Newport

This is an old one I unearthed, it's about smoking my first cigarette when I was 15

I stood nervously next to you
Drowned in your scent
In the freezing November air
Behind work

You light one up
And joke about me
But I don't understand sarcasm
Affirmation, Confirmation
My fingers tremble at the exchange

You ignite it for me
"Inhale," you say
I cough, I sputter
I smile in pleasure

"It comes easier with time."
One hour later
It's time for another.
The coughing dies down
Sensation, perception
My weakness, my weapon

I was dying to try
Now I'm dying for trying

Reviews

[KatiePie]

Beautiful flow in this. I like the imagery you use, I could see you outside, face drowning in curiosity, then there's that moment that changes a million after it when you try one and the world seems to spin differently and you don't relize it until the end, but it's what killed you. For a smoker to write somethnig like this gives me a whole new feel, like you know its whats going to kill you, but you sill do it, almost like slow suicide.

[PaperHearts]

This was such a captivating write. I liked the wording in this piece, and thought that the last stanza in particular was really clever. This piece had a real sense of nonchalance about it that I liked, and it seemed to reflect the topic that you were writing about. A fantastic poem. I really enjoyed reading it. :)
~PaperHearts

[Ashley]

i like the way you describe your feelings

[nono]

My sister smokes Newport....my Mom quit smocking cold turkey and now she can't stand the smell of it....lol Nice job on this it's amazing keep it up!

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

a bad but pleasurable habit they say:) i love the last line, it was nicely and meaningfully rhyme

[Marie Harrison]

Oh, this was sad. It doesn't sound like from your Author's note that you are actually dying from it. Powerful poem. Says a lot about bad habits. How afraid we are and then how casual we be come to the pitfals of those dangerous habits.