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Published: 2005-07-01 13:16:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 167; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 4
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the cigarette burnsthe smoke curls around my head
the ash lenghtens,
as i take a drag,
and begins to crumble from the draft around me
my flesh is cool,
but the embers are warm and inviting
i take another drag,
and begin to contemplate my life
why am i here?
at this moment,
in this place,
sitting and writing,
thinking about my smoke?
what's the point?
instead of spending my time wisely,
expanding my mind
i'm watching the hypnotic twirl of my fix
maybe that's why i live,
to be mundane,
to make attempts to find meaning,
in a fucking cigarette.
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Comments: 1
Blackmageap [2005-07-02 05:15:12 +0000 UTC]
Wow. I like this poem a lot. It's very nice how it carries me off into it, so i don't even notice that it doesn't rytheme. I had to look at it a second time before i realized that. I loved that you used a cigarette for this poems theme as well. I myself have never smoked, but have seen others do it. Everything was like watching you do it yourself. Great job on this.
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