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Cigarettes MAG

June 22, 2014
By Pdvarona PLATINUM, Miami, Florida
Pdvarona PLATINUM, Miami, Florida
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I inhale my ink-like cigarettes
An addiction that has me on the edge
Like breathing under water
The metaphors fill my lungs
My veins
Blood made of words
Feeding my mind
But no way to say them
Write them
I'm running out of time
Because enough cigarettes can kill
Enough crumpled papers can kill
So much to say
Not enough ink
So I keep smoking
I keep inhaling
Hoping the exhale can
Bring the words
That desperately long to
Escape
And roll off the pen
Onto paper
Roll off my tongue
To hang in the air
So I bring the cigarette
To my lips
Time and time again
Longing for some danger
Some fear
Some regret



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on Feb. 20 2015 at 12:59 am
moonlitashes BRONZE, FREMONT, California
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i really like your poem. It was very strong, rhythmic, and it touched a corner of my heart. Thanks for sharing :)

on Jun. 26 2014 at 12:34 pm
Emayen_Laweit_Ryuzaki SILVER, Denver, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
The first to apologize is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest. The first to forget is the happiest. - unknown<br /> no matter how gifted you are you alone can not change the world... but that&#039;s what makes it so special. - L

this poem is amazing! very inspiring great job dude