[email protected] decisions are mine! My freedom, my pride and my joy. I'm living the dream of an American boy. Ill say it again, my decisions are mine... Why do they feel like suicide?
Its my choice and my right to smoke this cigarette, gamble against cancer? Ill wager my bet. 8000 chemicals! Tar, carbon monoxide, asbestos! The list goes on and on, and the hot smoke burns my lungs. The cilia melts away so that the dust has a nice long stay. I'm sure it'll kill me one of these days, too bad there's no god, otherwise I would pray.
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Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is another example of me vomiting my thoughts on to the page in one draft. There was very little editing to do, I wrote it in 5 minutes flat, and yes, there was a Marlboro burning in my mouth the whole time. Enjoy, and let me know what you guys think. Feedback, even negative, is always appreciated :)
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Naw, drag it in. Just don't whine later. All good. I have many a'wish I was still smoking' poem in my archive. Go for it.
Great poem. I Can totally relate to this, the thoughts, the fags and I often write in the same way too. Thanks for sharing 😊
Could try a prayer, or three? See what may happen. I started as a teen, and lasted all of half a ciggy! Never again! Try gradual cutting down maybe?
I don't know about addiction - well, not the experience of it anyway.
The best way I can describe nicotine addiction is to say that its like a little voice in your head telling you you need a smoke. Even if you're also like, nah I don't, the other side of your head will win unless you discipline your self. After the first three days,though, the physical addiction is all but gone and its all in your head at that point.
I see. I don't notice people smoking so much now, with it banned from certain places. Yet there's still plenty of it about.
I picture your tombstone.
RIP Wackyheartache4 who took 5 mins to tell us he didnt care. No idea where he went cos there isn't a god - so he said. Oh...deja-vu.
Well actually, I want my tombstone to read "buried treasure". It'll My last opportinity to fuck with people, after all!
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