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Tyler Atherton Aug 2018
Tell me,
How many sips does it take,
How many puffs does it take,
How many pills does it take,
How many cuts does it take,
How many attempts does it take,
To feel the way I do?
To hurt the way i do?
To be the way i am?

© Copyright Tyler Atherton
Meera Mar 2018
As I put the cigarette between these lips of mine
Just one match and it came alive
The first puff burnt all my worries down
With the second one I got rid of my frown
The third drag made me feel your arms around me
With the fourth one I started feeling free
The fifth puff was warm against the cold air
The sixth one made my vision clear
With the seventh, I could see my spirit dancing in smoke
The last one left me wanting for more
Cigarette smoking is injurious to
Tehreem Feb 2016
On the mission of self destruction
He craved his own devastation
So he lit a new cigarette
After one too many
He took a long lazy pull
Clearing his fuzzy mind
Killing his own monsters
Smoke filled his lungs
Soft puffs left his lips
He inhaled sharply
To burn out his demons
To ashen his thoughts
The screaming subsides
His worries fell quietly
With ashes to the ground
Subtracting from his life
Puffs of thistledown
floating in the air.

Lovely lady
dark blue plums
and the tracery of lace.

'Toot' says a trumpet
to the cry from a clarinet.

Tinkling piano notes
lilting, rippling, fleeting

Bows, strings and violins.

Echoes of yesterday
fading into grey.

— The End —