I May Not Be Smoking Hot But I Sure As Hell Am Smoking Pot

Penny Love

Story of my life Black sheep in a white room And you can never assume That you know the real me Though I pour my honest thoughts out When I’m half gone In my mind and it’s nearing dawn On those late night I can’t seem to sleep And you’re the only thing on my mind I think about you all the time I’m spilling lines that only half rhyme And I don’t know how to say, or let it all out My family ain’t shit and you’re my real blood So let’s exchange stories, real feelings, loud bud My friends, you guys, you’re a part of my wolf pack You’re the ones that care about me, and that I love back I’ve lived a long life with half hidden scars to prove it And never in its entirety have I found people worth shit Until that late May day I stumbled upon that corner coffee shop ganjareaper, entrophe, beneath-a-tree, pendleton1994, buriedinleaves, the Stoop kids are on top You’re the loves of my life and I’m so glad I found you There’s a lot of shit people in the world and the exception is you few

So, I thought this was cool.. My druid sign is a Willow Tree...

The hardy and flexible Willow bends without breaking. Its supple beauty is graceful and calming. Yet it is not Willows' looks that attract people; it is Willows' unique singularity that makes this sign stand out. Willow people are full of mystery and inexplicable charm, and that is the main reason why they are always surrounded by admirers.

The Willow Tree is usually associated with water, as it is often found in watery environments. Those creatures that typically surround water are thought to be more spiritually and psychically connected, and so many of the people born under this sign are highly intuitive, and they follow their intuition more than they would follow logic. The Willow Tree is a powerful sign, despite its fragile appearance.

Willows are highly emotional and very responsive to physical sensations; they are very sensually oriented. They enjoy bathing in the sun, basking in the cool water, and inhaling exotic aromas. Willow Tree people are more inclined to trust their feelings than their logic. Although they seem to be gentle and defenseless, in reality they are tough and determined people. It may not always be obvious, but Willows are almost always pursuing a goal, which they tend to keep top-of-mind.

Willow people are quite reserved; they don't like to order others around. At the same time, they can lose their tact unexpectedly and may say something they will regret later. Remaining Willows' friend is not an easy task. Willows don't accept compromises and never change their habits; even for the people they love the most.

When it comes to asking for help Willows can be very persistent and straightforward; but as soon as their problem gets resolved, Willows would go right back into their dream state of mind. They will keep emotional distance with others as long as they are not in need. It may be very tempting to reach out and help a weak and dependent Willow; but it may turn out that Willow is only putting on a game. People of this sign are usually capable of dealing with their own problems, but what for? There are plenty of people willing to resolve Willow's issues!

Willows despise dull, everyday feelings. They tend to blow things out of proportion; they tend to exaggerate every single emotion. Even if they don't admit it, Willow people are masochists. They yearn for heartache; they feed off the suffering; they thrive in separation. They would do anything to feel more alive.

Friendly Fire

It’s running on three o’clock and I’m running out of gas While you finish your run getting fresh grass Let’s heat it up this time Burn that fucker while I spit this rhyme Spilling lines in my black and blue book Next to you while I watch that green cook Split it, rip it, pass it, zip it up then sell that shit There’s just one confession I must admit I’ve got a home in the dark and a boy that sparks My love like a bonfire heart Watch us tear this world apart Our generation was doomed from the start And none of that matters because the family here that can inspire A love that will spread like wildfire Weaving through the tangled trees That makes stained lungs cough and your breath heave Inhaling in the seductive air Without any worries, without a single care Because I’ve got my best man by my side With sweet, salty breeze coming from outside And I’ve got my friends that I call my family to keep me cozy inside We’ll watch the sun set and rise in the same sitting There’s no way this is the life to think about quitting In fact, to this special one, I’d rather be committing My soul to the man of my dreams Because when I look in his eyes I see the sun gleam Down on my heart while this bonfire love starts And pass that blunt you roll like it’s a fine art

Night

When it's time to sleep, the midnight seekers come out to play Keep the fire, boys with tired eyes get thrown in the ashtray I've got Tina tinkering and tweaking on the couch to my right With her vacant eyes, and yet, such delight So tell me what the media says to that Or you can take a chance to see where it’s really at Airbrushed magazines at gasoline pumps romanticize And fantasize anything for a knock-out story, I know

All I’ve heard for the past seven hours Is constant conversation with sharp fixation Of useless information about certain creation Like the concept of time while I scribble this rhyme Over the doors of perception I will forever climb Because society is wrong and reality is yours for the taking And making an experience So here’s some coherence I know you’ve been so curious about

These are regular people And the least bit of evil So smart, it’s an art Craving knowledge all the way back from the start Who analyze all the fine print In still bodies with mouths that sprint

First blunt I've rolled. Ever.

take a hit

And on the third day I told him I like the street lamp view from the window And I could hear his smile Through a chuckle of thick bush That will never sing in my ears again

The grey indifference between dusk and dawn If I listen closely, I can still hear his swan song Lonely as the sound of lying on the ground Where possibilities pool and dreamers go to drown

Without fail you cross my mind From time to time Spitting skeletal rhymes And climbing mountains in my head Here’s my letter to the dead

Addicted to the lights and sounds. Bunch of bad habits, you wear ‘em like a crown.

Streams and Blood Moons

i don’t know what to do

i can feel my bones cracking

my lifeless body clinging on to every little inch

of happiness, of breath,

of even the smallest movements i have

that remind me of you

because how could i ever forget

no matter what decision i try to make

no matter how much i try to fake

it just through the day

and i can taste what i ate this morning

and i can feel the tug on my back

and i can feel your pull on me from every side

i can feel you in my chest like i want to spit you up

and hold you so close at the same time

and i can’t sleep anymore

and sometimes i can’t even breathe

because you keep me there

in another world like i’m not really here

like i never have to sleep or breathe and

i can just be with you

growing like a rose

god, how could you let it be this close?

if you were really there why?

why would you give me this decision to make

to turn me into a murderer

make me into some torturer

of my own body and my own self care

just know you’ll always be a special one

you’ll always be my number one

my first, my always in debt

my knot around my finger so i never forget

but i can feel my body beneath me crumbling

i can feel my words fumbling

making the wrong things come out

making me scream and shout

when i don’t want to anymore

i don’t want to fight anymore

Stormtrooper