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There's one thing that's perfectly clear.
I have been smoke-free for one year.
The last cigarette that I smoked was in 2023 at 11:45 PM on New Year's Eve.
I stopped smoking and you can quit even though it may be hard to believe.
Please let it be your New Year's resolution to stop smoking.
I was able to kick the habit and so can you and I'm not joking.
Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
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Do our lips & fingertips ignite
the searing heat of our kisses—
like glowing embers of a dying fire?

Your tender whispers linger,
a constant flame that consumes me.
Every passing moment, the chasm between us widens…

The fire of longing blazes within me in your absence,
it blazes even more fiercely when you are near.
silver light Oct 2024
Calm of youth; adolescence yet to bear its fruits from within
Hitherto a descending world, before clear lungs of only air
Tales of a beast who induces slow ignorance into the minds of many circulate to he, of whom the journey will be, and the mistakes that come along.
The clear rosy membrane felt but not seen, lungs clean of filth.

Pride of growth, to when the brave warrior stood tall and mighty at his ripe advent of thirteen
Sword in his hand, braced the lair of the beast – of many things within him, porcelain lungs untouched
The vessel of breath - of he who dreams of a golden life upheld with fantasy - yet to waste
And after it all, he who’d take his last clear breath.

The worst risk taken; the quiet storm within his body aggravated
Curiosity takes the form as a metallic thing, like him a body unravelled
To the pressure of peers and the societal trend, he finally recollected the words of the beast:
“I bring only harm to the one who dares my presence, I do no good.
Breathe in my breath, I tell you. And allow my venom to silently take over.
All quarrels pulmonary may spiral up, the flesh pink balloon gone.”
Ignorance takes the form of the latter who ignored the beast's words, and thus curio turned to addiction.

The atropos of his own body lay on the bed of his imminent death.
The name of the beast was concealed, but the high and wise simply addressed it as a cigarette.
Classified a small beam of grey, enclosed within a poison baneful in every essence.
The lungs he cherished so deeply fragmented, shattered, dead.
Phlegm coughed out dust, an aching pain in his larynx
Bile accumulates and pleads to be released
The body once pure now susceptible to the most microscopic curses
Health in jeopardy, and all feels like a life sentence    
Akin to that of an elder, his lungs crumpled. And like the debris of igneous rock, the color of ashen nature
Health to be gone, health in peril
As to him, oxygen was an unobtainable dream held on a golden pedestal.
And like the millions of others that came before him, he became a victim of the beast’s ways.
a school project about lung damage or soemthing idk
LastSun Sep 2024
The acrid scent of burning cigarette fills the air.

I hate that smell.

It sears my lungs.

I still remember how much I hated Cigarettes as a kid.

Yet, I glance at the pack, still full, and pull one out.

I place it between my lips and light it.

Do I love this? Or am I simply trying to convince myself that I do?
Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024
The ***** of old cigarettes
-their draft up your nostrils, going to war
with your lungs. Making rivers of red,
wet big eyes: a sore sight to the very mind

And came a sweet bite out of a cutie pie
whose sweet lips offer up such a surprise,
a slice of life; cherry filled with love- with such
a pinching sweetness, with a little hint of that
piercing on the tongue

So, when the two kiss, there’s a cigarette
flavour added into that tasty piece of pie
Man Sep 2024
I draw on cigarettes,
Doodle with resin-
Blisters on my fingers,
They all think I'm playin'.
The colors brown & red
Are escaped when I shut my eyes,
And when I turn my face inside
I'm fine with what I see.
It's not dark, pretty light-
It's all clear skies,
Even with a chance of showers
There's always a sunrise.
Antonia Aug 2024
the smoke from my cigarette
stains
I have this smoke
all through my veins
it runs freely whenever it wants

the smoke from my cigarette stains.

the inhale is deep
and the smoke remains.
my lungs are intoxicated
and full of stains.

smoking hot
or smoking cold

I don’t care for seasons
my cigarettes taste good all year round
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2024
A pack of cigarettes in hand
Smokes burned one by one
Smudges stain top of nightstand
Blinds shut to block the glaring sun
Holes worn through T-shirt
High-tops laced tight
Welcome mat encrusted in dirt
Dimly-lit room depressing sight
You are expert deceiver
Exactly like father
So long I've been a believer
Start wondering why I bother
Trying to tame restless feet
Directions walked previously unknown
Pressured to presume defeat
Surrender and let roam
I complain about insights I uncover
Problems too heavy to hold
Compulsive liar yet my lover
Think your excuses are growing old
Quick to clamber to conclusions
Can admit that much is true
You fill our house with illusions
A haze so thick I can't view through
You're straying from path I'm on
Desperate to save our love from getting sick
Play games with my head and string me along
Enjoying the agony you inflict
Your soul beautiful yet wild
Voice is music to my ears
Have done anything for you to smile
Guess now that means my presence disappears
Never next to you was I able to see straight
Adoration rendered me blind
Now I'm alone my vision returns too late
Answers revealed I was too afraid to find
Five in the morning
Can't sleep
Tormented memories
Stories told in time until I lose track
Moments perfectly carved in mind pester and tease
I yearn for the universe I'll never get back
Written 3-8-21
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