red slushee vape juice,
i froze. and i couldn't pick myself up again
i couldn't front the storm, i couldn't slip you into my pocket
i couldn't put you on the back burner.
i couldn't erase you from my mind no matter how many times i tried i couldn't wipe you off of my skin no matter how hard i scrubbed
i couldn't close my eyes without hearing your voice telling me to stay still i cant stop smelling your ******* red slushee vape juice because the scent accompanies every panic attack and every breakdown.
and i sure as hell couldn't stop the blood from flowing once it had started.
the stress that made it hard to breathe had gotten to you, inside of me
and there was so much blood.
the doctor said it was normal for it to be about the same consistency as cherry cough syrup.
i can't drink it anymore.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
You'll always be first
Tied together forever
What a mess we've made.
Running from the cops
I ****** you to get even
Nothing more than that.
This will be our last
The end to our playground love
I try to forget
Shotgunning your vape
I tried to get to know you
You didn't let me
I don't even know
what your actual name is
but you made me ***
For such a big truck
and all that talk that you talk
you didn't last long
I took a xanax
And your face looked just like his
And then you were done
I hope this isn't
the only haiku for you.
I kind of like you.
We finally ******
then someone else came along
to mess it all up.
Back where we started
I thought things were said and done
Never say never
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Tuesday night, just like every other night, a perfect night to vape.
Realizing, going against the grain is how society progresses.
All these changes leading way to these successes.
Making the past complain, questioning the new.
This **** is providing a new view, brain is set on brew, one you cant subdue.
These gingerbread cookies are ******* fantastic.
Did I just rap?
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Don't let life fool you
but don't let it get you down
take the good along with the bad
sometimes I get so drunk
no place to go out, out
no pub or nightclub to give amusement
that's the time
I get inside my head
not evening sniffing any flowers
but by learning my artistic powers
and typing them out
there is so many to find
sometimes I see words
I did not think I knew how to find
and that's my surreal mind
******* on my vape
I feel like a caterpillar
sitting on a mushroom
so take the good with the bad
and be glad you had.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Given up smoking
Now doing vaping
So goodbye to the old comforts
And to the lines plugged in my walls
Where smoking's not the same
It's kinda a vaped dream
Without the daze
Of evil ways up yesterday.
#vapeon #switching
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
I guess I could have put all this into a text message, but I wanted you to have something written by these weathered hands.
I swear if you make me smile one more time, my face will crack. My cheeks will split like chapped lips in winter air, and it will prove that feelings like this can hurt too, no matter how amazing they are.
You make me feel alive. It's almost as if you walked into my head, and told all the bad things they had to find another place to live. That my subconscious was no longer their place to crash. I hope that makes sense to you. If it doesn't, I apologize, as a writer I have an analogy for everything and sometimes I'm too cryptic for my own good.
The truth is you make me so nervous because every good thing I've ever experienced has ended in agony, and this is so good that I'm afraid in the end it might **** me. There's a gnawing in the pit of my stomach, telling me to run because it's never as good as it seems. But I ignore it, and stay, because I trust you.
I trust you so much it is scary.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I can't vape
I’m too addicted
to the nicotine of my youth
I thought I could
But nope
I’m not good at moderation
So a short lived experiment
into sanitized smoking
dies a quick and ***** death
goodbye vape
I wish.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Lee was posted up in in usual spot
back by the stacks,
with his phone on life support.
Its umbilical cord was knotted up like a nest,
and held together by electrical tape.
It sat next to his vape
box and a stack of books
about the GED, twenty-fist century
side hustles and back issues of Ebony.
People come in and out of the library
and everyone says hi to Lee,
He is the man to see,
He asks about their lives and gives sage advice –
How you been, my man?
How’s the kids doin’, girl?
How’s married life treatin’ you, my dude?
My man, you gotta do this.
Babygirl, look into that.
Don’t wear your hat like that,
Boy, ya look silly.
Lee lives in a van
that he parks nearby
so he can job-hunt on the free wifi
even when the place is closed.
If you feel sorry for me, don’t
says Lee
I’m the freest now I’ll ever be,
so, don’t you dare take pity on me
I’m doing all I can do,
being all I can be.
Everything’s temporary.
Tomorrow I could be you,
you could be me
we’re just one bad day,
one scratch-off lottery ticket away
from swapping places, my man.
Yeah, I live in that van
parked outside the library
but if you think I’m sad,
you’re thinking wrong,
Won’t see me moping, or doping
floating along
you won’t see me frowning,
or drowning,
singing a sad song.
I’m happy with all that I got
who wouldn’t wanna be in my spot,
I’m The King
of the Library Parking Lot.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Remember when you were a child
And you answered back with "I don't care"
Well, it's high time you did
This is the time to care
With the corona virus attacking everyone in sight,
You have to care
IT DOESN'T CARE if you are Chinese, Spanish, American, Canadian, British, Australian, Korean.
IT DOESN'T CARE what color your skin is
Whether you are white, black, brown, yellow or blue
IT DOESN'T CARE if you are straight, gay, bisexual, trisexual, gender transitional
IT DOESN'T CARE if you like horses, or dogs, or cats, or fish or lemmings for that matter
IT DOESN'T CARE if you are a doctor, nurse, stay at home mom, teacher, warehouse worker, priest, homeless, bricklayer, hockey player, nun, librarian, store clerk
IT DOESN'T CARE if you are a celebrity, sports figure, local politician, have one friend or a thousand
IT DOESN'T CARE if you eat vegan, meat, have celiac disease, smoke, vape, eat through a tube
IT DOESN'T CARE if you believe in God, Buddha, are Jewish, Baptist, Agnostic, Atheist, Wiccan, or talk to the trees
GOT IT? IT DOESN'T CARE.
YOU SHOULD CARE.
You told your parents "I don't care". Well, you better start.
CARE about your family, friends, and yourself
CARE about your neighbors, their family, friends, and relatives
CARE about your work mates, their families, friends, and relatives
CARE about the front line workers, theirs families, friends and relatives
CARE about the world.
LISTEN AND LEARN. LISTEN AND DO. LISTEN AND CARE
Don't listen to blowhards who call it a hoax. IT DOESN'T CARE...it's waiting for you if you do
Don't follow the stupid internet suggestions like add bleach to your water. IT'S DOESN'T CARE...it's waiting for you too.
Don't plan on being in Church for Easter. IT DOESN'T CARE...It's waiting for you as well.
GET IT? FOLLOW THE WORDS OF THE MEDICAL EXPERTS, NOT THE POLITICIANS.
IT DOESN'T CARE who you listen to, but, It's waiting.
START CARING...NOW!!!
LISTEN, LEARN, DO AND CARE. STAY SAFE.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
If you can't see,
How can you expect to be free,
Sitting on your knee,
Taking it all,
Paying a hidden fee,
To the engine.
Selling your soul,
Thinking you're not part of the sin,
And then wondering why does it smell so foul.
You're in it,
And so am I,
And so are the masses.
Programmed over the eras,
To chase the escape,
Forgetting that it's just vape.
Who are we kiddin?
We all can see,
Fom the seats we're sitting in,
Absorbing the malicious,
Expelling the benevolence,
and being blatantly shameless,
Forgetting that such an exsistence should be nameless.
But here we are,
Here we are,
Smitten by the evil kitten,
Claiming what can we do,
What can we do?
Who are you shittin?
Who are we shittin?
But ain't it fittin.
I guess we do belong,
We did reap what we sowed,
And we did it all together.
Here's a pill,
Forget that it'll make you ill,
But this is it.
There is no escape.
So why are we looking for salvation,
In the new phone,
In the company raise,
In the new hand bag.
Same fallacy,
Different phase,
Moving on.
The salvation you seek,
Is something that you'll find inside,
And even when you do,
She will never stick around.
So accept,
That every day won't be amazing,
And don't forget,
That everyday doesn't have to be bad,
And that's what this life is made of,
Till the day we all are just vape.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
Let's all be honest... for once... let us all admit this statement...
Each of us has impaled a dozy pill of mistakes... inhaled regrets fragrant
A prescription of the many countless regrets... failures... and stupid moments
They come back like a drug side effect, attacking you as their opponent
Losing your sense of reality as you drunkenly laugh at the blessings
Numb to kindnesses touch as you roll off the couch of security... nervously sweating
Openly abusing the precious, pure body of wisdom... deaf to her rejecting scream...
She stood by your side... Telling you not to take another drink... not to get lost in marijuana's dream...
A foolish smirk sneaks on your face, your mind clouded by the vape and tobacco, blocking your judgment
Carelessly touching in all the wrong places... pleasurable? Your conscious shows no lament
Your lips are a bite... Your touch is a knife... your words are a poison... to not only wisdom... for it will backfire
You are finally evicted from Illusions hallucinations... you fell for such a devilish liar.
Your brain has rung the alarm to your entire body... memories of unwise choices bring head trama
A heavy alcoholic breath escapes your mouth of regretted words... full of gossips drama
You wobble on unstable feet.. and do not achieve your desired balance...
Falling to your knees... you see the blood... the tears... and the saliva of someone who is guilty... no use in using words of parlance
No lies can hide the guilt that clokes your face...
All evidence leads you down to your fate...
"Drugged and Drunk of Regrets" was the charge placed against you... then you were sent away
But be careful... Memories, thoughts, and feelings can lead your mind astray.
"Set them free... You have been given mercy..."
The Judge granted, without one drop of regret and worry
...Mercy... You have been given mercy for your crime...
So why continue to drug your self on regrets? It's not worth a dime!!
DON'T GET DRUNK ON THE PAST!!!!
THE OLD IS GONE!!! THE PAST WON'T LAST!!!
DON'T CONTINUE TO ****** YOUR THOUGHTS OF A HOPEFULLY FUTURE!!
I HAVE DONE THAT!!! DON'T BE HAPPINESSES CONSUMER!!
We all have been Drugged and Drunk of Regrets...
but the best thing to do... it to apologize... and forget...
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
my heart is on fire
one half cup espresso, a vape
and a song that drapes my heart in a purple fire,
with the same purple glow inside the go go bar
where that dancer handed Bukowski a dried lily
But only for a moment.
lesson #104 and the
music rides a sine wave into
my left ear.
I sat upon a lotus pad and kept
a straight back
the Angelus Novus couldn’t (insert link)
close its wings against
the winds of Paradise so
elated were the Gods by the
progress of man.
so high the rubble of the wreckage the
view from its summit rivaled the
vantage gained from
standing atop the Six Grandfathers within the
Four-headed Dog from across the pond.
national broadcast in the jungle and
all the box would do is
talk
and all the cockroaches would do is
persist
and all the machetes would do is
hack
and all the bodies burned
and Felicien Kabuga was kindly granted asylum by the West
and remained at large for over 25 years.
THANKS A LOT SWITZERLAND.
(insert link)
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
Kiss me good-bye until the thunder stops clapping,
until the moon starts glowing, until we all crawl
back to the fireplace, where the logs are burning
and the kids are laughing. Take me to the underground,
to a place I’ve never heard about.
Make me forget how I’ve hurt you.
Ask me questions, even if I can’t give you
all the answers.
Please accept my excuses, even if they’re useless.
Drink coffee with me, beneath the terrace,
as the smokers vape, and the drinkers guzzle.
Tell me what you love about the sunshine
that peeks under the rainclouds.
And tell me to stop,
if I’m talking too much.
Because I can listen to you speak,
on this cassette tape, over and over.
Press play.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
(Cebuano word, an identifier for a male person whom we do not know by name.)
Here's a story of a not so lovely baby
Hey babay go'ne my way
Faded, on his way, shameless
Maybe needs some work....
What the hey, anyhow he play
The game of heart break
Silent now
Shirk and shake it off your shoulders
Telling myself insistingly
"He ain't my responsibility"
"I won't feel bad - take care of your own
****
We smoke and vape
The other **** we hit the days wide awake
My bad, acquaintance not much else
A brief voicemail
he is shaming whispering
"Hey bakla - what are you?"
Who that Price?
when your ice glaciers melt
And garbage comes bubbling up
From under your breath
So Truly only you
For reals tho'
Be he the abandoned one
Early on broke
Those years ago a kid
Hatred your imaginary friended
You're a G in your head
Spite quiets down when
Down and out ...
Crazy to suddenly
See you now
Still loathing me
And somehow I believed it
As cries for help but
Hungry wolf each night
Is still a dog
planning to bite.
Still angry at me for nothing's right
Just another sod
To prey and feed
Upon...
Yow not a dog
Your it's flea.
To think I prayed for you...
Forgot the gist of this
So so sorry
No kidding this morning
No taller story
Than pretending to be something
Worthy.
As friend as family.
Now you're just a ****
Someone Without a name
If Strangers call you ****
I still do not know you
Aren't that close with
Who you've wronged before...or
Why I'm an open door,
Walked on all over
Sorry so tardy to tell you
No more.
****
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Puff the magic, drags
Of flavorful liquid smoke.
Trendy e-cig pens.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Red
Bed
Lead
Head
Gob
Rob
Sob
Mob
Flit
Fit
Bit
Writ
Ooze
Cruise
Choose
Lose
Glut
****
Rut
Mutt
Ace
Race
Space
Face
Haze
Craze
Daze
Maze
Crump
****
Dump
Slump
Wipe
Ripe
Snipe
Tripe
Dub
Grub
Tub
Hub
Gnaw
Draw
Flaw
Saw
Gape
Ape
Tape
Vape
Lick
Sick
Nick
Pick
Flop
Plop
Drop
Mop
Age
Rage
Sage
Page
Bend
Tend
Mend
End
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
My body's full of toxins,
My head is full of smoke
My liver's decimated,
And every night I ****
The little girl you left behind
Is still somewhere inside of me,
Tucked beside my one night stands
And alcohol-induced debauchery
I still love to sing and dance,
But the innocence is gone
'Cause it's ***** grinding now
On some random's back lawn.
I'll always have the manners you taught,
How to say thank you and please,
Especially around officers
As I'm hiding my bag of ****
My choices may not be the best,
But better they are by far
Than a life inside a cubicle,
I prefer my stool at the bar
But I count myself lucky to know
That whenever this haze clears,
I'll be facing the path I need to take
To face all of my tears and fears
The future is a scary place,
Hard to face without an escape,
But growing up means no more games,
No more shots or **** to vape
So goodbye to my old comforts,
I must face this world head-on
With friends by my side and a goal in my head
I hope my past isn't completely long-gone
Would you care to take my hand once more?
To guide me down this road?
Or is it a new hand I should seek,
To help me bear this load?
Lover beside me, help to guide me
Questionable past, please last
Moral light, please remain bright
But first,
Just one more
Puff, puff
Pass
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
Purple, the color for strong women
My mother boldly says,
I am not sure what she means
But she isn’t completely right in the head
The look in her eyes when she is distressed
When panic takes over, taking her breath
Again I take this, I turn it about me
Writing some more sad poetry
While she speaks some nonsense
Another day she runs away from the cops
I pretend it isn’t real, a cloud of vape in my head
But it is digging like a drill, all that is said
One, two, three, elementary
Tears roll down,
The same way they do from pine trees
Thundering clouds, lightning
Bursting in this shell, my head
Purple, the color for strong women
But I am gray instead.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC