#ciggs - Hello Poetry

The cold wind of the night blows soothingly As I light my ciggarettes Burning away my life as well The thoughts of the past came back to me Like a VHS tape complete with the date and time Plays back the time when I was able to feel Back when you were there The smile, The laugh, The silly jokes Those were the good times You left without notice My heart ran away with you I don't even feel anything The world is just numb I'd like to thank you for it I've fallen into the dark abyss of numbness And I like it As I was finishing my thought My ciggarette burnt out

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Apr 24, 2018

Apr 24, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC

danial-suhaimi

Ciggarettes

The cold wind of the night blows soothingly As I light my ciggarettes Burning away my life as well The thoughts of the past came back to me Like a VHS tape complete with the date and time Plays back the time when I was able to feel Back when you were there The smile, The laugh, The silly jokes Those were the good times You left without notice My heart ran away with you I don't even feel anything The world is just numb I'd like to thank you for it I've fallen into the dark abyss of numbness And I like it As I was finishing my thought My ciggarette burnt out

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I remember..... Whilst doing the time I didst in prison; The strangest little thing When noone canst buyeth cigarette's none more Since the state outlawed it in prison's (Ridiculous) since people wilt still smoke anyways..... I remembered walking into the caged yard of beast's; Seeing them phening for that smell and taste of tobacco As I remember seeing one of mine old friends there From the intermediate prison before that, Matt's his name; Taketh out a little plastic bag of tobacco out of his pocket... And a white blank piece of paper, From one of the small Bible's thou canst findeth; As little Bible's in prison aren't just for God's word But also they sell for ten bucks a pop. As he rolled a cigg, so tightly and fused...... As him and all the other's Went back to the bleachers, By the prison's football field Wherein that was the spot, Everyone hid their smoking Yet, The guards didst not careth They were bringing dope in Amongst other things! To calm and ease the brute beast's...... As in that old prison I was in Thou wouldst want to calmeth thy nerves to Trust me.... Tis not a place, for the kindest of soul's as me...... As seeing them smoke those bible rolled cig's Madeth me thinkest at that moment; They just do this To feeleth human: To feeleth alive.... To feeleth free, Whilst trapped in a cage...... As tis Being animal's in ourn cages; We were, still free, more than the rest Of society... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

As prisoner's, we were more free, than society

I remember..... Whilst doing the time I didst in prison; The strangest little thing When noone canst buyeth cigarette's none more Since the state outlawed it in prison's (Ridiculous) since people wilt still smoke anyways..... I remembered walking into the caged yard of beast's; Seeing them phening for that smell and taste of tobacco As I remember seeing one of mine old friends there From the intermediate prison before that, Matt's his name; Taketh out a little plastic bag of tobacco out of his pocket... And a white blank piece of paper, From one of the small Bible's thou canst findeth; As little Bible's in prison aren't just for God's word But also they sell for ten bucks a pop. As he rolled a cigg, so tightly and fused...... As him and all the other's Went back to the bleachers, By the prison's football field Wherein that was the spot, Everyone hid their smoking Yet, The guards didst not careth They were bringing dope in Amongst other things! To calm and ease the brute beast's...... As in that old prison I was in Thou wouldst want to calmeth thy nerves to Trust me.... Tis not a place, for the kindest of soul's as me...... As seeing them smoke those bible rolled cig's Madeth me thinkest at that moment; They just do this To feeleth human: To feeleth alive.... To feeleth free, Whilst trapped in a cage...... As tis Being animal's in ourn cages; We were, still free, more than the rest Of society... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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When I look at you, I see the frustration in your liver, I notice the lack of fight in your lungs and I see stutter of your heart. You don't deserve to die, so stop trying to. You don't see it but I stare right through you. Unload your weapons before your lungs stop swinging.

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

punk-rock-hippy

Stop swingin.

When I look at you, I see the frustration in your liver, I notice the lack of fight in your lungs and I see stutter of your heart. You don't deserve to die, so stop trying to. You don't see it but I stare right through you. Unload your weapons before your lungs stop swinging.

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