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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
selina Feb 2024
passports, abstracts, and cigarettes
i swear it was all just for the aesthetics
thin walls, smoke screens, and window tints
we crawled through one just for the hell of it

it's nineteen and nose rings, i got asked for an id
we're twenty-one in jersey, you like my con artistry
i borrowed a street sign and failed to book an uber ride
everything is so much messier than i would've liked

i tired of people pleasing, and you never reply
we don't really need to talk about it
i try my best to not really think about it
said that i'm conceited, hedonistic, manipulative

but some nights i just want to drink until i start to lie
see, if coping was a job and paid an hourly wage
i'd be working overtime, id have a career drive
and i'd be a millionaire after six shots, or maybe five
more about the messiness
selina Feb 2024
drunk kissing blurry faces under neon lights
i'm sorry that your party had to end with a fight
but that creep was overstepping everywhere tonight

after sharing reservations about people getting high
your friend won't stop asking for my marly lights
these cigs for aesthetics are going to ruin our lives

debrief time: your parents argue, divorce is in sight
romance is everywhere, you're convinced that i'm blind
hey, out of curiosity, have you ever wished on a satellite?
tierney morris Aug 2023
The smell of a cigarette will always bring me comfort
And soon enough
That taste that entered my lips
Bought me comfort too
The melancholy feeling of inhaling that smoke
Exhaling it slowly
As if it’s an unhealthy breathing technique I need when I’m panicking
Breathe in, Breathe out
The sadistic flavour lingers in your mouth for hours
Reminding you of your relapse
Your mistakes
Reminding you that he will no longer love you if he smells the cancerous aroma on your breath
You ******* up
No matter how much it helps to inhale and exhale that smoke
Taste that bitter flavour of tobacco
Breathe in, Breathe out
You quit once before to improve your health
But here you are
Breathing it in and out
Until the guilt eats you alive
And that smell of cigarette
No longer reminds you of a simpler time
But rather that you’re forever going to disappoint those you love
The light on the cigarette goes out
Just like the light inside of you
You’re both dead
And soon
You’ll be discarded too.
Ila Jul 2023
You know, I started smoking because of you.

The availability of the cigarettes you had on hand when I saw you
To be fair, when I was with you, you’d try your best to not smoke as I’d get dizzy
But somehow I always gave in
I asked for one while knowing this

You’re just an analogy to cigarettes
I know how bad you are for me
Yet when I see you I can’t but help to dive in again
Do it over and over again because as good as it feels it is so unhealthy for me

I do it over and over again and I know it’s unhealthy but it just feels so good

It’s toxic through and through
The smoke etched on my lungs
And I drown in you

Now every time I’m offered a cigarette I can’t help but think of you
I smoke them knowing they’re bad for me
But somehow it gives me a connection to you
Somehow smoking one makes me miss you
It makes me feel you again

And I hate it
Oh how I hate it
I know how bad it is for me — how toxic it is
But somehow I can’t stop

You’re just as bad for me as the cigarettes you once looked at me shocked by me asking for some

Smoke fills my lungs and you fill my heart

But as you keep coming back
As I will keep getting cigarette after cigarette
This feeling of self destruction is unfortunately never ending

And truly, how does one find a conclusion to something everlasting?

This pattern is circular. I stop and when I see you it starts again. I probably won’t ever cut you off. This pattern of self destruction will consume me, just as cigarettes take their victim

(12/24/22; 12:45 am)
Warning: Cigarette smoking is bad for your health
Under the full moon after a twilight evening I light this flammable paper I rolled as I hark back to our faded moment in the back of the cab that night...

I lay shirtless on your marshmallow soft like thighs while you caressed my back with a rather fade a way shy but intentional touch which sent sensual chills down my spine
We were both drunk, me more than you trying to decipher if these were just my chimera postulation episodes or a series of real time occurrences? Whatever the reality,  it didn't matter as long as you were here with me  in this moment, I was at a tranquil state in time and finally.. I understood what it meant to hypothetically float in space..

But as the moon faded into the morning sun and the cigarette burned to the filter tip I couldn't help wonder if nights like this could last longer or when will we re-live  these drunk jiffs as sober moments?
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