shes sneaking a smoke
of course everyone knows it
oozing nicotine
Nicotine is making a comeback
analog cigarettes are making a comeback
so many students are nicotine positive.
Every girl has Zyn by her drink at the bar
which used to be seen as a BRO-y vibe.
I’m not taking a view, I’m unbothered by it.
because
I’m hooked as well - I might as well admit it.
I’m into placebos these days and and I’m abjectly
rendered dumb by their unspeakable pleasures.
I went to an acapella concert last night and OMG!
I was mollywhopped (knocked out).
.
.
Acapella songs for this:
They - The Harvard-Radcliffe Veritones
Finesse (Remix) by The SoCal VoCals
Viva La Vida by Buffalo Chips
24k Magic by Acasola
.
.
....
Trump has everyone quivering
he cornh0led those cowards at CBS
but you know who ain’t backing down?
South Park. I LOVE those guys.
Trigger warning. This is EXPLICIT and hilarious.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afetnw70S04
the sharp cry of metal scrapping flint sets you ablaze,
combustion, turning oxygen and nicotine into ash in my mouth,
I want to kiss you my dear,
I want to breath you in and fill my lungs to the brim
with your choked up hope
I want to wait and see,
believe with every part of me,
that when i finish this stint,
things might be different,
that this next drag might lag that aching hole,
and one day soon I might feel whole
im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed
no matter the pain
that might come
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to fall
the scripture clearly indicates
what one should do in this place
step 1
admit you’re powerless
you cant fight demons which dont exist
step 2
find someone who
can save you and set your free
step 3
give up again,
find your god and pray to them
step 4
im getting tired of this
pray for strength to resist
temptations which prick and poke
nerve endings, sending signals
to the brain, wanting more
needing pain,
write it down, find where it hurts
tell us all how you’re the worst
step 5
step 6
step up
who gives a
you wont resist
until your hope ceases to exist
im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one card left
im holding hope tonight
and its hope which
keeps me in this game,
im bankroll backed
no matter the pain
that might come
from losing it all
im in too deep
not prepared to fall
the scripture clearly indicates
what one should do in this place
step 1
admit you’re powerless
you cant fight demons which dont exist
step 2
find someone who
can save you and set your free
step 3
give up again,
find your god and pray to them
step 4
im getting tired of this
pray for strength to resist
temptations which prick and poke
nerve endings, sending signals
to the brain, wanting more
needing pain,
write it down, find where it hurts
tell us all how you’re the worst
step 5
step 6
step up
who gives a
you wont resist
until your hope ceases to exist
The woman in the next booth was gorgeous
Ronnie started to introduce himself
Then he saw the cigarette
His mother had been a smoker
He could not abide the stench of it
The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs
He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker
But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be
The woman stared at the handsome man who had left
For a second she thought he was going to speak
But then he turned and ran
As if he had seen a werewolf
Holding up this lit cigarette,
Like tiny trumpet in fingertips.
Nicotine Nicotine,
Mr. Nicotine.
He hooks You if a kid,
he hooks You in between.
And he will hook You,
Every Molecule of being.
Mr. Nicotine,
Deadly Wicked Fiend.
Nicotine Nicotine,
Mr.Nicotine.
He Roll's in cash,
Poisons Blood Streams,
Man has a plan,
and You Can't Breathe.
MR. Nicotine,
A Fatal Paper Sleeve.
MR. Nicotine,
Until Your Last Weeze.
H.Eless
Poet.
She smells like nicotine
It is in her hair and on her nails.
It resonates when she speaks
And it puffs smoke when she wails.
She is kind of a cigarette clown.
Her scent is not feminine or nice.
She has such a terrible odor
That I would rather smell my mice.
I’ve known a few who were addicted
To alcohol, drugs and eating
I’ve seen their struggle and known their pain
Witnessed their yearning for a better way
I’ve felt them fighting with all their heart
To find the answers to the problems
That keep them abusing themselves
I’ve known many who are hooked
On nicotine, caffeine or gambling
While many others are left praying to heaven
For the answers to bring them out of this
Dark, dismal place where they’re haunted by sin
I’ve known the lonely darkness that sings
Melodies of sadness, sorrow and disillusionment
Mixed with dread, grief and shadows of loss
Colored in hues of ebony and steely gray weeping
With wishes for a chance to finally say truthfully
“I’ve kicked the addiction… I’m free to be me”
Only God knows the answers that will come
When they put down the bottle, the smoke or the rum
And listen to the spirit of God’s one and only Son
Who reveals a peace inside that only He can gather
A serenity that is wise, bold and filled with answers
To the many questions that plague the heart who knows
Love abides inside the soul who reflects the Son
I am the master of my body I think until I realize nicotine has taken over
she is in charge now.
she decides whether my day will be full of cheer.
I did not think I could crave something as much as I do her.
Smoking was something I learned to do by example – both parents.
their home is a reminder that there is a brokenness somewhere.
my breath, my lungs, my habit; it all causes me to have a temper.
when nicotine is not available. I need my fix you see.
I would like to see a possible victory, but with dismay I admit.
I can barely grasp the lies I tell of my smoking life.
there is a loss of something, I am not sure what, but I see better.
others do not hold the chains of addiction. They are mine to deal with.
what chance do I have to kick this habit? I am fearing no chance at all.
she reached for another cigarette
her face falling apart
cracked and parched
her throat scratchy
her children begged her to stop
her anxiety floated away
as her fix was given
she got uglier
her teeth turned yellow
she stopped being pretty
cancer of the mouth
her tongue was gone
she kept lighting up
her tears never sated
her life over
I've been smoke free two months today.
I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay.
Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do.
Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.
Wish i never would have left the house,
Our pride Our big Solanaceae family.
Never wished to bring dishonor to our family.
I just wanted to do something on my own that people would appreciate & would know how important i am,
but not in this way!
Sorry that i left Nicotiana, I know i belong to the house of Nicotiana.
I knew i had something in me so addictive but i always took it as my inner voice pushing me towards success.
Wish i never would have met Harmine, Thought we had something in common that would make us grow big.
Never even thought that we would make it so big that half of the world population would start suffering.
But again, Why dont human use there brain to get rid off the addiction? Why dont they stop smoking even if they know its not good?
Why its always me to be blamed? Why its just my existence bringing them close to their death?
No! I am not addictive! No! I am no the only cause behind their Death!
Its the human nature to blame something else for their failure, Not ME!
Love is my nicotine
In a world of material girls, I don’t need a thing.
There is no possession I could not live without,
As long as I could still write and hear people sing.
Music is everywhere, so I know that people care,
But as for my things? Money is not needed there.
Cigarettes, no alcohol. My addiction is to you.
Well, well, I am not well.
I need love and the stories that I tell.
I could happily walk in broken shoes if you were at my journey’s end.
If you were there until the end, I would walk until the end.
In a world so shallow and where Sponge Bob is so self-absorbed,
I only need one love, to be adored,
To drive me forward,
To inspire my need to write new words, or clarity thoughts.
Love is my nicotine; love is my sunscreen.
You protect me from me and my apathy.
If you love me always, then I will be happy in all ways.
If you hold me next to you this day,
I will drift away
And when I awake beside your smile,
I will begin again.
One step towards this endless mile.
This adventure together,
United by love forever and ever and ever.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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