It's no news that Cannaville is blessed with all kinds of intellectuals, creatives, writers and even poets and here is a collection of poems written by amazing and talented members of Cannaville with the prompt: "...and slowly I watched it fade away" Enjoy! Read, review and rate. By Y1nka These days I question my enjoyment of the spliff falling off a cliff cos of something I thought uplifts But a day without rolling up still feels amiss Like removing a hand from a clock, not allowing me to tick More focused than ever to get my dreams to click An internal mentality shift did the trick Now I shoot with confidence when I flick my wrist Or when I use leg wire ball like say I wan break keeper wrist But now I struggle with my excessive cravings for lust Wanting two women with wide hips to give me consent to thrust To burst and handle backsides aggressively To have my head squeezed by thighs like I’m an enemy But it doesn’t remove the pain of losses of yester year Or having my
Step across the threshold, Thoughts and reality intertwine, As stoners we start the climb and peak beyond the high. In this space hearts, minds, and the herb fuse to navigate the world around us and shape it to our will. The Apotheosis of a Cannavist starts as the joint is lit and as the smoke rises to the sky, it signifies our ascent to godhood. Join us.