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SmokerOfLightning · Jan 12, 2009

ill breathe you in through my skin,
so that you can touch my organs.
My tongue can wrap every nervous ending,
now you will scream louder.

Whenever you change to sad,
I'll seep it in on a lily.

But now I'm sick of it,
so Fuck you,

Ribbit.

NewGrowth · Jan 12, 2009

Thanks for keeping it going I'll post one of my newer poems here soon.

NewGrowth · Jan 12, 2009

Farmer of Sound

Heavy bass surrounds me . . . .
I’ve been awake for almost a year now
I hide the words in my mouth
I’m in infinite childhood rebellion
Destined to become
Aware

I’m just a farmer in the modern era
Surround me
Take me to a place where there is only sound
Darkness surrounds me clouding my mind

Lie to me again
Tell me the world will be kind
Find your heart
In my garden you will find
I’m just a farmer in the modern era

Blayzd · Feb 1, 2009

When my soul leaves this body
I shall be free, so no need to worry
I'll soar with eagles in eternal state
For us all, death is ultimate fate.

Don't be sad when I am gone
A piece of me is here in this song
I'm with you and with you always
Even though your memory of me fades

My time here is almost done
Fuck, I've had so much fun
I've lived many lives this time
My last time here with you all.

A little rhyme for all I love
Is what I leave from heaven above
Hear these words from an eternal soul
And here this message

I love you all.

I got loads of this shit. Best ones are the ones I did for girls I've known. Tap into that power.

NewGrowth · Feb 1, 2009

Cool man thanks!

NewGrowth · Feb 1, 2009

I wrote this after a weekend fling in Manhattan:

O that Hotel Room

I watched you standing there in that dress
Looking out that window you asked me to sing you a song
I said oh girl look how that New York skyline lights up your breast

And your face lit up
Glowing like angels sing
My heart has grown old
I said you don’t know how it feels

Let me just hold you here tonight
Lets just drink another beer, light another joint
Listen to Tom Petty on that old radio
We will pretend everything is alright

New ideas in this brain of mine
I have little time
There is somewhere I have to go for me
Alone

puff puff puff · Feb 5, 2009

the things weed does to you ....

One day I want to grow up and be just like you
I hope I am, I hope I do
In amongst the crowd of disdain
I will be satisfied
And what I do
Will feel brand new
In amongst the racket of those who believed in;
What they read
What they saw
What they where told
Who somehow knew they deserved better
Over their complaints and tapered stares -
With indignant eyes
Only I will lounge satisfied
One day I want to grow up and be just like you
I hope I am, I hope I do
Otherwise I’ll end up like everybody else

pencap · Feb 6, 2009

Eat me a hamburger,
Smoke me some crack,
I run to the dope house,
"I be right back......

.....Got me a 20,
I'm a smokin it now,
Bent over that pipe,
'an i burnt my eyebrow.

NewGrowth · Feb 6, 2009

Run Away

I’m a run away
Far away
Too long for me to say how long I have been away

If I come back home now
My soul will be crushed

To be a run away flame
It’s Ok
I’ve done my best
To do nothing at all

As those around me hit the ground
I run away

kylekush · Feb 7, 2009

Walking through forests of liquid chrome, with the black mans face pointing towards home, the needle points as I watch from above, I watch from the trees on the wings of love.

The shining, became so hollow, but the colours were so vibrant,
there were notebooks, there were pillows, there were satyrs,
weeping willows

What we saw made us, laugh and cry
what we saw made us justify

that light we saw, through the chrome, there was light shining on our broken homes

There were diamonds of blue, amongst the mystic dread,
as the light shimmered upon the mistress in red

The purple lights croaked and the laughter echoed in circles,
as we walked through the forests of pure, sacred purple.

There was moonlight, it was azure,
there was mist, in our looking glass,
we saw gremlins in the dark night, we saw wires on the floor.

there was dust, on the window, and suitcases, packed for next week

We had questions, and no answers, we could think but hardly finish.
we had questions amongst answers, there were answers in what we asked

we were hung by, our suspenders, we were all grey, we were spenders

there were robots, in our day dreams, we saw colours on the rainbow

there were farmers, weeping willows
there were notebooks there were pillows

we saw insects, blowing smoke rings, we saw sweet insects, up above us, and there colours shined bright orange.

kylekush · Feb 9, 2009

its time the day destroyed the night,
and we ran in endless fear,
craw all out of the shadows,
watching the day grow near

step back from the way we've lived
and wipe away our tears,
laying awake from this heartache,
to wallow in our fears

NewGrowth · Feb 9, 2009

I really like that one thanks kyle

NewGrowth · Feb 9, 2009

A Letter From The Dead

I wrote you a letter, sometimes a note
It was something to remind you of the binding tether
The world that will never
Know any better

This life is wonderful
Joyous
Sad
Beautiful
Violent
Perfect

Only beneath the surface
Water flows the current
Has a name called Love

Remember it’s going to be tough
But I’m ready
I have lived
I have loved

Now I have died
So I thought I would write you a letter

wildfire97936 · Feb 9, 2009

this is one that has stuck with me over the years.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

William Hernest Henley

coojew23 · Feb 25, 2009

This is a Poem i wrote in the First grade and i still remember and recite whenever possible.

potatoes potatoes they are small and brown,
potatoes potatoes they live in the ground,
they have little eyes but they cant see,
HA HA HA, HE HE HE CRUNCH!

Gets a laugh when your friends are stoned

NewGrowth · Feb 25, 2009

Thanks I like that one

We Love 1 · Mar 4, 2009

Incognito

Growing older
Ensuing greatness
One chance
Realizing futility
Grandiouse thoughts
Everything never happened

Living in My Mind

Where else?
Everything happens there
Theres no escaping
Are You aware?
Reality is an illusion
Dreaming is reprievement
Ego seperates
Death is the only way out

Reincarnate

Where does the soul go?
Entitled to another chance?
Lightning fast lives?
Only to be born again?
Vindication for the just?
Everything is gone when I go.

~PEACE~

LedZeppelin8906 · Mar 4, 2009

The first is a random verse I wrote, the last 2 are ending verses for 2 seperate poems I wrote for my g/f, yeah they are cheesy love poems, big whoop wanna fight about it? lol jk, family guy is on bongsmilie

With words Ill try to describe,
that which can never be defined,
that which countless writers and poets,
striving for millenia to portray,
the emotion I still feel for you today.

_________________________________

Leaving once again,
Something I do with difficulty,
but with a smile in my eyes,
I'll give you a hug and kiss
tell you that you'll be missed
and that this, with a kiss,
is the best of times.

________________________________

Sundered from you I may be,
but to my love; a mere obstacle you see
for eternity beyond the confines of mortality,
my love, my soul are forever yours to be

Cheers RIU bongsmilie

Cheech Wizard · Mar 4, 2009

walking on sand
I flow through life
like a kidney stone
I hate posion Ivy
jerk my wishbone

suedonimn · Mar 4, 2009

Dirty laundry...
It is a Love Hate relationship
We love to look squeaky clean
but hate to clean up
We want to stink lovely
but consistently sniff out hate
If your dirty you love
a clean getaway
If your clean
it is a dirty job you hate
Our Love is stained with sin
Yet Hate is bright and crisp with
pride
Like an estranged lover we
seek out others dirty laundry
While our own is hampered in
the corner by hate...
Dirty laundry
Love lost
Hate Hounded

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