#cigarettes poems on Hello Poetry

-- Sep 2017

do your hands ever shake when you think about me?

i get nervous when i think about you-
yet if you called me over tonight i’d probably be there in 20.

i used to write poems about my ex’s marlboro reds-
now i have trouble muttering a word about that parliment
hanging off your lips so eloquently.

i can only pick myself off the ground a few hours at a time everyday-
the rest of the time my fingers are fumbling to the tune of my inner
ramblings of anxiety.

i move around my room arranging objects no one really needs-
for what?
to tune out the sound of your voice in my head
telling me I’m probably doing something wrong-
again.

#anxiety #cigarettes #exes #love #heartbreak

C E Ford Sep 2017

To Ash

There aren't many things
I get right in this life.
I light cigarettes just to watch
them burn,
and drink liquors
that taste like gasoline
to watch them burn through me.

I've never been someone
to love someone else
without loving
how they make me feel first.

And all the men and boys
and drug users
and *** addicts
call me a *****
and call me cold
because I can't love them more
than they love
the valleys of my ribs
and the lavender that grows
in them.

But the truth is,
that I don't think
I'll ever be able to
love someone else,
not like I love
sitting on the porch
of a chilly morning
or the crimson color
of paper cuts
from the $2 tattered novels
I buy from junk stores.

There aren't many things
I get to keep in this life,
other than my own scars,
dreams, and vices.
And I'd rather them consume me,
turn me into ash,
then be the dust
that sits on top of
books unread.

#addiction #ashes #autumn #books #cigarettes #dust #loneliness #love #reflection

Daisy Rae Aug 2017

cigarettes

My grandfather cares for me and my mother
Since dad left we haven't had much
I never hear much from my older bother
I crave just to feel a loving touch
Bullies drove me away from school
So now I do it secluded in my home
One time a boy told me that I was a tool
And he'd use me however he wanted
I used to draw on my wrists with sharp objects
It made me forget about the pain in the dark
To the boys who smiled and said I was beautiful
I wish I had never let you give me marks
God says my body is a temple
Yet I starve and scratch it all up
***** and cigarettes have always been my escape

Drowning in Hennessy and blowing away my worries in smoke
I've always worried about my shape
I've never been anything but broke
I love when my grandfather visits me
He leaves behind a trace of his smell
He smokes a pipe and tries to hide it's fragrance
It reminds me that we all have our little bit of hell.

#cigarettes #smoke #***** #hell #boys #bullies #body #grandfather

sunprincess Aug 2017

Cigarette Kisses aren't Cool

Some men of long ago were geniuses
of an extraordinary kind
Yet, those men chose to use their mind
not for good of mankind
Devicing a brilliant, yet devious plan;
A fantastic plan for every common man,
woman, boy, and girl
A stunning plan by some genius men
Leaving everyone beguiled and bewildered
A plan simple yet complex,
starring cigarettes, cancer, and copd,
and superfast machinery
for mind blowing production
An ingenious plan, unstoppable and fail proof
A plan for population reduction
Genius men playing everyone for a fool,
Cigarettes, an ultimate uncool

#cigarettes #cancer #copd #genius #plan

Xavier Quinn Aug 2017

How Much?

She was only 17 and smelled of cigarettes and sorrow
Standing under an old streetlight on the corner of
42nd and Harlow Avenue in the latest the hour can be

Why was she there, on the corner of 42nd and Harlow Avenue?
Nobody knew
Not even she did
Or how she got there
But that part wasn't entirely important
She still had her phone, her purse, her dignity
And most of her clothing?
Maybe just her phone and purse.

Her intoxication had taken over
Her vision is slightly blurry
And her head feels as though it weren't even there
Her senses are tricking her
For she hears a familiar rhythm from behind
Getting louder and louder in 4/4 time
She only realizes what it is when it stops right next to her

"How Much?" The man asks her
His eyes are full of greed
And his breath's filled with Whiskey
Hers probably smelled the same
Along with the result of an empty Camels pack

"Well?" He asks again, his eyes fixed on every curve her dress made
"How Much?"

She looks at him
Dead in the eye

"Life has no price when one wishes to end it."

He stares at her for a few seconds more
Then walks off into the shadows to find satisfaction

She watches him go
And keeps looking long after he's gone
She opens a new pack
And blows through half of it
Toying with the idea of taking three steps into Harlow Avenue

Seemed a fitting ending

Hey there
I apologize for a narrative with a sad note to it
But it's something I came up with awhile ago
And I wanted to share it
Thank you for reading once again
It means the sea to me

I'm working on something big
Excited to share it with you

Take care.

#alcohol #cigarettes #drunk #depression #suicide #lust

Mila Berlioz Jul 2017

Smoking the Night Away

I'm smoking the night away.
With your picture right in front of me.
All I can do is smoke, one, two, even four cigarettes.
I smoke thinking of how much I want you by my side, and how much I can't.
It breaks my heart, so I fill the broken parts with smoke.

I smoke the night away, because there is nothing else to so.
My friends are asleep, I'm not even sure they are my friends. They might as well be dead and no one would tell me.
My family will not talk to me as they used to, they've been driven away by my sadness.
Lately, my dog has been the only one around me. He gives me the kisses you won't, because we're too far away.

I smoke the night away. Because, what else am I supposed to do?
The night is full of terrors, the night is full of regrets. Tears fall down my face, imaginary tears though. I can't afford to cry.
So I smoke the night away, for no reason whatsoever, I guess. Smoking cigarettes is the best I can do, to not feel a thing. So, I smoke the night away.

#cigarettes

Maria Etre Jul 2017

Light Me a Ciggy - Kiss Me Gently

I lay you on my lips
you burn me
out of breath

I kiss you
intermittently
inhaling
all the satisfaction
I can take

I catch my breath
in between
till you finish
by signing my lips
with that little
burn
that keeps me
wanting
more

dear cigarettes

#dear #lips #breath #nicotine #cigarettes #habit