The Prussian took a drag from his cigarette. He really didn’t like to smoke, but he’d started some years ago and now found it impossible to quit. And anyway, it calmed his nerves at times like these.
disgusting. seriously a useless product for people who apparently have stress problems. I dont understand the stupid fascination with them. they kill your lungs. I get weed but cigarettes don’t do shit. Protect yourself.
The man watched from the window at the diner as the whore across the street took a puff of her cigarette. He watched as her crimson lips took a long drag and has her lungs blew out the putrid smoke. He knew then that he had to have her…he knew then that the time was now. Now he had to gain the courage and the balls to go over and do the deed.
He pulled the cigarette away from his lips and let out a stream of smoke before he looked up at me. “What do you want me to do about it?” he asked sarcastically.
I wish sometimes that i had never smoked. I know it’s bad. But for some reason I thought it would help. I just don’t understand how people can become so addicted. I smoked several and never became addicted. I guess addiction isn’t such a problem for me. Not yet nyways.
John flicked the cigarette butt to the ground before David came back from his scene. He didn’t usually smoke, but he’d been offered one by one of the cameramen, and it had been a stressful night. Thankfully, David would be able to help with relieving the rest of the stress later.
They’re bad for your health- really bad. So many people have died from lung cancer from them, and it’s just way too sad to see someone smoking, wasting years of their life. If you smoke, please stop…..
She told him with a lit cigarette in her mouth. Though it probably wasn’t a deliberate decision, that didn’t change the fact that it multiplied the sting tenfold.
“I’m leaving. I have to leave.” The words billowed out of her mouth, untethered to any shred of sympathy she may have been hiding.
burn. ash. ignite. they light up the night in the mouths of hipsters and wannabe rock stars. like a rotten peach these young ‘cool kids’ look great on the outside but their lungs are as black as their trendy souls.
The muskiness in the air reminded me of him. His hands, body, face. I close my eyes and I see him. His features are all still there. He never left. He is still with me, in my dreams, just the same as he was last summer.
dirty filthy disgusting disappointing killer bridge to so much worse I’ll look older no I look like a baby trying to be older girls look cheap guys look like assholes never understood the draw the intrigue just seems incredibly pathetic.
my dad smokes cigarettes. for my entire life I remember him smoking cigarettes. he has always smoked, even when we were kids. My mom somehow was able to make him only smoke outside not inside. Still the man wreaks.
we’re sitting on the steps of my front porch. he reaches into his left pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. he puts one in his mouth and returns the packet. i feel his hand in my right pocket and i look at him. he grins and rummages around, finally pulling out a lighter. i roll my eyes and look away. there is a slight smile playing on my lips.
this is us. we are like cigarettes and lighters. to the world we are destruction, to each other, we are the perfect match.
“You’re like a cigarette to me — addictive.”
Her eyes widened ever so slightly, then she smiled and laughed a little. “Well, I hope you never decided to quit on me,” she said.
“Never,” he promised.
And in that one blissful moment, nothing seemed more perfect. They had each other, and that is all they would ever need.
“Pass me a cigarette,” she says, her voice rough from all the years.
She inhales the toxins and then lets them float away from her tattered mouth.
Another drag and she gets closer to Heaven. Or Hell. She’s not sure yet.
My character smokes ciggarettes. I don’t. I don’t smoke anything. I’m so freaking lame, yo. I say yo… Hmm. I say a lot of things. I love my character. I love this play. Yo.
a cigarette?nah homie, i dont do cigars
but id quickly grab a cougar, and do her in mars
no i aint a star
but im goin far
cuz imma do what it takes to end up afar.
here me out now
i aint trynna to shout
but if you aint been with this befo
then yous about to stout!
cigarette’s are also known as fags. one word? well I guess smoking cigarettes doesn’t smell good. And your teeth turn yellow. Also do you have any idea how much cigarette packs cost? well yeah you do but only if you smoke. anyway one word’s over. bye.
I dropped the cigarette to the floor. Crushing what was left of its burned up ashes. It washed away in the stream of water that fell from the dripping gutter above me. I looked up, and he was there. Saying everything he really needed to with one look. He turned away from me, and asked, “Got a light?”, I handed him my lighter knowing it was the only thing he’d ever want from me again.
can we please get over these already??!! seriously people, they’re just about the worst things to be addicted to and there are a million reasons to stop using them. please
I dropped the cigarette to the floor. Crushing what was left of its burned up ashes. It washed away in the stream of water that fell from the dripping gutter above me. I looked up, and he was there. Saying everything he really needed to with one look. He turned away from me, and asked, “Got a light?”
There once was a cigarette who burned to the tip
The tip of his nose and the ashes fell lit
They spread through the air, and ciggy was sad
Till they burned an old man, and ciggy was glad
Cigars all teased him, for that he was mad
And they took him for all
Poor ciggy had
c. reminds me of ol cheever who used to com courtin miss grayson
e wasn ol no way twas just me wot was v young. E taugt miss to smoke and she fell victim to the smoke big time fags. Tey loom large because day wer th 1stest courtin duo wot had impacted on my imagionation. I love the idea tho i didun understand it. Romantic it all seemd tho i didn have that word no way den. Anyways she had the fags to fall bak on wen e left. I suuferd too it was awful that sundring but unlike miss i didn av no buffer
Something that it so sweet to some,
that which can be a saver,
that which can be a heroin,
that which can be addictive,
that which can be a peek for perfection,
that which helps that perfect moment
….
That which killed all 3 of my family members.
that which is killing me.
He lit the cigarette and took in a looong deep draw. Fixed his hat and walked out the door. I saw the back of him in my mind for years after that. That’s the only remaining memory that I have of the dad that I knew once upon a time.
That tall, slim figure walking away from his life for the last time. Away from everything he knew…away from… me. And now he’s gone for good and I can’t even remember what he really looked like.
Cigarettes are bad for you. they damage your health and give no real benefits what so ever. people get peer pressured into taking them, which in my eyes is pathetic on the guy giving it out. people need to quit. But I guess there’s a market in fags.
She had a cigarette that dangled from her mouth; it matched the one in mine to perfection. She came a little nearer and asked me if I’d like to meet her sometime for a discussion on something or other. I told her that it might work out alright. She leaned in for a kiss and I shrugged it off and missed her entirely. I don’t kiss women with cigarette on their breath.
I used to smoke. I was sixteen and stupid, what did you expect? But I don’t know what my excuse is now. Let me figure it out while I drag on this Parliament Menthol.
He holds the cigarette between his fingers, thoughts obviously somewhere else. He raises it to his mouth, breathes in, puffs out. The smoke billows out and swiftly floats away. It’s hypnotizing, the way he moves. It’s as though he’s always mindful of what he’s doing and is incredibly good at hiding it. I feel almost certain he knows I’m watching.
A cigarette is something that you smoke in high school and you think you’re so fucking cool, and then you grow up and find out that chicks don’t like to make out with guys that stink like smoke, so you stop, and after you stop you find out that whenever you smell smoke you think, oh my god, that person reeks, get them away, but you know deep down that was you like a year ago, and how did anybody stand you being around anyway?
i lean against the brick wall, fumbling with the lighter. never done this before. just want to look cool. the girl standing next to me smiles, and finally i get it right. the girl next to me is beautiful, with smoke trailing out of her red lips, with blonde hair curling and falling down her shoulders, framing her round face. i think i’m in love. i just want her to like me. i’ve never met anyone like her. and i can deal with the smoke.
And so he lit the cigarette, blowing smoke into the air. It was his time. And the cough was horrendous. He felt like choking, like dying. It didn’t tickle like his friend told him, it burned and picked at the inside of his throat like picking repeatedly at burnt skin. He knew how that felt. He remembered the time when he was a kid and that iron fell on the back of his leg all because he wasn’t careful, but in his head he was a warrior saving his brother and fighting flesh eating demon. It was funny how one cigarette could make him remember a tiny fragment of his childhood.
The Prussian took a drag from his cigarette. He really didn’t like to smoke, but he’d started some years ago and now found it impossible to quit. And anyway, it calmed his nerves at times like these.
disgusting. seriously a useless product for people who apparently have stress problems. I dont understand the stupid fascination with them. they kill your lungs. I get weed but cigarettes don’t do shit. Protect yourself.
“Put that down, Jake. Seriously, it’s suicide to light that fuse with a half-burnt cigarette.”
“Well, maybe that’s what I’m after, here. How about you take one more step and we’ll both find out together.”
The man watched from the window at the diner as the whore across the street took a puff of her cigarette. He watched as her crimson lips took a long drag and has her lungs blew out the putrid smoke. He knew then that he had to have her…he knew then that the time was now. Now he had to gain the courage and the balls to go over and do the deed.
He pulled the cigarette away from his lips and let out a stream of smoke before he looked up at me. “What do you want me to do about it?” he asked sarcastically.
I wish sometimes that i had never smoked. I know it’s bad. But for some reason I thought it would help. I just don’t understand how people can become so addicted. I smoked several and never became addicted. I guess addiction isn’t such a problem for me. Not yet nyways.
sixth grade —
someone’s black lung
in a plastic bag
Even saying the word feels like something cancerous escaping my lips.
John flicked the cigarette butt to the ground before David came back from his scene. He didn’t usually smoke, but he’d been offered one by one of the cameramen, and it had been a stressful night. Thankfully, David would be able to help with relieving the rest of the stress later.
They’re bad for your health- really bad. So many people have died from lung cancer from them, and it’s just way too sad to see someone smoking, wasting years of their life. If you smoke, please stop…..
She told him with a lit cigarette in her mouth. Though it probably wasn’t a deliberate decision, that didn’t change the fact that it multiplied the sting tenfold.
“I’m leaving. I have to leave.” The words billowed out of her mouth, untethered to any shred of sympathy she may have been hiding.
burn. ash. ignite. they light up the night in the mouths of hipsters and wannabe rock stars. like a rotten peach these young ‘cool kids’ look great on the outside but their lungs are as black as their trendy souls.
The muskiness in the air reminded me of him. His hands, body, face. I close my eyes and I see him. His features are all still there. He never left. He is still with me, in my dreams, just the same as he was last summer.
dirty filthy disgusting disappointing killer bridge to so much worse I’ll look older no I look like a baby trying to be older girls look cheap guys look like assholes never understood the draw the intrigue just seems incredibly pathetic.
my dad smokes cigarettes. for my entire life I remember him smoking cigarettes. he has always smoked, even when we were kids. My mom somehow was able to make him only smoke outside not inside. Still the man wreaks.
we’re sitting on the steps of my front porch. he reaches into his left pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. he puts one in his mouth and returns the packet. i feel his hand in my right pocket and i look at him. he grins and rummages around, finally pulling out a lighter. i roll my eyes and look away. there is a slight smile playing on my lips.
this is us. we are like cigarettes and lighters. to the world we are destruction, to each other, we are the perfect match.
“You’re like a cigarette to me — addictive.”
Her eyes widened ever so slightly, then she smiled and laughed a little. “Well, I hope you never decided to quit on me,” she said.
“Never,” he promised.
And in that one blissful moment, nothing seemed more perfect. They had each other, and that is all they would ever need.
“Pass me a cigarette,” she says, her voice rough from all the years.
She inhales the toxins and then lets them float away from her tattered mouth.
Another drag and she gets closer to Heaven. Or Hell. She’s not sure yet.
My character smokes ciggarettes. I don’t. I don’t smoke anything. I’m so freaking lame, yo. I say yo… Hmm. I say a lot of things. I love my character. I love this play. Yo.
I’m so glad that my dad has stopped smoking. After about 9 years of the stress and bullshit.
Finally.
a cigarette?nah homie, i dont do cigars
but id quickly grab a cougar, and do her in mars
no i aint a star
but im goin far
cuz imma do what it takes to end up afar.
here me out now
i aint trynna to shout
but if you aint been with this befo
then yous about to stout!
Jake
cigarette’s are also known as fags. one word? well I guess smoking cigarettes doesn’t smell good. And your teeth turn yellow. Also do you have any idea how much cigarette packs cost? well yeah you do but only if you smoke. anyway one word’s over. bye.
I dropped the cigarette to the floor. Crushing what was left of its burned up ashes. It washed away in the stream of water that fell from the dripping gutter above me. I looked up, and he was there. Saying everything he really needed to with one look. He turned away from me, and asked, “Got a light?”, I handed him my lighter knowing it was the only thing he’d ever want from me again.
can we please get over these already??!! seriously people, they’re just about the worst things to be addicted to and there are a million reasons to stop using them. please
I dropped the cigarette to the floor. Crushing what was left of its burned up ashes. It washed away in the stream of water that fell from the dripping gutter above me. I looked up, and he was there. Saying everything he really needed to with one look. He turned away from me, and asked, “Got a light?”
There once was a cigarette who burned to the tip
The tip of his nose and the ashes fell lit
They spread through the air, and ciggy was sad
Till they burned an old man, and ciggy was glad
Cigars all teased him, for that he was mad
And they took him for all
Poor ciggy had
c. reminds me of ol cheever who used to com courtin miss grayson
e wasn ol no way twas just me wot was v young. E taugt miss to smoke and she fell victim to the smoke big time fags. Tey loom large because day wer th 1stest courtin duo wot had impacted on my imagionation. I love the idea tho i didun understand it. Romantic it all seemd tho i didn have that word no way den. Anyways she had the fags to fall bak on wen e left. I suuferd too it was awful that sundring but unlike miss i didn av no buffer
Something that it so sweet to some,
that which can be a saver,
that which can be a heroin,
that which can be addictive,
that which can be a peek for perfection,
that which helps that perfect moment
….
That which killed all 3 of my family members.
that which is killing me.
He lit the cigarette and took in a looong deep draw. Fixed his hat and walked out the door. I saw the back of him in my mind for years after that. That’s the only remaining memory that I have of the dad that I knew once upon a time.
That tall, slim figure walking away from his life for the last time. Away from everything he knew…away from… me. And now he’s gone for good and I can’t even remember what he really looked like.
smoke
harm
die
yuck
drug
no
bad
horrible
some
nasty
smiles
Addictive, i’m too young but will. Bad for you eg. lung cancer. Fags. Bacci. Rollys. Fillters. :)
Cigarettes are bad for you. they damage your health and give no real benefits what so ever. people get peer pressured into taking them, which in my eyes is pathetic on the guy giving it out. people need to quit. But I guess there’s a market in fags.
She had a cigarette that dangled from her mouth; it matched the one in mine to perfection. She came a little nearer and asked me if I’d like to meet her sometime for a discussion on something or other. I told her that it might work out alright. She leaned in for a kiss and I shrugged it off and missed her entirely. I don’t kiss women with cigarette on their breath.
I used to smoke. I was sixteen and stupid, what did you expect? But I don’t know what my excuse is now. Let me figure it out while I drag on this Parliament Menthol.
He holds the cigarette between his fingers, thoughts obviously somewhere else. He raises it to his mouth, breathes in, puffs out. The smoke billows out and swiftly floats away. It’s hypnotizing, the way he moves. It’s as though he’s always mindful of what he’s doing and is incredibly good at hiding it. I feel almost certain he knows I’m watching.
A cigarette is something that you smoke in high school and you think you’re so fucking cool, and then you grow up and find out that chicks don’t like to make out with guys that stink like smoke, so you stop, and after you stop you find out that whenever you smell smoke you think, oh my god, that person reeks, get them away, but you know deep down that was you like a year ago, and how did anybody stand you being around anyway?
i lean against the brick wall, fumbling with the lighter. never done this before. just want to look cool. the girl standing next to me smiles, and finally i get it right. the girl next to me is beautiful, with smoke trailing out of her red lips, with blonde hair curling and falling down her shoulders, framing her round face. i think i’m in love. i just want her to like me. i’ve never met anyone like her. and i can deal with the smoke.
wont you B MyNecca.
And so he lit the cigarette, blowing smoke into the air. It was his time. And the cough was horrendous. He felt like choking, like dying. It didn’t tickle like his friend told him, it burned and picked at the inside of his throat like picking repeatedly at burnt skin. He knew how that felt. He remembered the time when he was a kid and that iron fell on the back of his leg all because he wasn’t careful, but in his head he was a warrior saving his brother and fighting flesh eating demon. It was funny how one cigarette could make him remember a tiny fragment of his childhood.
He huffed and he puffed, and he blew his lungs out.