Don't quit on love and it won't bail on you.


Melinda Éva
Melinda Éva
Jul 13, 2015

I quit letting you steer my beautiful life,
causing this sort of internal strife
I quit letting you steal a memory from me,
having me escape for a moment selfishly
I quit letting you fester in my lungs
and defending you with my poisoned tongue
I quit letting you be my constant escape,
using you as a bandaid to heal my scrapes
I quit letting you be a part of me
because today and forever I am clean

Day four without smoking and I don't intend on breaking that
all by leigh
all by leigh
May 5, 2015

I don't need a mirror
to see myself
with you

Warning: this was not intended to be a pun. Does it sound like a pun? yes.
#love   #funny   #i   #you   #a   #sight   #mirror   #myself   #pun   #quite  
Jun 2, 2014

I've quit the killing-
another addiction
my convictions
are open bare.

forgetting what its like,
to deal with stress and the like
without nicotines merciful smile

perfect timing i would say
now that math makes up my days
and work the latter of my nights

i've no form for this urge
that pulls inside
rung out like a sponge
wanting water.

elixir of toxins
heath risks
and iron lungs
chained and yet
so free.

how long can i resist your cough?

what is a poet without a cigarette? a healthy poet. ugh
#freedom   #death   #cancer   #stress   #smoke   #kill   #game   #risks   #quit   #cig  
Jan 18

The dust once settled,
needs to be shaken again,
which was trapped and bottled,
has to fly out to douse the flame

A long time passed, few friends I have earned
in this work of black and white, few shades I have burned

I lost my pace in the layout of this maze
got knocked out, now just the sky I can gaze

I am no stone, but I know to roll
I can play more, but I choose to fold

I have new horizons to reach
the rocky roads are always there to teach.
The dust wont deter me now with pain,
for I know, I will rise up again.

My friend who is an awesome architect is resigning from her boring office today. I am just trying to write a few lines for her day.
#friends   #hope   #joy   #uncertain   #quit   #resign  
Jack Du
May 20, 2014

"Move" they say
and put martingale on with a neigh
Thai pony in Chiang Mai

A green patch of grass
was what your heart desires
would yourself like a chew of truss?

In the forest with no name
on hard concrete without an aim
swimming with the tuk-tuk wave

"Where am I?"
you ask with side-patched eye
"My knees are soft like a microwaved pie"

But all you ever get
is a whip on the back
from the oddity with some leather strap

"Why are you so hesitant
while all the other stallions are competent
don't you know the creatures in the carriage are very important?"

"How important are the vultures in the world I don't know
but I know that I won't say no
if you borrow a thread of my hair for a violin bow
and play their funeral march with it to and fro"

#job   #quit  
Lyra O
Lyra O
Jul 12, 2014

Lift it to your lips
& let what falls adrift in the form of ash
dissolve in the wind
as dried bone thrashing,
bashing against dust & grit.

Pull; take a long hit.
Dregs to be kept until last in the bottom
of your broken lungs,
taken as deep as breaths:
to rattle against your teeth.

"O", takes the lewd shape
of your chapped mouth as you break free
from your caged-in chest,
skeletons left sat, to wallow
as ashen bones & yellow teeth.

Hold your knuckled joints
against tenderest flesh of your upper lip
& sniff, as if a try to void
all signs of violent backslides
to clandestine nicotine meetings.

Flick blanked eyes to lit but
dying embers ground between sole & soil,
& morosely swear never
another, not one more; after
this next one, this last one, never.

18 June 2013.

I still remember the first time I put you in my mouth.
Never thought I would have any problem taking you out.
Slowly slowly I would taste you with my lips.
Filling my lungs and going on a nicotine trip.

I would taste you in morning , afternoon and at night.
Could not see you away from my sight.
I never thought you would be soo addictive.
but yes there was something in you that made you seductive.

But one day I saw my close friend coughing.
That second I knew what you were robbing.
Dear cigarette , I wont let you take my friend away.
I will kick your ass for sure someday.

And that day came again and again where I use to leave you forever.
But you made sure , I never leave you whatsoever.
And finally the day came where I send you back in your pack.
And made sure you never came out back.

I know you kill millions of people every year.
And leave there loved once only in tear.
Dear cigarette you have no right to do this.
Let whole world quit thats my only wish.

I still remember that I smoked you 10 times a day.
And now I cannot run properly this is how you repay ?
You get first addictive and act as friend.
Give deadly diseases to people at the end.

I hope to see this world tabacco free.
And see everyones celebrating the diomand jubliee.
Let us all fight against tabacco addiction.
Help family , friends and everyone to fight against this condition.

On that note I say "Thank You" for helping others in advance.
If you help others quiting you are giving there life a second chance



This poem is written in memory of million people who die tabacco related illnesses every year , as a former smoker for a year I felt I should motivate everyone to quit smoking , quit tabacco and live a healthy life.
#love   #addiction   #drugs   #smoke   #cigarette   #health   #motivation   #quit   #smoker   #tabacco  

I'm done.
I quit your game.
I'm done.
Go to someone else.
I'm done.
I quit with your lies.
I'm done.
I quit living.
I'm done.
I quit living with your torture.
I'm done.

#lies   #games   #done   #torture   #quit  
Rabab Liakat
Rabab Liakat
Aug 13, 2015

I'm going to quit from this world
Not as a winner or looser
But as a pending question forever!

#life   #end   #quit  
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