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If I died would you cry
A simple question reaching high
Like a bird that wants to fly
Straight into a boundless sky
If I died would you cry and
Before the silence I finally choked
And the mysteries that life I planned
So if I died would you cry
And if I did die would a space remain
A hollow ache a lingering pain
A subtle drizzle then the rain
Washing clean again and again
So if I died would you cry or just
Pass me by or would apiece of me stay
In your heart come what may
And light your path along the way
Until we meet again someday.
If I died 😢 😭 😿 😢
Stained are teeth, and fingers yellow,
Softly whispered lies we keep.
Smoke unfurls in breath so mellow,
Promising but sinking deep.

Coiling tendrils, soft and clever,
Lull the mind in fleeting grace.
Cinder ghosts that warm, yet sever,
Leave their embers on the face.

Every spark—a pledge unwinding,
Every drag—a weight we bear.
Sworn to comfort, yet confining,
Clinging to a thinning air.
Nicotine is a tightly structured, lyrical poem that explores the tension between fleeting comforts and the greater aspirations we often neglect. Using nicotine as both a literal and metaphorical device, the poem examines the small indulgences we cling to—despite knowing their cost—drawing a parallel to the broader human tendency to accept self-deception for the sake of temporary relief.

Through vivid imagery of smoke, stained fingers, and fading embers, the poem evokes a sense of quiet resignation, underscoring the slow erosion of will beneath a comforting but insidious habit. The rhythmic AB meter reinforces the hypnotic cycle of desire and consequence, mirroring the way these comforts lull us into complacency.

At its core, Nicotine is a confrontation—a mirror held up to our daily rationalizations, asking whether we truly seek change or merely the illusion of control. The introspective tone invites readers to reflect on their own vices, however small, and consider what they may be sacrificing in the name of fleeting ease.
 Aug 24 Jeremy Betts
railey
isn't it strange
how people have changed
but i don't know you to well
so i try not to swell
even when it's not well
In English we say:
I love you
In poetry we say:
My heart chose yours
 Aug 24 Jeremy Betts
Soph
See the world
with different eyes,
take you hands
"It'll be alright".

You seem so lost,
in this dark room.
Let me be your light,
I'll guide you outside.

I know your view,
how you think about you.
In a world full of hate,
let me tell you
you are great.

Will you let me?
My heart has spoken.

It's your turn now.
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