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Jasmine Reid Sep 2020
I wish I could leave you in the ash tray like all all my stress,
I’m struggling to quit this, to quit us

This wrong side of heaven
This pairing

But I let the pollution fester

I want to leave you in the ash tray,
but what if it still burnt
and started a wildfire.
Paul Idiaghe Sep 2020
as autumn plants her feet,
cities burst into smoke, shades
and silence, until I can only sit
& grieve as a ruby-dream fades

into the mist; tell me this is earth
breaking feasts to mark the birth
of our bond, tell me this remains
the season where hearts rain

like leaves as they, as we, fall
in love beneath golden trees
& we'll only need to loosen our all
to cling tighter than we please;

tell me that when the perils flee,
you'll return, arms open-- tell me.
JcF Sep 2020
Perplexed with intoxication
Visualize not mentalization
Saturated overcame this destination
...
Life
Bullet Sep 2020
I’ve been smoking a lot more
I’ve been drinking a lot less
Which is better or worse
******* how about you mind your own business
Esther Sep 2020
sitting outside in the autumn air
rolling one last cigarette
every night without a single worry

big sur moon my only friend
memories flowing back
drowning my senses in liquor and regret.
inspired by a conversation with Sam.
Harley Hucof Sep 2020
The night comes but i am not ready to sleep

In my dream my lover comes in yellow and green

She removes the crown of leaves off her head
Pulls out a leaf and rubbes it against my chest

Then crumbles it into a pipe and place it on my lips
Commanding me to take a big long hit


As i inhale i reach death,

The end has been summoning me
Whispering my name in between breath
Yet life still claims me

And leaves me wanting more
I would smoke the whole crown if i had the choice


Words Of Harfouchism
Max Neumann Sep 2020
kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin'
welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin'
the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights
i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee

45 to 88, made myself a shake
beat like an earthquake, first take
crying for a remake, dying for a remake
1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz

yummy yummy, my past was slummy
so, you find tizzop where the ice is
my lifestyle is priceless, priceless
i don't care, nobody is viceless

how could one dare to imitate this flair?
i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!"
ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe
and now be good, baby, get on ya knees
If I could smoke away all the pain,
I'd never stop setting the fire.
Even if it'd wash away in the rain,
I'd never stop chasing my desire.
Don't let the old sins turn yourself into a lifelong tragedy. The past is there for learning and not overbearing.

To quote David Wooderson from Dazed And Confused -

"The older you do get the more rules they're going to try to get you to follow. You just gotta keep livin' man, L. I. V. I. N. "
Sherlene Sep 2020
The fluorescent light shone on your naked skin,
Your body interwoven with the synthetic rhythm as it fades out.
Dying embers around the tip of your cigarettes,
Sweet smoked curled and danced their way,
Through the dense clouds and billowed the room.  
Taste of tobacco and winter breeze on the seam of your lips.

The moonlight shone on your chest and shoulders,
Like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden,
We devoured the forbidden fruit,
Intoxicated by the rhythm of entwined souls.

Flickering flare ignite from the lighter,
Smoke hung in the air and shifted out of the window,
Like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden,
We stood by the window and,
Inhaled the sweet burning sensation in silence.
Esther Sep 2020
***
rainy day
messy white sheets
naked bodies
soft music
smell of smoke
your lips crashed against mine
like an apocalypse...
🖤
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