ha! how unique you are! sneaking that occasional cigarette where no one can ever see you. feeling like scum, the feeling the calm of a moment’s break wins as you inhale. just like a million others.
Janet
I’m eatin….catch me later
alan
blech gross and smelly I like cigars and pipes but cigarettes are simply repulsive. aroma and all. make people ugly too. blech
john
cigarettes are disgusting, I don’t know why anyone would have so little respect for their own body and hurt it like that, cigarettes seem dirty and trashy and seeing my friends smoking them makes me physically ill, I don’t want them to keep hurting themselves. cigarettes should be illegal, the world would be a much better place without people hurting themselves.
brooke anderson
Leaning back onto the hard brick; it feels cool between my shoulder blades. the wind picks up a tendril of ivy that hangs between me and the sun, and bats it up and down. a woman in a black skirt and suit catches my eye. I absolutely love the way high heels make the muscles in a woman’s calf pop as she walks. She turns her head to catch me looking. I let her catch me. She feigns a look of affront (for the sake of decency) and carries on walking, though her stride is suddenly a bit more measured, her back arched ever so slightly. She looks back at me again three steps later. I’m still looking. This time I smile like I just stole the last cookie from the jar. This time her gaze lingers for a split second longer. Then she lowers her head and walks away quickly, planting each spiked heel with a little more force than necessary, producing a loud crisp click that resonates all around, filling the empty street.
Scott Hisdal
cigarette
marie
cigarettes have been smoked by me and my friends. they are not a good habit to get into. they can really ruin your life, not only your body but really hurt your pocketbook. my one friend smokes alot and i do not like it since it costs him a ton of money. if he would not spend it he could have enough money to almost buy a home.
m.g
i took a slow languid puff on my last cigarette. the fumes mixing with the damp morning air. I closed my eyes, exhaled slowly and thought “Bliss”.
Jan
Cigarettes.
Relax.
Desire.
Crave.
Hate.
Love.
ADDICTED.
Allison Throckmorton
Mmm… oh yeah, lovin’ it. There is something about a cig that makes time slow down and my head clear. I can’t stand the thought of cancer, and I know several people who are dealing with that very thing. It’s cruel, it’s unfair, and it’s incredibly sad. But, that cigarette- it’s calling my name. Not even calling- it’s singing, it’s hollering, it’s capturing my attention in too many ways. I don’t smoke though. I just love the thought of it. Maybe this is why people call me hypocrite? No… it’s probably because I say one thing and secretly do another and what does that have to do with menthols?
moron
people smoke cigarettes on cold days in january. Camel and other cigarette brands are not good for you and can be harmful on your health. About 1,000,000 people die everyday from cigarettes.
Andrew
I smoke cigarettes daily. I really don’t like that I do, but it’s just the thing I do now you know? Like I get high, and I want a cigarette, I know I’m not addicted, I just like the process and the up it gives me when I’m high. I could care less if people judge me for it too. Fuck it right?
Ryan
It burned as it dug into his skin. He hated the way she smoked all the time, balancing the white bar between her lips, the light paper slowly disintegrating, getting shorter, the smoke wafting up through the night air. She looked at him as she breathed the smoke out of her mouth, and he thought she looked ridiculous.
Lucy K.
ew. filling your lungs with tar: sticky, black, and just gross. Why would you do this to yourself? The phrase “couldn’t quit to save my life takes on a more literal meaning.
Emma
The time came when the empire knew no bounds. Fashioned from rope and spun to the limit of its length, the land was a net above an enraged sea. To the net came a smoker, a man taught the names of the stars and a lover of the cigarette. Welcome he was not, but the thought of discharging him to the void was unacceptable ot hte net walkers. Did he then enflame the net and doom them all. No, he did not. Life is not simple.
Bruce McCann
He drew in the last puff from his last cigarette, then casually dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his heel. Stretching a little in his stereotypically badass-looking black leather trenchcoat, he strode forward silently towards his target with a hidden blade in his hand.
vish
smoke
bas smell
people
party
bar
alcohol
drink
music
coffee
Joci
The cigarette butt lay at my feet, still crisp from its previous smoke. I caught temptation by the wings and saw my opportunity to experience a previously withheld experience. I picked up the butt and gave it a whiff. It was as cracked up as it was made out to be. The stench rotted my mouth.
Carl Shan
I am trying my darn hardest
cold turkey is never a fun route
but perhaps the best
i cannot scold myself for a slip up
and relapse
but see it as a short lived
vacation off the wagon
but one i will return from
blahhh i stinks
and i’m not cool
but at nighttime it is just so good
abby Young
The cigarette butt lay at my feet, still crisp from its previous smoke. I caught temptation by the wings and saw my opportunity to experience a previously withheld experience. I picked up the butt and gave it a whiff. It was as cracked up as it was made out to be. The stench rotted my mouth.
Carl Shan
The small room was made smaller by the lack of visible air. Through the smog, flashing lights shown out, and loud music pumped. It was a hell of a party, so I heard.
Melody Grace
Cigarette… what a wonderfully disgusting thing. I love them so much thinking about it makes me want to light one right now… but they make me cough and hack up nasty crap. It’s just not attractive… and I want to find a man… who’s gunna want a girl that spits more then they do!!??
Rachel
i smoke
inhale
let it sink in
deep deep within my cavities
i watch as he does the same
lights it
lets the match burn down to his fingers
all the while that damn cigarette hanging out of his mouth so alluringly
i
Inhale that deep and deadly breath for the fleeting moment of pleasure. Inhale for that moment. Live for that moment, but die in the next. Whats the fun? Whats the point? Just breathe.
Se7on
people smoke them and it kills them. mybe there just not thinking, or the camele triked them into doing it, farewell. =D
july
yumy yummy cancer
annonymous
I love cigarettes so much. I think of their caustic and acrid aroma that darkens my lungs and brightens my days. Their carcinogens fill my heart with such joy and lesions upon the valves that I can’t imagine a day without them — other than the two years I’ve already suffered without them.
masshystereo
The cigarette is a creation of myth, cinema, allure, and tobacco. It is a source of debate, love, desperation, and sex. It can be reviled and adored, but it is never inert. It is always sexual.
Anna
The but lays in the gutter, disgarded by its owner. Hated by the thousands but loved all the same. Its a hard life for a serial killer.
leaheline
It was almost disgusting how much she thought about him and his smile, that stupid cigarette he smoked every morning as she came down the stairs, his blue eyes piercing her as she wrapped her scarf around her neck as if to protect herself from his way of making her melt, even in the middle of winter.
Grace
boys look so hot when they smoke these
lola
Her car reaks of cigarettes. Its not a bad thing anymore. Its comforting and I like to watch it glow as she lights up, especially at night. The smoke bothers me sometimes, but theres nothing to do. She is my best friend, and she believes it is classy and not trashy. She is killing herself, the smoke circling her head like a halo.
rachael
long nights desert pines coffee in the morning smoke breath lingering on clothes, i feel the way i always have about you. sitting on stoops staring at the moon looking at the sky from the cliff rolling down the highway with the windows down, i know this could last forever. and forever it has lasted, many moons and i am still alone clutching you in my hand trying not to think about tomorrow.
grace
A deadly cancer stick that takes people’s money. The surgeon general warns that it will kill you, but people pay and smoke anyway. Puff after puff they watch as the smoke fills the room becoming a death trap for themselves.
Ryan Sollinger
can’t breathe.
Brittany
There was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. It was burnt out and limp like an old french fry. It was greasy with hangover saliva–again, like an old french fry.
Amy
I can’t stand smoking. I think the habit is just wrong. so gross. I am glad that I did not ever start. The fact that I can hike and run without losing my breath is enough of a reason not to smoke. Plus everything always smells when there are smokers around you.
Mindy
the smell was intense. no more than that, it seeped into my pores, it clung to my clothes and soaked my hair. he sat there, in that feathered beige armchair, just staring out at the door at me, just baiting me into the broken screen door. I threw the cig on the ground, pushed it into the cracks of the sidewalk and turned my back to the house.
e gordon
ew! i don’t know why people would want to smoke. they are just slowly killing themselves its a pointless stupid and exspensive habbit!!!
Naomi
my Dad used to smoke while we were asleep. waking up to a closed off throat was always hell – johnny carson jangling from the tv. going up front and begging to put it out.
ha! how unique you are! sneaking that occasional cigarette where no one can ever see you. feeling like scum, the feeling the calm of a moment’s break wins as you inhale. just like a million others.
I’m eatin….catch me later
blech gross and smelly I like cigars and pipes but cigarettes are simply repulsive. aroma and all. make people ugly too. blech
cigarettes are disgusting, I don’t know why anyone would have so little respect for their own body and hurt it like that, cigarettes seem dirty and trashy and seeing my friends smoking them makes me physically ill, I don’t want them to keep hurting themselves. cigarettes should be illegal, the world would be a much better place without people hurting themselves.
Leaning back onto the hard brick; it feels cool between my shoulder blades. the wind picks up a tendril of ivy that hangs between me and the sun, and bats it up and down. a woman in a black skirt and suit catches my eye. I absolutely love the way high heels make the muscles in a woman’s calf pop as she walks. She turns her head to catch me looking. I let her catch me. She feigns a look of affront (for the sake of decency) and carries on walking, though her stride is suddenly a bit more measured, her back arched ever so slightly. She looks back at me again three steps later. I’m still looking. This time I smile like I just stole the last cookie from the jar. This time her gaze lingers for a split second longer. Then she lowers her head and walks away quickly, planting each spiked heel with a little more force than necessary, producing a loud crisp click that resonates all around, filling the empty street.
cigarette
cigarettes have been smoked by me and my friends. they are not a good habit to get into. they can really ruin your life, not only your body but really hurt your pocketbook. my one friend smokes alot and i do not like it since it costs him a ton of money. if he would not spend it he could have enough money to almost buy a home.
i took a slow languid puff on my last cigarette. the fumes mixing with the damp morning air. I closed my eyes, exhaled slowly and thought “Bliss”.
Cigarettes.
Relax.
Desire.
Crave.
Hate.
Love.
ADDICTED.
Mmm… oh yeah, lovin’ it. There is something about a cig that makes time slow down and my head clear. I can’t stand the thought of cancer, and I know several people who are dealing with that very thing. It’s cruel, it’s unfair, and it’s incredibly sad. But, that cigarette- it’s calling my name. Not even calling- it’s singing, it’s hollering, it’s capturing my attention in too many ways. I don’t smoke though. I just love the thought of it. Maybe this is why people call me hypocrite? No… it’s probably because I say one thing and secretly do another and what does that have to do with menthols?
people smoke cigarettes on cold days in january. Camel and other cigarette brands are not good for you and can be harmful on your health. About 1,000,000 people die everyday from cigarettes.
I smoke cigarettes daily. I really don’t like that I do, but it’s just the thing I do now you know? Like I get high, and I want a cigarette, I know I’m not addicted, I just like the process and the up it gives me when I’m high. I could care less if people judge me for it too. Fuck it right?
It burned as it dug into his skin. He hated the way she smoked all the time, balancing the white bar between her lips, the light paper slowly disintegrating, getting shorter, the smoke wafting up through the night air. She looked at him as she breathed the smoke out of her mouth, and he thought she looked ridiculous.
ew. filling your lungs with tar: sticky, black, and just gross. Why would you do this to yourself? The phrase “couldn’t quit to save my life takes on a more literal meaning.
The time came when the empire knew no bounds. Fashioned from rope and spun to the limit of its length, the land was a net above an enraged sea. To the net came a smoker, a man taught the names of the stars and a lover of the cigarette. Welcome he was not, but the thought of discharging him to the void was unacceptable ot hte net walkers. Did he then enflame the net and doom them all. No, he did not. Life is not simple.
He drew in the last puff from his last cigarette, then casually dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his heel. Stretching a little in his stereotypically badass-looking black leather trenchcoat, he strode forward silently towards his target with a hidden blade in his hand.
smoke
bas smell
people
party
bar
alcohol
drink
music
coffee
The cigarette butt lay at my feet, still crisp from its previous smoke. I caught temptation by the wings and saw my opportunity to experience a previously withheld experience. I picked up the butt and gave it a whiff. It was as cracked up as it was made out to be. The stench rotted my mouth.
I am trying my darn hardest
cold turkey is never a fun route
but perhaps the best
i cannot scold myself for a slip up
and relapse
but see it as a short lived
vacation off the wagon
but one i will return from
blahhh i stinks
and i’m not cool
but at nighttime it is just so good
The cigarette butt lay at my feet, still crisp from its previous smoke. I caught temptation by the wings and saw my opportunity to experience a previously withheld experience. I picked up the butt and gave it a whiff. It was as cracked up as it was made out to be. The stench rotted my mouth.
The small room was made smaller by the lack of visible air. Through the smog, flashing lights shown out, and loud music pumped. It was a hell of a party, so I heard.
Cigarette… what a wonderfully disgusting thing. I love them so much thinking about it makes me want to light one right now… but they make me cough and hack up nasty crap. It’s just not attractive… and I want to find a man… who’s gunna want a girl that spits more then they do!!??
i smoke
inhale
let it sink in
deep deep within my cavities
i watch as he does the same
lights it
lets the match burn down to his fingers
all the while that damn cigarette hanging out of his mouth so alluringly
Inhale that deep and deadly breath for the fleeting moment of pleasure. Inhale for that moment. Live for that moment, but die in the next. Whats the fun? Whats the point? Just breathe.
people smoke them and it kills them. mybe there just not thinking, or the camele triked them into doing it, farewell. =D
yumy yummy cancer
I love cigarettes so much. I think of their caustic and acrid aroma that darkens my lungs and brightens my days. Their carcinogens fill my heart with such joy and lesions upon the valves that I can’t imagine a day without them — other than the two years I’ve already suffered without them.
The cigarette is a creation of myth, cinema, allure, and tobacco. It is a source of debate, love, desperation, and sex. It can be reviled and adored, but it is never inert. It is always sexual.
The but lays in the gutter, disgarded by its owner. Hated by the thousands but loved all the same. Its a hard life for a serial killer.
It was almost disgusting how much she thought about him and his smile, that stupid cigarette he smoked every morning as she came down the stairs, his blue eyes piercing her as she wrapped her scarf around her neck as if to protect herself from his way of making her melt, even in the middle of winter.
boys look so hot when they smoke these
Her car reaks of cigarettes. Its not a bad thing anymore. Its comforting and I like to watch it glow as she lights up, especially at night. The smoke bothers me sometimes, but theres nothing to do. She is my best friend, and she believes it is classy and not trashy. She is killing herself, the smoke circling her head like a halo.
long nights desert pines coffee in the morning smoke breath lingering on clothes, i feel the way i always have about you. sitting on stoops staring at the moon looking at the sky from the cliff rolling down the highway with the windows down, i know this could last forever. and forever it has lasted, many moons and i am still alone clutching you in my hand trying not to think about tomorrow.
A deadly cancer stick that takes people’s money. The surgeon general warns that it will kill you, but people pay and smoke anyway. Puff after puff they watch as the smoke fills the room becoming a death trap for themselves.
can’t breathe.
There was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. It was burnt out and limp like an old french fry. It was greasy with hangover saliva–again, like an old french fry.
I can’t stand smoking. I think the habit is just wrong. so gross. I am glad that I did not ever start. The fact that I can hike and run without losing my breath is enough of a reason not to smoke. Plus everything always smells when there are smokers around you.
the smell was intense. no more than that, it seeped into my pores, it clung to my clothes and soaked my hair. he sat there, in that feathered beige armchair, just staring out at the door at me, just baiting me into the broken screen door. I threw the cig on the ground, pushed it into the cracks of the sidewalk and turned my back to the house.
ew! i don’t know why people would want to smoke. they are just slowly killing themselves its a pointless stupid and exspensive habbit!!!
my Dad used to smoke while we were asleep. waking up to a closed off throat was always hell – johnny carson jangling from the tv. going up front and begging to put it out.