#cigarettes poems on Hello Poetry

Anno Oct 2014

It's on the bottle,
On the lit cigarette,
The ***** sheets
And sweaty bodies
That are tangled
Within the emotional
Textiles and figures
That dance on the walls
With each passing car.

It's the cats piano
And the manic that follows.
It's the mouth that opens
And the sound that lingers.

The terms and conditions
Which form when entering into
A loft that isn't yours,
But someone else's.

It's chocolates and cigarettes,
Whiskey and
Of course
A solo sunrise.

#bipolar #disorder #virginty #cigarettes #one #night #stands #first #time #disappointment

Lizzie Jan 2018

addictive kiss

when we kiss, it's filthy
exchanging sensual spit
mine tasting of strong alcohol, hints of strawberry
your reminds me of cigarettes, addictive like nicotine
together we are a walking mess
addicted to abusive subtances
addicted to each other

#alcohol #cigarettes #abusivesubtances #kiss

Tsunami Jan 2018

Silver and Gold

Did I tell you that my lungs burned the first time you told me you didn’t love me?
It was like my first taste of a cigarette,
Except your words never left me any kind of head rush.
My blood was replaced with liquid gold,
When I first yelled “*******” at the top of my lungs.
My veins encased with silver with every step I took.

The boiling point of gold and silver are both well over two thousand degrees celsius.
I swear that night I blistered out of my own skin,
Cauterized my own heart,
To never feel the pain of something so deep.

My hands were scorched with how much time I had spent,
Attending to your needs and pushing my own away.
My eyes begged for relief.
Every inch of skin you had ever touched continued to ignite long after you’d left.

And so in a final desperate attempt,
I say farewell,
To what we once had.
This is my goodbye,
The letting go of all my charred remains.

Lewis Mundt wrote about how people were made of 72.8% water,
To this day I believe,
I was 72.8% lava the night we said we’d never be.

i wrote this when i broke up with my first boyfriend at the tender age of 15

#silver #gold #loss #cigarettes #ignite #phoenix #farewell #metaphor #love #lava

Nathalie Jan 2018

dawn meetings

and you should tell her whose heart you still have
tucked away in the back pocket of your jeans.
and she deserves to know who sold it to you
in the first place for morning kisses
and cold feet in the bed,
because she plants her lips like daisies onto yours at night
and wears knee socks beneath the duvet.
and it's 3 A.M. and you're thinking about taking a drive
and she is fast asleep,
so you take your jeans and your cigarettes
and step on the gas, alone in your Camaro.
and it's still 3 A.M. when you pull into my driveway
and i'm awake, too.
and i say nothing when you unlock the door
and puff clouds through my kitchen.
but i should've known you couldn't remember
if it was my heart
or the nicotine
that you were addicted to,
and yet i padded to where you were,
pulled out your mug from the cabinet
and i thought about how much you traded
when it came to her.

this is an oldie, like when the arctic monkeys came out oldie. i was hella in my feels as an angsty tumblr emo teen (if you couldnt tell at the mention of cigarettes hahah).

#boy #girl #love #unrequited #heart #break #cigarettes #tumblr #emo #nonsense

Wind Jan 2018

Better

I drowned myself in a bottle of *****
so I could feel, or not to feel
There are eleven cigarette butts in the trash
so now my room reeks like smoke
It's still better than the smell of blood
Though my brother wasn't too happy
that I stole all his liquor,
he still thinks that the stains in my sheets
are better than the deep red ever was
Even if they're *****

I'm not sure if I agree

#trigger #blood #***** #drunk #smoking #cigarettes #healing #liquor #***** #feelings

María Carreras Jan 2018

January 1st. New Years

I love this. I want this more often. I am sitting outside in a house that isn't even mine. It smells of saltwater and cigarettes. The cat is purring by my feet as I dance and sing along with Breezy. She is smoking. I am drinking. We are both free, doing what we love and what kills us the most. I remember how it all started. Ella, my boyfriend and I drove to the house, so excited, so happy and cheerful. Breezy had set everything up. And as we poured overly priced Malibu in plastic shot glasses we thanked each other for the memories made this year. We talked about how weird it had been meeting each other; drunk, exactly the same as we were in that moment. We took one, two, three drinks of the coconut flavored venom, as we kept going, pouring another glass of that gasoline in my already burning throat. Music was playing. And it was a mess. Indie music, pop, screamo and reggaeton. Trying to take pictures in which our stomachs looked flat, our ***** perky and our butts round. It was hard. But we were too excited to care. We wanted to fit in, to show everyone that yes, we have friends. I remember stepping on the wet floor right as I took off my uncomfortable heels, and left it where the girls had left theirs: thrown around on the floor. We unzipped each other's dresses and started playing silly games. Eating from a stolen box of chocolates as we whispered secrets around an ugly tablecloth. Make up wipes covered in black and sparkles filled the trashcan up, as we complained about the breakouts of our skin and complimented each other just because. We felt stupid. We felt young. We were having so much fun all alone. In the middle of that stupid teenage chaos, I felt loved. And that is how we fell asleep. Me, in the middle of the bed hugging Ella and holding Xavier's hand. Covers and blankets up to our noses, whilst Breezy lied down at the bottom of the bed singing as she scrolled down instagram. That is the last thing I remember before waking up. And I am thankful for having woken up. Because in 2017 I didn't think I would make it. And that morning I just wished I could live long with those people, the people I love.

This is going to be a "diary" for me to come to. I want to write down moments I always want to remember. It is not to gain popularity but much rather to show myself that I have things to live for when I feel down.

#diary #words #party #alcohol #cigarettes #music #love #teenagers #cat #memories

Dakota Jan 2018

To Walk Through Mud

my shoes are caked
with brown mud and
my arms have new burns.
getting high alone in the woods
is fine until the paranoia sets is
and the trees i love on lsd
become my hated enemies.
i find a book of matches on
the ground, twenty minutes
after my lighter died.
they are wet and do not light.
the cigarette between my lips
dangles there, before falling
into the mud i trudge through.
i use my own name in vain
and try to pretend that
losing my lucky isn’t unlucky.

the title was given to me as a prompt by a friend

#drugs #cigarettes #smoking #**** #lsd #fire #matches #mud #lighter #lucky

C E Ford Jan 2018

Ashes to Ashes

And for some
God-forsaken reason,
you keep calling me back to bed,
back to a time
when the ocean air was as warm
as the beers in our hands.

That was the night I thought
all things were
possible,
and for the first time
in a long time,
it felt good to feel that
hope.

I hadn't yet tasted you,
not the salt-sting
of your tongue,
and the bitterness
of your cigarette-laden
mouth.

You treated mine like
an ashtray,
giving me your embers,
flakes and burnt-out ends,
but only in the chill
of January air.

I was never allowed inside
to warm,
but watched from
the porch,
cold and hard,
listening to your laughter
bounce off ceiling beams
and floor tiles.

And even now,
when a lifetime
stands between
you and
me
and that beach,
I can't help but think
that those sandy shores
are more comfortable
than my own mattress.

Whether it's nostalgia or the weather, I'm feeling cold and a little bit bitter.

#nostalgia #winter #love #bitter #loss #ocean #cigarettes #rosecoloredglasses