Why are you smoking?
Smoking is bad, they said
Yet, that is all you see
Relentlessly
When you turn on my or your own TV
Smoking
Why is it so easy to do?
Puff here
Puff there
You see it every single where
Inhale
Pause
Exhale
Smoke
They say they can stop
But alas,
They cannot
It has ripped through their souls
Oh, how they are trying to hide
From ghosts,
Of past memories
Oh, the irony.
They are of the same matter.
One's ghostly,
The other is smoky
But alas,
They are the same.
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This was inspired by my part-time muse. He smoked a lot. It was somewhat of a joke between us, although I wanted him to stop. He was but a moment in time, distant memories in my mind. Whispy like the same matter that draws from between his lips as he puffed his contaminated, dangerous air in a slow, steady exhale. Gone but never forgotten.
No, he's not dead. He's doing quite fine, I think. I'm not too sure anymore.
Again, he didn't know that he was my muse. No one did. I created some of my best work because of him, unknown to both him and myself.
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aruma - naked thoughts
PoésieSometimes, written words are a way to release thoughts that you'd never have the courage to say out loud to others. Real and true poetry. These are free-verse because, sometimes, feelings are so raw that they're not meant to rhyme, and that's okay!
