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They always tell you
Smoking is bad

It'll yellow your teeth
And blacken your lungs

You'll get lung cancer
And it's the only cause

And lastly
Everyone finds it unattractive

But my teeth are yellow
My lungs don't work right anyways

If its not lung cancer
It's something else

And I found a man with a cigarette
Pretty **** attractive

So when I took my first breath
I didn't cough or gag

I just smiled
and
took another drag
I also wanted to add about how they always write and tell you it's awful, but it was the first time I'd been calm in weeks. And I didn't cough or gag or have any detrimental effects on my first cigarette.
Place your hand upon my chest.
It reminds me how it feels when it's mended.
Then use it to cradle your head while you rest.
The worst of it, like the day, has ended.
  Aug 2014 Paralyzed traveler
Adele
Maybe if I step on
enough flowers
or break
enough  
hearts  
I just might forget
I'm made of broken parts
my fave piece </3
  Aug 2014 Paralyzed traveler
December
I spent five bucks,
On 20 cancer sticks;
Anticipating the moment,
When my lighter flicks.

I'm met with ***** looks,
But I don't really care,
As I puff on my cigarette,
Polluting the clean air.

We're an elite force,
With our smoking breath,
Killing ourselves slowly,
Breathing in Death.

I've been told to quit.
Its a nasty habit they say.
But I think for a little while,
I want death to stay.

As the cherry reaches the filter,
I flick it away,
For a little while longer,
Keeping death at bay.
I can't get you out of my head
There's a stranger asleep in my bed
Visiting my old town I've never felt so alone
I lost the place I once called home

I used to be optimistic and kind
searching for happiness I thought I would find
I've lost my will to try, to hope
My heart is breaking in every scope

Coffee and cigarettes

I can't keep living this way
There's nothing left to make me stay
I can't remember how to breathe
I hate goodbye's, but love to leave
He walked outside and placed it between his lips,
As every drop of rain trickled down, so did a tear.
He wore nothing but a t-shirt, as white as the sky,
He wore nothing but sadness, as he lit.
As he pressed his lips together and took a drag-
His lungs sizzled- his tears- sizzled.
All what was left... a dried up person, lost between drought and hydration.
The First.
  Aug 2014 Paralyzed traveler
Taylor
As the smoke lingers off of her tongue,
you can see the smirk so evident on her face.
She traces the outline of her lips with her tongue
and gently inhales the cigarette smoke.
You can see the tiny glint of a ***** bottle on her nightstand
and the ashtray that is overwhelmed with burnt out cigarettes.
She is staring at the ceiling
and you have no idea what in the world she is thinking so hard about.
All you know is that you want to know.
And you want to know the way
her lips curve around the tempting neck of the ***** bottle,
or the way her tongue moves as she blows off smoke
from that cataclysmic cigarette she’s holding.
Alcohol and cigarettes,
that’s what everyone thinks ruins your life.
But those two things
are what saves hers.

— The End —