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Eternal CigaretteA Poem by LolaBased on a misunderstood soul, who seems to find themselves in the comfort of the comforting smoke their body exchanges with a cigarette. |
Chainsmoker: A PoemA Story by KimberleeIf you can't tell I'm a smoker. I have been so for a while, and do it to alleviate stress (not a good reason). I feel like this expresses my feelings .. |
In Loving MemoryA Poem by Vampyrica1995As I watch you lie in your box, Tears stream down my face, And through cigarette's haze And alcohol's delirium, I will be right next .. |
Happily (N)Ever AfterA Poem by Vampyrica1995O Anguish,My only friend,Why is it that we meet so frequently?With every cigarette I plague my lungs,To the scars that my blade causes,To the de.. |
Strange Happenings in the MatrixA Story by Graysin AngelThese are all things that really happened around my home. |
The Sun DialA Poem by mackenzi_drewphotographing an old sun dial in a blizzardcold winter breath surroundscigarette smoke wisps, alluring woman in a doorwayshe lead me to an attic an.. |
SplashA Story by QwineAs he drove down the long, dark road the boy pulled a cigarette out of its case and put it to his lips. He made a turn and picked up his lighter, a.. |
Saintly Joan Outside A Bar Somewhere On The NorthW..A Poem by Bill SchultzThe title says it all, no? I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself.. |
SmokeA Poem by E. A. LideYour breath is smoke in the wind. Smoke comes from fire, there's a fire within your chest. Burning, slowly churning, charring, smoking like ham.. |
Cigarette KissA Poem by JesscribblesTaste of temptation |
NO SMOKING.A Poem by Terry CollettA 9 YEAR OLD BOY IN 1950S LONDON IS STOPPED BY A POLICE OFFICER BOUT SMOKING. |
Flowers in my lungsA Poem by RachaelIt was a little like taking a puff of a cigarette, The few times I’d given it a try. My lungs inflated and my head spun, Something.. |
Degenerate beauty queenA Poem by rachBe my prince charming,in a misogynist fairy tale.Put a cigarette between my lips,let the smoke curl around my tongue,You’re salty,like the ocean.. |
CafeA Poem by ScribblerThere was a man with a fedora he was reading literature outside the cafeI didn't know whether to ask him kindly for a cigarette or to ask him to keep .. |
The bluesA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereEvery bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen. Amy Winehouse |