I smoke away my emotion
And drink at the pubs
I now have a notion
I need drugs
The white smoke pours out of me
Like a cloud of emptiness
I am so indulged in this life
It is a sickness
Pull me from this world
In which I dont belong
It gets harder to breathe each day
As my life goes on
I am destroying my lungs
And my kidneys too
All from the simplest
Thought of you
I would rather die
Than be in this "reality"
So I escape
To another mentality
Addict:
I liked your poem and its straight forwardness. Maybe to get anti - smoking patches rather than progress or even toy with the idea of addictions. I smoked cigarettes for 30 or more years and found the anti- smoking patches excellent. Now a non smoker for about 9 years. Good luck.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Something tells me..
something tells me its not chronic smoke either! Favors?...you should read my folder 'The Lost Poems'...you'll know what I mean ;) ...
SoulKritiC
Awesome
This is really deep. My favorite that I've read so far. Keep writing.
Agapáme
"Sin sticks" the road to HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL..................
Great poem
"Nicotine vallium vicodin Marijuana ecstacy and alcohol c-c-c-c-co-caine..........................." Meetcha on tha stairwell???
I foresee addiction as a
I foresee addiction as a 'dying diagnoses' along with a lot of others---soon to become history in the annuls of American medicine. There will always be those who 'buy into' it, but yes...in the end, all it is, a 'chosen reality'. We know all the answers if we listen to the voice inside....and each right answer/choice is different depending upon the individual.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
response..
Im not talking abobut ciggarettes although I am trying to quit them.. lol :p
Addict
As an ex-smoker 8 years now, and after 30 odd years of smoking I would say it is good advice to give up smoking, nicotine patches realy can help you. But don't give up on your poetry, admist filling your lungs is the feeling of desolation.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57