Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire
I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip
The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough
That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!
That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?
Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!
I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!
Categories:
smartens, fear, forgiveness, funeral, health,
Form: Rhyme
Where do you find the right girl,
When you feel like going on a date?
They're so few and far between,
It seems that way of late.
Girls are funny creatures,
Who give men fits all the time.
"You can't live with or without them",
Or, so goes the rhyme.
Smart girls are too picky,
Thinking they know it all.
They often look at you from their pedestal,
Trying to make you feel small.
Pretty girls are a real treat,
Except for their fashion sense.
They will wear the mottliest of clothes,
Sometimes, it makes you wince.
Ugly girls are hard to date,
I'm going to tell you why.
They say beauty is only skin deep,
But, that's difficult to believe when you look them in the eye.
Dumb girls are the best to date,
You can tell them anything.
They believe every word without hesitation,
Never, ever, questioning.
So, I'll look for a dumb girl,
To take out on a date or two.
And if she's pretty or smartens up along the way,
Well...that would be alright, too!
Categories:
smartens, fantasy, funny, social
Form: Rhyme
who am i and what gives me the right to compare myself to unique? what specify
gives tyciala the ability to read and write her own poetry. who gave this "YOUNGE"
girl this hustler outlook about everybody and everything. in addition somebody
please tell me why tyciala keeps call en her self ms.dre but only on certain
thangs ,and pieces. and then she thinks that she own the world. i think that her
words are blunt and she has been through to much. her hair, her smile,her
personality has both harmony and humor. the most of us want. but most of all
when i try and get to know her i can't get through to her. her heart has walls as tall
as China great wall. and the strongest , and smartens, couldn't know a chip off
her walls.all because i am afraid to fall.so who am i and what gives me the right
to compare myself to the most unique and best? because my pride wouldn't let
me rest if i wanted to do anything else.
Categories:
smartens, art, devotion, passion, visionary,
Form: Cowboy Poetry