#poem on smoking

[soonillbefixed]

Cigarettes bastardise your chords like tar, for sins you must repay. I don’t think of you as immoral, just that there’s a holy in your mouth, orally fixated on the smoke. As you breathe it out, the cigarette breathes you in—deeper than a fire to a match, sadly, deeper than how you see my love.

[mournfulroses]

Dorianne Laux, from Smoke: Poems; "The Best Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing,"

[amicus-noctis]

“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.” ― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

[myfakeplasticlove13]

I wish I knew you when you were 11 :/

[grhmwtts]

you’re the smoke in my lungs

the lump in my throat

suffocating me sweetly

if only a coughing fit

would befit

your release

i would hold you tight

my last sign of life

you’d squeeze

you had your chance

now i find breath in dance

and life in song

i reached for the moon

and fell from your view

an illusion of blue

it’s been six months now

since i last smoked a cigarette

since i last saw your face

funny how one unhealthy habit

could make a whole world

change

[stickmenyaoi]

about absence; presence. Lover; Warrior

Inspired by.

[arspoeticamaia]

lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me

[whaliiwatching]

sparks fly

cleared the smoke for you

[nepotismofthearts]

'It's Just A Cigarette And It Cannot be That Bad'

[psychedeliccait]

another dayyyy ;p

[mournfulroses]

Dorianne Laux, from her poem titled "Oh, The Water," featured in Smoke: Poems

[ilakiyaaa]

Cigarettes seem to know

The ecstasy of being burnt

And then smoking for someone

Who lit all of you in flames

All by a small click of a lighter

And then slowly devours you

Till nothing is left

Flicks you right away after

Into some street garbage

Till you are not found anywhere, anymore

And all that is left of you

Is the little smoke

Which lingers on in the air

Every single day.

©️ ilakiyaaa

[mortallypurpleshark]

When the years of struggle with a mind that won’t cooperate with the long line of ambitions I have mounted, the reality of my current state sinks in: this is how it has been and this is how it will be.

[barf90]

[sassysaturnstuff]

puts cocaine in lipgloss so when he kisses me he thinks i’m god.

[onherway]

From my debut poetry book: Dangerous Sessions: The Black Room