I never really liked smoking. I did it for one stint when I was in college freshman year just to fit in. It never really bothered me when other people did it either. This time was different though, as he put that cigarette up to his lips I couldn’t help but want to smack it right out of his mouth.
And her cold hands shook as she was smoking her cigarette. Her gaze fixed upon the dim light coming from the horizon. She was surprised that it was already sunrise, but she didn’t plan on going to sleep. The peace of the empty streets is what she yearned for at that time.
Wisps of smoke curl into the air from the cigarette hanging limply from his lips. Plump, red lips corrupted by the stick of chemicals he chooses to divulge himself with every once in a while.
you used to make a ring when you were smoking
i used to ask you how was it and then i would try
but I wasn’t successful, not even once
just like with my attempt to forget you
i wasn’t successful, even now
Smoke billowed from the cigarette in his mouth. I tried not to show how offended I was that he did not even ask if I minded him smoking. All the more reason not to see him again. And here I thought my friend had finally found a proper blind date for me. Note to self: tell friend that guys who smoke turn me off. So I mumbled an incoherent excuse and hurried away from the smoking section of the fancy restaurant he brought me to. Saved! Now what to do with the rest of the night…that in itself is another story.
A large gust of air twirled into the air as steam rose from the mans lips. Chemicals. Disgusting chemicals. That’s what had wafted into the man’s nose. Of course, he didn’t mind. In fact, he liked the scent. That’s the odd thing about smoking, don’t you think? You become addicted to something that is clearly unhealthy, only satisfying you for a very short amount of time before things are but too late for you. What a shame. Whatever. It’s not like he cared – let alone any of the other fellow smokers. It became a habit; breathing in the disastrous fog.
In the grey clouds, I saw your eyes
I saw the crimson straight from sunset skies.
You are vibrant hazy,
I am cursive, and lazy
when we’re smoking.
Then I start to get silent and
then I think things like you refilled the Brita filter
and you are so different, I didn’t want to know your birthday;
and I obsess about your crooked smile,
sometimes, when I complete the collage of your face.
If you are nothing, you are something to me.
If you are lonely, you are my imaginary friend.
You, cerulean eyes;
me, albino, surprise
when we’re smoking.
There is something about smoking that is severely relaxing. I am not sure if it is the nicotine or the fact that it is something to do with my hands when I am feeling agitated.
Whatever it is, it is a great way not to strangle the person in front of me.
Carlton knew that smoking would likely be the end of him — cigarettes and booze were the perfect recipe to cook up a steaming order of esophageal cancer, and he already had acid reflux. Still, a low-level sense of doom wasn’t enough to prevent him from stopping by the E-Z Quick at midnight to ensure he’d be able to enjoy a smoke with his coffee first thing in the morning.
NO SMOKING, the sign said, until I tore it down and lit my pipe aggressively, the smoke thrashing like an angry third arm across my shoulders. When a waiter stormed over to demand I put the thing out, I threw my bad beer in his face, threw on my coat, and sauntered outside, pipe still puffing like a chimney. The tobacco was sweet, and the smell clung to my curls and made them feel sticky against my jawline. I felt like myself again.
it kills and doesnt benefit society one bit. no one benfu=its from smoking not the smoker or the people around them. it had negetavily impacted many families and needs to go away.
In the dark red skies of the full sun, she was there. She was alluring with her big red lips and long lushes legs. But what was that between her lips? oh, a cigarette. How her parents warned her not to start. That she wasn’t going to be able to quit once she started. And now looking at her, she was a scrawny little oldie puffing. Oh how she wanted to quit, but it was too late. The smoke that filled her lungs had consumed her happiness and now she was 7 feet under. Just because of that ONE cigarette, her life was over.
in the dark red skies of the full son, she was there. She was alluring with her big red lips and long lushes legs. But what was that between her lips? oh, a cigarette. How her parents warned her not to start. That she wasn’t going to be able to quit once she started. And now looking at her, she was a scrawny little oldie puffing. Oh how she wanted to quit, but it was too late. The smoke that filled her lungs had consumed her happiness and now she was 7 feet under. Just because of that ONE cigarette.
Smoking is bad considering that it causes your lungs to burst out. Smoking can cause severe damage to your lungs and your internal organs and it is very hard to quit so if you dont want to be smoking your entire life i suggest that you dont smoke at all.
Sprawled on the bleachers with a broodingly bored look on her face, she was pretty much the embodiment of teenage delinquency. All done up in leather and a perpetually bad attitude, the only way she could’ve been more of a bad-teen stereotype was if she’d been smoking.
“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who the hell cares cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.
“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who fucking cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.
Smoking kills. Then why does dad do it? He says it’s just a cigar, that it doesn’t do any harm, but I don’t buy it. He needs to take care of himself. Smoking liar, smoking devil. He tries to hide things from me but they always reveal themselves in the end. Whether I want them to or not. Sometimes, the smoke swallows me whole.
Kenji sat outside his boss’ office, smoking with his boss’ driver. He noticed he still hadn’t got a reply back from his girlfriend, which annoyed him, so he started to send another message. Remembering this was his third try, he got annoyed and dialled. A voice told him the phone was out of signal range. He clicked his teeth, and decided to visit the bar that night.
i was smoking , and i died and afta that i had a smoke with this guy called smiddleburg, then i had a die again coz it was funner as! and then i was smoking
his hair was on fire. he couldn’t believe it. she through the fire at him. and it was all he could do to dodge getting his nose burned off. but now his gorgoeous flowing hair was lopsided on one side. oh she will get hers. no worries there.
She suddenly lay over and rested her head in my lap. My breath hitched as she blew smoke rings that twisted and curled up into the night just as my core did in response. Just as smoothly she raised back into a seated position beside me.
The grey skies over Collingwood were punctured with industrial chimneys, smoking like bored teenagers, spilling long clouds of fuzz out into the streets. During the bleak winter, the ever-present haze made the town feel heavy and exhausted. Everyone moved slowly under mountains of fleece. Everyone except Hamish. He darted about from corner to corner, door to door like a wippet; impossible to catch, a good thing given the local constabulary had a few bones to pick with him.
this is bad for you, bad and expensive. quick smoking right now. you could have a lung cancer, this is bad for you and the people around you. a cigarrete can destroy all your taste, your skin, your lungs, your breathing,
She’s burning. Polluting. All the airways near her are filled same as hers, and honestly, they don’t feel too good either. Something’s wrong, and it’s not the cigarette in her hand.
It’s probably got a lot more to do with the body that’s laying on the cold cement.
She prods at it with her foot. “Well, shit.” She looks over at Marty, his head tipped down, loose strands of hair falling over his eyes. “That wasn’t part of the plan, was it?”
Someone in the background snorts. Bitter laughter. That’s what they’ve resorted to, that and a pile of cooling skin.
The smoking bones of the house threw their flaming arms into the sky, sparks mingling with the dusty stars overhead. We laughed as wooden planks burst to orange at our feet. The embers were our past, smoldering hearts of heat that survive after the blaze. The fire was us, and we burned until the daylight burned away the moon.
I had my first cigarette when I was in 6th grade. It was completely peer pressure. I thought smoking would make me cool. How cliche. I inhaled deeply and immediately thought, “this tastes horrible.”
smoking. i think its a normal habit that people use to escape their minds for a while. its a time to think about whatever they want. About life, their struggles, global issues. I personally think smokers are very mysterious people and I am not at all judging them for what they do. I dont think its a bad habit, I simply think we got our own habits to distract ourselves from everything.
she never intended to begin smoking – but as soon as it happened, she felt as if she’d chosen her entire path to end at this point. it was just another way to quicken her pace towards death, and somehow she didn’t mind it. she’d at least be dying on her terms, even if it were just slow enough and horribly painful. right now, she was smoking, and nothing else mattered.
The puff of smoke made my wife whine but I sighed with relief. The sweet smoke of my cigar filled my mouth, nothing could replace it. I would forever be a smoker, and I was fine with it.
Smoking is a terrible habit that has been around for years and years. Many people have died for he effects of smoking yet still there are new smokers everyday. Why? For one thing tobacco the main ingredient in cigarettes is highly addictive. It contains a chemicals that endanger a person’shealth.
Lets take another cigarette, I need just one more. While i’m here, with you, it seems RIGHT to be smoking. It seems I need this when I am with you, it seems that we need it, to be friends. The all time socialiser.
I never really liked smoking. I did it for one stint when I was in college freshman year just to fit in. It never really bothered me when other people did it either. This time was different though, as he put that cigarette up to his lips I couldn’t help but want to smack it right out of his mouth.
And her cold hands shook as she was smoking her cigarette. Her gaze fixed upon the dim light coming from the horizon. She was surprised that it was already sunrise, but she didn’t plan on going to sleep. The peace of the empty streets is what she yearned for at that time.
Wisps of smoke curl into the air from the cigarette hanging limply from his lips. Plump, red lips corrupted by the stick of chemicals he chooses to divulge himself with every once in a while.
you used to make a ring when you were smoking
i used to ask you how was it and then i would try
but I wasn’t successful, not even once
just like with my attempt to forget you
i wasn’t successful, even now
Smoke billowed from the cigarette in his mouth. I tried not to show how offended I was that he did not even ask if I minded him smoking. All the more reason not to see him again. And here I thought my friend had finally found a proper blind date for me. Note to self: tell friend that guys who smoke turn me off. So I mumbled an incoherent excuse and hurried away from the smoking section of the fancy restaurant he brought me to. Saved! Now what to do with the rest of the night…that in itself is another story.
A large gust of air twirled into the air as steam rose from the mans lips. Chemicals. Disgusting chemicals. That’s what had wafted into the man’s nose. Of course, he didn’t mind. In fact, he liked the scent. That’s the odd thing about smoking, don’t you think? You become addicted to something that is clearly unhealthy, only satisfying you for a very short amount of time before things are but too late for you. What a shame. Whatever. It’s not like he cared – let alone any of the other fellow smokers. It became a habit; breathing in the disastrous fog.
In the grey clouds, I saw your eyes
I saw the crimson straight from sunset skies.
You are vibrant hazy,
I am cursive, and lazy
when we’re smoking.
Then I start to get silent and
then I think things like you refilled the Brita filter
and you are so different, I didn’t want to know your birthday;
and I obsess about your crooked smile,
sometimes, when I complete the collage of your face.
If you are nothing, you are something to me.
If you are lonely, you are my imaginary friend.
You, cerulean eyes;
me, albino, surprise
when we’re smoking.
There is something about smoking that is severely relaxing. I am not sure if it is the nicotine or the fact that it is something to do with my hands when I am feeling agitated.
Whatever it is, it is a great way not to strangle the person in front of me.
Carlton knew that smoking would likely be the end of him — cigarettes and booze were the perfect recipe to cook up a steaming order of esophageal cancer, and he already had acid reflux. Still, a low-level sense of doom wasn’t enough to prevent him from stopping by the E-Z Quick at midnight to ensure he’d be able to enjoy a smoke with his coffee first thing in the morning.
Man’s Stupidity
Is summed with such wastefulness
As “need” for SMOKING
Smoking people make
Most litter in parking lots
Lazy, Weak Babies
Now you have E-cigs?!
Better smells and less messy
Still…It’s your weakness!
Not so hot
part of what used to be
can’t contain it
can’t contol it
thin and transparant
yet deadly as a knife
something to overcome
no power over me
NO SMOKING, the sign said, until I tore it down and lit my pipe aggressively, the smoke thrashing like an angry third arm across my shoulders. When a waiter stormed over to demand I put the thing out, I threw my bad beer in his face, threw on my coat, and sauntered outside, pipe still puffing like a chimney. The tobacco was sweet, and the smell clung to my curls and made them feel sticky against my jawline. I felt like myself again.
Smoking gun. Machine. Chick.
Smoking meat. Cigar. Your competitor. Rising up three houses down.
it kills and doesnt benefit society one bit. no one benfu=its from smoking not the smoker or the people around them. it had negetavily impacted many families and needs to go away.
In the dark red skies of the full sun, she was there. She was alluring with her big red lips and long lushes legs. But what was that between her lips? oh, a cigarette. How her parents warned her not to start. That she wasn’t going to be able to quit once she started. And now looking at her, she was a scrawny little oldie puffing. Oh how she wanted to quit, but it was too late. The smoke that filled her lungs had consumed her happiness and now she was 7 feet under. Just because of that ONE cigarette, her life was over.
in the dark red skies of the full son, she was there. She was alluring with her big red lips and long lushes legs. But what was that between her lips? oh, a cigarette. How her parents warned her not to start. That she wasn’t going to be able to quit once she started. And now looking at her, she was a scrawny little oldie puffing. Oh how she wanted to quit, but it was too late. The smoke that filled her lungs had consumed her happiness and now she was 7 feet under. Just because of that ONE cigarette.
Smoking is bad considering that it causes your lungs to burst out. Smoking can cause severe damage to your lungs and your internal organs and it is very hard to quit so if you dont want to be smoking your entire life i suggest that you dont smoke at all.
Sprawled on the bleachers with a broodingly bored look on her face, she was pretty much the embodiment of teenage delinquency. All done up in leather and a perpetually bad attitude, the only way she could’ve been more of a bad-teen stereotype was if she’d been smoking.
The smoking remains of the castle behind them left no question as to who the winners were. She clucked her horse forward. They needed to leave anyway.
“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who the hell cares cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.
“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you. You’ll get cancer. You’re damaging your body. It’ll become an addiction. Soon enough you won’t be able to stop smoking.”
Everyone, each and everyone of us grew up hearing this.
But then we got to high school and it became socially acceptable, just another norm.
I used to criticize, but you know what…Who fucking cares? Do what you want. It’s your life. But please I beg of you, don’t flaunt it like it’s an achievement.
Smoking kills. Then why does dad do it? He says it’s just a cigar, that it doesn’t do any harm, but I don’t buy it. He needs to take care of himself. Smoking liar, smoking devil. He tries to hide things from me but they always reveal themselves in the end. Whether I want them to or not. Sometimes, the smoke swallows me whole.
Kenji sat outside his boss’ office, smoking with his boss’ driver. He noticed he still hadn’t got a reply back from his girlfriend, which annoyed him, so he started to send another message. Remembering this was his third try, he got annoyed and dialled. A voice told him the phone was out of signal range. He clicked his teeth, and decided to visit the bar that night.
i was smoking , and i died and afta that i had a smoke with this guy called smiddleburg, then i had a die again coz it was funner as! and then i was smoking
i was smoking , and i died and afta that i had a smoke with this guy called smiddleburg
his hair was on fire. he couldn’t believe it. she through the fire at him. and it was all he could do to dodge getting his nose burned off. but now his gorgoeous flowing hair was lopsided on one side. oh she will get hers. no worries there.
blood red and black lace
with a voice like a noose
a mind like a whip
she welded herself just as dangerously
just as provocatively
my senses scattered before her
locking me into a deadly game
an oh, so irresistible diversion
she teased and eluded my endeavors
like the smoke which seeped from her long cigarette
to me she will always be
The Woman
Irene Adler
She suddenly lay over and rested her head in my lap. My breath hitched as she blew smoke rings that twisted and curled up into the night just as my core did in response. Just as smoothly she raised back into a seated position beside me.
The capricious elven creature.
The grey skies over Collingwood were punctured with industrial chimneys, smoking like bored teenagers, spilling long clouds of fuzz out into the streets. During the bleak winter, the ever-present haze made the town feel heavy and exhausted. Everyone moved slowly under mountains of fleece. Everyone except Hamish. He darted about from corner to corner, door to door like a wippet; impossible to catch, a good thing given the local constabulary had a few bones to pick with him.
this is bad for you, bad and expensive. quick smoking right now. you could have a lung cancer, this is bad for you and the people around you. a cigarrete can destroy all your taste, your skin, your lungs, your breathing,
She’s burning. Polluting. All the airways near her are filled same as hers, and honestly, they don’t feel too good either. Something’s wrong, and it’s not the cigarette in her hand.
It’s probably got a lot more to do with the body that’s laying on the cold cement.
She prods at it with her foot. “Well, shit.” She looks over at Marty, his head tipped down, loose strands of hair falling over his eyes. “That wasn’t part of the plan, was it?”
Someone in the background snorts. Bitter laughter. That’s what they’ve resorted to, that and a pile of cooling skin.
The smoking bones of the house threw their flaming arms into the sky, sparks mingling with the dusty stars overhead. We laughed as wooden planks burst to orange at our feet. The embers were our past, smoldering hearts of heat that survive after the blaze. The fire was us, and we burned until the daylight burned away the moon.
I had my first cigarette when I was in 6th grade. It was completely peer pressure. I thought smoking would make me cool. How cliche. I inhaled deeply and immediately thought, “this tastes horrible.”
smoking. i think its a normal habit that people use to escape their minds for a while. its a time to think about whatever they want. About life, their struggles, global issues. I personally think smokers are very mysterious people and I am not at all judging them for what they do. I dont think its a bad habit, I simply think we got our own habits to distract ourselves from everything.
she never intended to begin smoking – but as soon as it happened, she felt as if she’d chosen her entire path to end at this point. it was just another way to quicken her pace towards death, and somehow she didn’t mind it. she’d at least be dying on her terms, even if it were just slow enough and horribly painful. right now, she was smoking, and nothing else mattered.
The puff of smoke made my wife whine but I sighed with relief. The sweet smoke of my cigar filled my mouth, nothing could replace it. I would forever be a smoker, and I was fine with it.
DONT DO IT
SMELLS
STATION BREAK
RELAX AFTER WORK
She calmly sat in the chair smoking the last cigeratte, as she watched him flail around on the floor dying
Smoking is a terrible habit that has been around for years and years. Many people have died for he effects of smoking yet still there are new smokers everyday. Why? For one thing tobacco the main ingredient in cigarettes is highly addictive. It contains a chemicals that endanger a person’shealth.
Lets take another cigarette, I need just one more. While i’m here, with you, it seems RIGHT to be smoking. It seems I need this when I am with you, it seems that we need it, to be friends. The all time socialiser.