My Confession as a Cigarette Smoker

"I held one stick and it wasn't over. And I count my first stick of cigar until it was countless."

Did God ever smoke, or did Jesus teach you wine is better with tobacco?

It was just sudden that a moment glimpse everything has gone mundane. Cigarette has become my dungeon to my solitude. I embrace the good source of life, and the evil it had brought upon me. I foresee the greatness it will falter, destroy, create, justify and eliminate. What has become to the goner, that it has made me the amateur smoker walking downtown with a burning torch at hand, like the young dragon reversing its first flight and burn down its wings.


"I flew beyond the earth, an ordinary fowl that was once outlawed of the placable array of sunset and autumn clouds. Wings grew like the dolphins of the sky..."

Yes, I flew everytime. And I see amazing stuff. Too amazing that it had become amusing, annoying. Suddenly, I flew once more. Good stuff again, aging towards my sight like falling leaf from the top branches of Fall. Nevertheless, that seed grew with that leaf. It never dies until I stop. It's a wild ride to cynical adversities, never been found just there on the corner of First and Amistad, drinking beer and sober with anger, delight... and ultimately the grave.

Reviews

[N]

I feel the exact same way when I smoke.
This is a great poem that many people can relate to.

"It never dies until I stop. It's a wild ride to cynical adversities, never been found just there on the corner of First and Amistad, drinking beer and sober with anger, delight... and ultimately the grave."

Wow, the ending was amazing. Great job!

[Dalebear]

I feel the same when I smoked

[Dream Weaver]

Judiciously written, prudent with every word
scrutinized...Well done my friend.

[Dante Balsote]

I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd:
"How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude."
But grant me still a friend in my retreat
Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet.

--William Cowper

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Yes to friends. No to cigarettes! Haha!

[ScarletCarson]

I smoke socially, but I smoke when I'm depressed. And I can relate with this! :P Right now, I'm attempting to stop. I've gone through a really rough time over the past weeks, and it's about time I snapped out of it...without turning to cigarettes as an escape. :) This is really good! ^_^ Keep it up! :D

[Poeticpiers]

There is only one reason to stop smoking because you want to. The prpaganda about the damage smoking does is unproven theories I have sked for over sxty years without adverse effect In fact when I was young doctore recommende smoking to curb appetite and to sooth the nerves.If they were wrong then why should i believe thay are right now

I enjoyed your writing expressing your feelings presented in well written prose

[@zeewhykay]

You expressed exactly what I feel about/when smoking cigarettes.

The unevitable self-destruction feeling that we all bear for being humans is a fact !

''Cigarette has become my dungeon to my solitude. I embrace the good source of life, and the evil it had brought upon me.''

''...a wild ride to cynical adversities...''

PERFECT descripition

You did a swell job choosing your words, a well appreciated piece my friend.