"wiff" poems
He de-seeded himself into three pieces and proceeded to grow a tree of decieving, you see.
One seed of the tree was greed, so all it would breed was to feed our needs.
Once we used up all its weeds we decided to dig deep to see what this tree was hiding.
There it was, all along infront of our eyelids.
The roots of this tree grew in all directions endlessly.
How could this be?
One seed for greed, one seed for achieving infinity..?
And for the third, I (eye) tried to see through the mystery of the last seed I collected all the ingredients to cook up the last grand meal.
Stirring it I caught a quick wiff of its essence and for a mere second I felt free, I acknowledged the knowledge of being me.
My brain was introduced to DMT and I also knew the signifigance of the truth, now I knew what I had to do.
Convinced of the truth but I still follow all your rules, im not insane I wouldnt go blow up a school but I swear, latley my brain been telling me, only options I have is to accept my destiny or change it by a killing spree.
I know you are testing me but how am I supposed to enjoy this beautiful scenery if I cant even get this stress of my chest so I can rest again peacefully.
I knew I owe my soul to this tree for the knowledge its giving me.
I try to hold on to my memories but as its leaves they fall eventually...
It kills me everyday, living, knowing its not for me.. not for me...
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Upon a morning dreary
I took a **** which left my ******* weary
I wiped
I flushed
I exited the bathroom blushed
Twelve hours passed
Since that horrid **** left my ***
And low and behold
A smell flowed to my nose
Just as a burning arose
Underneath my *******
I knew too late the **** had stained
The flesh, my taint tucked under my ******** train
ONE WIPE WAS NOT ENOUGH...
Pretty soon around six o'clock
There came upon my door a knock knock knock
And who was there?
Who did I hear calling to my ears?
It was the *** positive, gonarreah infested, scabies encrusted, syphilis ridden, transexual sex-kitten I had started a relationship with over Craig's List
Now, listen children carefully to this...
***** tucked hisher's lips around hisher's teeth
And began a ******* that could make the Hulk weak
But it was over in a jif
When ***** caught a wiff
And that little sneak
Took a pervy peak
At the feces widely spread underneath
***** RAN AWAY CRYING
I was laughing so hard I thought I was dying
That pesky little poo
Left on hisher bottom lip
Made that entire bathroom trip
FULLFILLING
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Coffee in the mornings
******* afternoons
Smoking joints in joints
Listening to music
Every night by moon
My youth went up
As another puff
As another sniff , a wiff
And before I knew it
I was looking very ruff
I can't even remember
If I slept at all
Or who I was sleeping with
For all I see are faces
Their names I don't recall
Rosebud tripped on the step
Coming out the entrance door
She fell into my open arms
I would never be the same man
As I was just before
See most women
Leave their jewelry
Rosebud left her name
Rosebud loved the thunder
Rosebud loved the rain
She scared me like lightning
Laugh at all my pain
She never asked me if I loved her
She never said the same
She laid her head upon my shoulder
Said when you're gone
I will be sorely pained
Rosebud tripped on the step
Coming out the entrance door
And fell into my open arms
I would never be the same man
As I was just before
See most woman
Leave their jewelry
Rosebud left her name .
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
i smoke the ****** people take a wiff
i cant tie ma shoes but i can *** yo *****
i walk that streets wit my boombastic reggae styl
we go to ma doops bungaloo and he says *** and stay a while
we find some bittys wit a fat *** and tell them theat they fine
they say we're creeps witout jobs we say they need some wine
turns out they werent down to *** like an assembly line
tired i go home down tha empty reggae street
i light tha **** i light tha spliff till i cannot feel my feet
a car puls up i drop my cup they say to get in the backseat
im ****** about the cup it had my last brew and i want to drop a **
i owe them money i have none they brake ma kneecaps what fun
they throw me out the car, away i scurry
she got a big ***** so i call her big *****
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
How to make nonsense out of bitter citrus fruits
Leave them be, already a font of nonsensical egg yolks
You do this for yourself, your own self, and no other self
Endure another fortnight daliance, you dance forthrightly
Absorb information like paranoia
The facts are lying in bed with an orange banana
How to make something lasting in a world cursed with impermanence
It cannot be done. It simply cannot be done.
The length of a breadbasket will often determine
the size of the loaf
The ratio of meat to potatoes makes nonsensical lemonade
The worst kind...worse than the worst
This document is not intended for distribution
during the lifetime of the author
Only with his passing disseminate expecting sympathy for
the old poet's story, how rarely it truly changes
The ingredients for the above mentioned nonsense
have been properly proportortioned and mixed per instruction
Take a wiff, you can smell the sweet aroma of their baking vapor
As a child I ate spoonfuls of baking powder
The aroma certainly saturates the proceedings
Almost intoxicating how it smacks your heart with nostalgia
The stupid cartoons, the National Lampoon stolen from the convenience store you hung out in
Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in, Out in
That, my friend, is the beginning from the end
That, my foe, is the bleedin' end of the road
I'm in Ian Curtis' voice, deadening repetion
Day in Day out, Day in Day out, Day in Day out, Day in Day out, Day in Day out
Ding, Ding, the timer in the kitchen chimes it's melancholy ring
The nonsense is at this present moment complete
Ready to serve, ready to eat
and please don't choke on my words, I'm half asleep
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
H'min in I want some, and this Vita Mix thing 'round here
'dat gets an eyes wiff of this sort of thing and it starts singing
ringing a real living day dream 'get on over here' all of a sudden
seems I'm thirsty no drink in years Basil where's that friendly Dandelion
and last I saw they were all out together with baby Spinach and baby Kale
an' were looking quite sweetly there 'bout ready for what they so beautifully do,
see and ask 'em if they'd come along with all their great buds willing be super brew
for a little bit dear, needy and overly due sweety and we's more exacting on being more
the cup of tea of super elixirs, gets this dude feeling quite bit better on and maybe next task-set
don't set him so far down under and year after lil' bit sweeter and lighter yet; beyond our sweetness
magically green goddess's delight of the kind of treatment sometimes hard to find between themselves
those red blood bearing types; so let's call on down Cilantro, get on down and out some more 'dem ****
heavy metals, how 'bout this dude anybody kno where he could trick a book into dropping off a truck load of SuperKombu, ordinary Kelp and while we're here now; now can we form our hearts around every shore and river that pours into thee before it is too much more of woe are the seas; I'm going to go on now but 'dat one's got black holed gravity's; Chlorella, Spirulina, Blue Greens Bloom Algaes taken with care and sampling testing is what by me next to LOVE Love and well and the water there a very dear and essential shimmering part of God to me; Temple Body Temple Earth; be they battered tattered near or see it far two homes each has got; We All Holy Stewards; are we sleeping on the job; no captain at the helm; did we check in and walk out and get high and expect a check and hope to keep our jobs; please help me; how would each of 7 billion else describe; give me your dreams and or each your fears;
what do you want;
come alive or
disappear!!!!
R
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
You big bloated orange moon
Hanging there in this heavy air
You have stolen summer
Eaten it right up and laughed
You have opened the night for lovers
You have burped out a sigh
A wiff of smoke; camp fires burn low
Eager for what lies ahead...I dread
After the regal colors of Autumn
Snow will chill my bones
So, gloat now you blighted orb
I will laugh a pumpkin laugh alas...
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
Is the edge of the cliff
the time of your death?
Or the realities sudden wiff
of: "this is not your final breath".
Are the falling skies
tumbling over your head?
Or your happy moments in disguise,
from the tragic ending in red.
The conception of lives subtractions and additions
is the everlasting question to find lives prohobitions
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Fine powder of the hour,
a blissful blue
Take a wiff
Just a sniff
Arouse-awake
gravity
Let us sink into the earth’s core and melt into the soil,
We shall grow into beautiful flowers and trees
At this hour
nirvana
Euphoric touch
humble momentum
docile caress from a drug
Analgesic-Analeptic
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Hawwoween haf come and gone
Excoove me if you pweeve-
Wiff aw the weft ow'er candy-
The cowomel stwuck to my teeve!
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Honestly, I was paralysed
Quick breathed, chest choking kind
That numbs to the tips of fingers
And the bottom of the heart,
Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow.
Its stings,
bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away;
All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt
That has me wilting round my shadow.
I think I might have seen something,
Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam,
Blinkers just a little skew-wiff
To let the light in and shine on your bare ***
Going to town between someone else's legs.
You dont look half as nice now,
Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly
And its gross, like those meaty moans
That make you sound like a boar.
I can't call her a ***** not really,
But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one
Screaming obscenities to God
As if hed take time out of his
Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies,
Deity bowing his head to watch
You smash into her and smash us to pieces.
You're shuddering and shes faking those screams
There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man.
But your not, you're a coward
Who's **** is fond of flattery,
chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted.
I dont think I'm upset anymore.
I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground
I'm crunching down the gravel,
shedding my committment,
It's has a satisfying sound that dies
Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me.
'It's not what you think'
It's funny because I honestly
Hadn't thought anything except
I'd never never seem you like that before;
Not so raw and pasty
And ugly.
Maybe you'll meander back into my mind
As divine as you have been before
But right now I deplore the memory.
I dont love you
Because I dont know who you are.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
I just want to breathe In a wiff,
of that crisp morning mountain air.
Sink my teeth into the taste of life,
and filter the smoke out of my lung.
I have felt my foundation shift,
but I guess I’ve never really cared...
So lets hit this road tonight.
Taking another step into the horizon.
The funny thing about asking questions
is that you never know the answer.
Like why the hell are we floating?
Yet bound to this earthly ground?
Well I guess I’ve learned my lesson:
gravity is just a cancer.
I want to fly into the horizon,
and not be stuck six feet underground.
My world is spinning.
But I don’t feel it move.
you might think that I’m crazy,
but yours is spinning too...
and death is only a beginning.
a pathway to some other life.
and freedom comes when were living,
as if we’re wanting to die.
Have you ever felt like you living?
But we’re really just in a dream?
Have you ever felt like you were moving?
But really stuck swimming upstream?
Life is a mess at best.
Perfection’s just a mythic story told aloud.
Yet it’s an honorable quest I guess,
But I need some wings to lift me off this ground.
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 10:16 AM UTC
Silently farts explode through the night
Evidence the essence of last nights dinner delight
A hinyt of black bean sauce mixed with sprite
My nose catches a wiff I catch a fright
My girl smell da wibe say boi keep ya boungie tight
Pushing off my advances to cuddle she say boi not tonight
I let off another one and almost take flight
She jump out da bed and grab a knife
I say easy baby lets not fight
Cause you cook dat **** anyway lets get it right
I know baby lets get a kite
and we bun she down til my tummy was tight
its 2:49 I just cut on the light
My belly hurting my comfort, I write
Laptop batteries about to go dead I bid you all goodnight
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
my fingers smell like Camels eternally
because we all take life very seriously
and my appetite just died
because I got a wiff of curdled milk I fed a sunflower seed
and was reminded that I want to thizz
but lack the funds
to do so.
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC
I am not Phoenix
I will not rise from my ashes
When I burst into flame
Only my ashes will remain
I am not everlasting love
Just a memories horde
Of days and years of passion
laying in the ruins as ashes
I am not an eternity
Just a wiff of smoke and wind
Place my remains on a tier of wood
Set the fire as understood
I am not Phoenix
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Late nights in my brain like walking down a dark alleyway barefoot lightly clothed in the idea that everything will be okay thats what they say streetlights shone on pothole streets beats my face reflection to a wavering wonder something will come here caught a wiff of a wayside street wanderer finding sleep in a corner covered in ****** on life of been then being hard to know who im seeing am i still me? Hardly walked in my shoes let alone others loose unused excuse for solitary misuse find time in pocket phoned life we aspire to be more like look alike lavish facacde comradery in journalistic honesty all is well when i burn in hell follower frontier founder of warped mirrors and fun house on acid play my show to the masses how to see oneself clear in lie prescribed glasses
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
As the breeze flows
Through the spring lilacs
I seem my self
Getting addicted to
Their bitter sweet
Perfume
The floats around the evening air
Take a wiff
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
I booked a fab and not cheap restaurant
the starters so succulent
the main course
one you would of though, your mom cooked
the sweet like satin melted in your mouth
left me feeling like I was in heaven
it all seamed to quick
so I order coffee and liquors
still time past to quick
ordered a cheese board
My date picked up cheese on her knife
and said
Get a Wiff of This.
Ex tomorrow for sure.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
To The smell
To The drill
To The simplicity
I adapt
Quickly, No thought
It Fills up my veins
With warmth
State of longing
But For what?
For Those few seconds
Of difference, change
The Crisp wiff of air
And Clean, white sheets
Strange, but oddly comforting
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 5:45 PM UTC