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Sovit Pokhrel May 2018
inhale curiosity.
exhale amusement.
A roll of fantasy.
A Tragic chapter sprouting..

Inhale stress.
exhale relief.
A puff of heaven !
drowning in  the tar of ecstacy !
connecting my life support on you.

inhale frustration.
exhale happiness.
A puff of goodness !
Flying on clouds of smoke !
connecting my life support on you !

inhale temptation.
exhale pleasure.
a sense of anxiety in your absense.
fooled by a desire.
connected my life support on you !

light on my fingers.
so good on the lips.
breath of pleasure.
connected my life support on you !

heavey heart, tight lungs.
dizzy head, weary eyes.
explosion of thoughts.
Calmness only comes with you !
Can't function without you !

GASPING FOR SMOKE !
ITCHING WITH DESIRE !
SURVIVING ON  PUFFS !
A SMOKER I AM!


SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH!
smoking is stupidity at its finest.
Viseract Apr 2018
My girlfriend, she's getting back into boarding.
And out of boredom, i wanna restart smoking
Cigarettes on my mind,
All the time,
whenever i feel like giving up, my friends asking if im fine and im like...

rhymes aha

Because to her, its seen a crime,
Despite the fact that its what got her hooked on my line....
Projecting a bad boy image, kinda funny innit,
How i sit here spilling words and she off on her wheels like.                                                                                                                                                      

****, i wish i did some **** just like that,
Instead i do boxing; beat myself up bad            

Sitting alone, thinking to myself "where's home?"
Because if i was there, surely I'd feel a little welcome but no...

I dont feel hope...just cold
Instead of being positive i want my brain to choke

Huh, pretty funny isnt it?
Seeing a psych for two years and here I am, like it didnt do ****

You would think that it might, think I'd be alright but                                                                                
I sit here killing myself while y'all say my bars are tight but
...

Life aint great, never has nor will be.....
When you going up you get cut down, you feel me?

It may be hard to see, through all this fog,
But its made from cigarettes yknow the urge aint quite gone huh

I'm still bringing that back...
Thought i was gunna say something wise, but ****, cut me some slack

Its hard to just speak like, straight from the brain,
When half of you is already smoking, the other goin insane

The circuitry that is me, its not been wired right,
So when you might see just shadows, my day is seen as night

Its probably the rising stress, the anger and the pain
But I'd quite like to smoke a bit, and see those embers again
Been a while but I'm fighting it
He huffed and he puffed and he blew my house down
The devil found me here
joel jokonia Oct 2017
I puff,
I pass

i learn a life lesson
share with people it pays if it doesnt it satisfies
Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2017
Give me a puff.
Drowse me and kiss me.



- LynnAA
24/06/2017
Steve Mar 2017
Time to let the dragon sleep
Holed up in his cave so deep
Put the toys back in their box
Close the door and turn the locks
The dragon's night is at an end
Morning light on dreams descend
Cease your roar start the clocks
Put the toys back in their box
Adventures tales are ours to keep
But now's the dragon's turn to sleep.
Banita khanal May 2016
That yellow miniskirt
On
My
Cylindrical
Slim body,
Makes you uncontrolled,
I feel your fingers over me
That touch,
Your lips
And that fire you lighted on me
Gives you pleasure
The more you inhale me inside
The more you feel high
But suddenly
You leave me unsatisfied
Then,
I hear your voice
“Bro, can I have another cigarette?
cigarette personified
undefined Jun 2015
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
INTOXICATING TO INHALE
BUT ALL TOO EASY TO EXHALE

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
EASY TO LIGHT
BUT EVEN EASIER TO PUT OUT

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I KNOW YOU’RE KILLING ME
BUT I STILL TAKE ANOTHER PUFF

YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I’M A CHAIN SMOKER
& TONIGHT I CAN’T GET ENOUGH
// late night addictions //
Prabhu Iyer Feb 2015
A puff of cigar in, mist, out
on the street, shrouding the
tracks and missed heart aches;

this morning, time,
is not kept by the ticking clock.

Only one vehicle has crossed the road.

Mellow sun warming up the snow
forever burying the tracks out;

The stubble's scruffy, and heart,
as dishevelled as the sheets;

Empty cups, full of memories -
and stained of the night's wine;

In the corners the embers still crackle:

leaning back on ease chair,
wondering
who it was that left early
this misty morning;
Classic noir: served with morning coffee.

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