by CRIPPLED_LOVERportland, Oregon, USA
Jul 2014 441 Views 2 comments
Mary Jane
Mary Jane she takes away the pain she has many names also known as strains.Whether it be White Widow White Rhino or Northern Lights she can brighten and enlighten the darkest nights. My inner battle between hell and heaven i'll win long as I use gods secret weapon a nice fat bowl of AK-47 I rather be smoking fire then some shitty a** resin but sometimes you have to settle in order to keep your thoughts away from the devil. When i'm really really high I feel like i'm in heaven without having to die and my soul rise towards the sky. So long as I have Mary Jane I won't become criminally insane or wanna die by a bullet to my brain.
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Posted: Jul 2014
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This describes how weed is more then just a plant or drug its a gift from nature and for some its the only medication that helps them. Now when I wrote this poem I was medicated (420)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (2)
there is talk of legalizing cannabis,
for medicinal purposes.
My husband grew his own.
An occasional smoker only,
I miss it...not him.
Glad it helps you.