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Elissa Gregoire Jan 2015
May you never cease to thrill at the ordinary.
May the charms of spring never cease to awaken your soul.
May you never grow accustomed to your lover's smell,
that you do not inhale it so often
that it becomes merely oxygen.
Stay young forever.
I started smoking when you left me
Swore I would stop when it stopped hurting
2 Years Later,
I inhale
as I realize the only thing that stopped hurting
is the burn in my lungs.
An excerpt from my story.
Ky Blackstar Dec 2014
Can I be your cigarette?
so you can pull me out of a dark box
so you can light me up when I'm cold
so you can keep me on your lips
so you can inhale me even though you know how toxic I am
but you don't really care because you love that feeling in your lungs
*Not my poem* Credits to the author
if anyone knows who wrote this beautiful poem please message me so I can give them the proper credit.
Ham Aloufi Dec 2014
Inhale. Exhale…
Close your eyes, and let your worries out
Inhale. Exhale…
Let your hope bloom, and sprout
Inhale. Exhale…
The sand watch is broken
Inhale. Exhale…
You’re showering beneath the flakes of time
Inhale. Exhale…
Time is but sand slipping through your fingers
Inhale. Exhale…
Send out your screams. Send out your shout.
Inhale. Exhale…
Open your heart, and ears out
Inhale. Exhale…
Lesson, and hear.
Inhale. Exhale…
Now tell me what you feel. Tell me what you hear?
Inhale. Exhale…
That’s right. That’s what you hear
Inhale. Exhale…
That’s your echo. There is no help there is no hero
Inhale. Exhale…
There is but you
Inhale. Exhale…
You plant the field by day, and rest at night
Inhale. Exhale…
There is no stop in the clock
Inhale. Exhale…
There is no walls, there are but stepping blocks
Inhale. Exhale…
Don’t worry the sand is but a fall
Inhale. Exhale…
The waves will bring you to your knees
Inhale. Exhale…
The waves will tear you apart
Inhale. Exhale…
Watch your world break. Watch your world rip asunder
Inhale. Exhale…
See that lighting shredding the sky, watching it fall as burned leaves
Inhale. Exhale…
Open your eyes, and see
Inhale. Exhale…
You are but in a field
Inhale. Exhale…
You are but in a room
Inhale. Exhale…
You are chained to your fears
Inhale. Exhale…
The more you fear the more you lose
Inhale. Exhale…
The more you fear the more you sink
Inhale. Exhale…
There is no god, there is no hero
Inhale. Exhale…
There is but you
Inhale. Exhale…
We all know we are going to die babe
Inhale. Exhale…
Let’s die fighting or die trying
Inhale. Exhale…
joyce knee Dec 2014
I inhale and hold my breath until I see black-
blank spots in my vision.
I exhale and release
beautiful, long-limbed clouds of smoke.
Shrouding my face, covering my eyes
blinding me to everything
but these pale tendrils
fluid and simple

curling wisps of smoke
scar the air
scar the silence
and

all secrets lie in smoke
if i could read it, i would know
the world.
I inhale all the conversations that could fill up this room,
but i opt for silent stares.

You exhale your words of disdain,
your negativity,
your rants,
casting deathly glares.
Oh, how I love to
            light you up
       Watch you slowly burn
            Writhing
       between my finger
I know my love for you
         is slowly killing me
     But I enjoy watching you suffer
                    Filling my lungs
             Watching the smoky
      Leftovers of your soul
Float into the air
         I breathe you in so deeply
               Deep inside me
     Then slowly let you out
             Over and Over
        I created you
              I've made you who you are
Then I devour you
        Oh, how I love the taste of you
     The scent of you
                The fact that you're bad for me
         Just makes you all the more enticing
       Like life and everything
                 If you were good for me
          You wouldn't be so **addicting
*shrugs*
What can I say?
I'm addicting to smoking cigarettes, i wrote this in the amount of time it takes to smoke one.  Smokers will understand.  :)
Alexa Dark Nov 2014
The last cigarette burning in my hand
I slowly inhale all the bad inside
It's burning my lungs and I hope
That my heart wil turn into ash too
What heart?
Touché
Hannah Oct 2014
I sat outside tonight
and watched them smoke their cigarettes
as the campfire mingled with my lungs

As the smoke cleared
and the light faded
I thought to myself

that I would much rather
inhale you

-h.w.
(someone commented something on one of my poems that gave me the idea for this poem so shout out to you!)
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