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Sydney Gretha Jun 2018
we discuss life and death
as we light our cigarettes
corporal May 2018
Let me taste those golds
because Babe, we’re not here to be told.
Bury a kiss on my neck before the truth unfolds.
It’d be your vow to the angel you’d sold.

Take off your watch.
Take off your crown.
In just one touch,
Make me believe I'm the only one.

Golden sticks, holy air.
Drop the lies and just skin me alive.
Don’t ask for a name.
Surrender to a bite instead.

Throw your clothes on the floor.
Leave your name behind the door.
You won't need those until four.
Don't bite too hard 'cause I might ask for more.

She's pretty wise to be fooled by his nicotine tongue.
But his smile bites.
Oh god, It does.
But Babe, you're in the wrong place if you're looking for love.
Lisa May 2018
It’s like everything is still in slow motion, but also a silent film.
It’s like I’m not even sneaking out for a cigarette anymore,
I light one in the room with the door open.
It’s like I’m not trying.
My grades are dropping as well as my bags are growing,
They ask me if I’m sick and I say, yea
It’s the cold
I have a cold
Ron Gavalik May 2018
The old cashier at the car dealership,
she chain-smoked skinny, long cigarettes
all day, every day.
Her voice sounded like a bullfrog
that recently learned how to curse and laugh.
The crease lines around her mouth
and the folds in her neck
conveyed a relaxed style, confidence
earned from a hard life
and dangerous choices.

Sometimes there were no customers
in front of the cashier’s window
and no mechanics busting her chops.
That's when she’d rest her elbows on the counter
and cradle a skinny cigarette
between ******* near her cheek.
That woman’s eyes would gaze outside,
glossed over in what looked like daydreams
about all those lovers, in their graves,
and their cliché widows
with their tiresome grandchildren
and their sanitized lives.

Back in the day,
men in gray suits and skinny ties
never could resist her,
but then again,
so few ever tried.
Sovit Pokhrel May 2018
inhale curiosity.
exhale amusement.
A roll of fantasy.
A Tragic chapter sprouting..

Inhale stress.
exhale relief.
A puff of heaven !
drowning in  the tar of ecstacy !
connecting my life support on you.

inhale frustration.
exhale happiness.
A puff of goodness !
Flying on clouds of smoke !
connecting my life support on you !

inhale temptation.
exhale pleasure.
a sense of anxiety in your absense.
fooled by a desire.
connected my life support on you !

light on my fingers.
so good on the lips.
breath of pleasure.
connected my life support on you !

heavey heart, tight lungs.
dizzy head, weary eyes.
explosion of thoughts.
Calmness only comes with you !
Can't function without you !

GASPING FOR SMOKE !
ITCHING WITH DESIRE !
SURVIVING ON  PUFFS !
A SMOKER I AM!


SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH!
smoking is stupidity at its finest.
Puneet Kumar Apr 2018
सिगरेट पीने की तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ
देख न ले अपना कोई मुझको
कि मैं छिप छिपकर सुट्टा लगा रहा हूँ
सिगरेट पीने की तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ|

सिगरेट निकाली तिल्ली जला ली, सिगरेट निकाली तिल्ली जला ली
जली तीली से सिगरेट जला ली|
पहला कश मारते ही दिल को चैन मिल गया (2)
धुऐं का वह समंदर जब मेरे खून से मिल गया
पहले कश के उस धुऐं को धीमे धीमे छोड़े जा रहा हूँ
कि सिगरेट पीने की तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ

पहला कश ख़त्म हुआ अब दूसरे कि बारी है
दूसरे कश में मेहबूबा को भुलाने कि तैयारी है
दूसरा कश जब मारा मैंने दिल पर सीधी चोट हुई
नम हुई आँखें थम गई सांसें न जाने कौन सी भूल हुई
इस सिगरेट से गम को मैं तो धुऐं में उड़ाए जा रहा हूँ
कि सिगरेट पीने की तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ|


दूसरे के बाद तीसरा मारकर ये ब्लैक & वाइट दुनिया पूरी रंगीन हुई
दुःख भी दूर हुआ गम भी मिट गया, गम भी दूर हुआ दुःख भी मिट गया  
एसी सिगरेट बाबा कि मुझपर मैर हुई
कि पूरी दुनिया से लड़ लूंगा इतनी ताकत मुझमें आ गई है
कोई भी साला अब सामने आ जाए पूरी कि पूरी सिगरेट मुझमें समा गई है
होश में रहकर भी मदहोश हुए जा रहा हूँ
सिगरेट पीने कि तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ

पता है ये मेरे लिए ठीक नहीं है (2)
गम में अपने ही फेफड़े जलाए जा रहा हूँ और कैंसर को गले लगाए जा रहा हूँ
दुःख और परेशानी तो मात्र एक बहाना है
ज़िन्दगी को ताक पर रख मैं कश लगाए जा रहा हूँ
कि सिगरेट पीने की तलब उठी है
फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ, फिर एक सिगरेट जला रहा हूँ
सिगरेट पीने के अलग अलग बहाने हैं पर उसका अंजाम एक ही है|
Ollie Bee Apr 2018
He smells like stale cigarettes// which isn’t to say he smells bad// it's more to say he smells lonely// like the only comfort he gets is from the smoke that turns his teeth yellow// and his teeth are yellow// or maybe off white// but they drip chocolate from between them anyways// like his bite could be sweetened by a little bit of candy// but they drip dark chocolate// and dark chocolate is bitter// and he is bitter// and he can’t breathe unless his lungs are clouded with smoke// that spills to his heart// his stomach// his throat// he smells lonely, he smells bitter// which isn’t to say he might not be a little sweet// it’s more to say the first taste is more cigarettes than chocolate// the first bite is more smoke than candy// the first love is more bitter than sweet//
about a boy and a love that existed for forever. until it didn't.
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