"vaped" poems
This plant is green ,
This plant is beautiful ,
This plant is trouble ,
This plant is great ,
This plant is bad ,
This plant is colorful ,
This plant is strong ,
This plant has feelings,
This plant is illegal,
This plant is amazing,
This plant is **** ,
**** taste good ,
**** smells good ,
**** makes you feel good ,
**** is helpful ,
**** is smoked ,
**** is vaped,
**** is rolled up ,
**** is great ,
But its time to stop ,
**** you will be missed ,
**** it was fun ,
**** is great ,
**** is a plant!
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 12:08 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
Towards the end, there was The Good Place inside of The Dying Place.
The raven watches silently.
You were drifting on waves of Ativan while I vaped in the courtyard before I flipped the mouse card. Lotioning your feet—now yellowing.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” I said to the nurse. “But here, take this” as I handed her the phone I yanked from the wall.
No more distractions, please.
An advance copy on a projector screen. Downton Abbey in The Dying Place. You couldn’t believe it. But you also couldn’t stay awake.
Nowadays when I say “calzone”
I’m actually saying “can I have another year on loan?”
When I think about bourbon in the rainbow-speckled glass, it’s a sip-by-sip plea to get those years back.
Alas…
I hold your hand.
The dolphin returns.
I kiss your head.
The mouse rests.
One last breath.
And the raven's wing lifts.
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 11:43 AM UTC
It's hard for me to open up to people
Because I am not where I have been.
I put up a pretty strong wall and it takes a lot for someone to get past it.
I have changed alot.
I justified the things I did, because honestly I needed to.
I got so low, I tried to die. I tried to **** myself.
People don't understand that when you are that low you will try anything to get yourself out of that hell. Just for a minute.
So yes, I have gotten high and I have tried alcohol and I have vaped.
Am I proud of that?
No.
But in the moment those things distracted me from my head and that is why I did them.
Because if I could distract myself long enough I could make it through another day.
I was living in hell.
I still have hellish days.
If you do any of those things, you aren't a bad person.
If they are helping you make it through today then that is okay.
Find something to hold onto.
Anything
And eventually you will start improving and your life will change.
Don't be to hard on yourself, we are all trying.
Keep going.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
unconditional
yea its a picture
of something we cant control
you need something quicker
normally we barely count the roll
cut the check and liquor
im only feeling half disturbed
but now im familiar
song to sing and deaf bird
swallow or robin
the rhyming
goodbye liver
insolence
feminine
coincidence
like you and her
knew her before
friends and *****
skip class or chores
we reminisce past
with cirgerette hands passed
tag team my jose mixed jacked
whiskey filled cracked
with tequila sipped
burn vaped wax'd
her breath stink
some one hand her a tic tac
bit she gets lipped
ripped
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:13 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
now hear this! sing this! you constant Cade, you
choral breakneck in a single sum of man,
brackbreaking in the chaos-rinsing rite of ashed religion!—
choke now, for you used me. a tossing stave to ward off sins
of fratting simpletons and their unsyncopated singing.
—all sixteenths through roughshod roads of wrong-be-gone righteousness.
and why? because i vaped some trebled color to the gray.
oh! what is the
madness-misering measure of a middle-aged man
who through the din of dampened doing, of desperate
dancing on two left feet and wrinkled writhe of witlessness in the mid of being been should shuffle off and coil himself into a crimson cross?
you did it why? for friends and for the fissure,
some bald breach of banality beyond the stoic peach—
and for a frosty flame?
what waste of was you were, and still accomplished are;
that god-grappled greed should unhinge your soul's Sophia
and ever the future fraught.
there is not bracker brine than your bishops ex-cathedra,
for all the feast you fête, and friends you turn upon a spit;
you're hungry for a food that's never fed.
poor witless starving pitchless sum; your death is all my make into an angel, as you so quickly from this earth will shred
and songs adduced unto the celebration same.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC