The Cigarette

[WhatAnOddGuy]

I wrote this poem while smoking (obviously). I realized that I wasnt doing it for nicotine, infact that usually not why I smoke. While I'm sure I would feel some type of withdrawl if I quit, its not the nicotuine that I'd miss most, its the ritual surrounding it. The experiance of smoking.

The Cigarette

Home alone on a Friday
And I’m bored
And I’m alone
And I’m not getting laid
And I’ve lost the joy that another day on this planet should bring
And I’ve lost the hope that tomorrow should bring
Because tomorrow will is just another today
Waiting to be born
Home alone on a Saturday
And I wish that I could just sleep forever
And be still be alone
But with my dreams
Because at least I’m part of my dreams
While my waking life happens around me
And I sit still
And life moves
So Its inevitable
Life must slip away
I’m mad at my friends who aren’t there
And the people who aren’t my friends
And everyone who exists
And I’m mad at myself
For not existing
And for letting existence occur without me
And I’m sad
Because I’m alone
Because I think I’ll always be alone
Because It’s better than anger
That wont be resolved
Sadness demands no resolution
Only resignation
Because I’m doing nothing
Because I’m still
And so I stand
Move
Climb the steps to my bed room
And go to my bed
And from that bed I take the pouch
And I place it in my pocket
And I Move
And I remove the pouch
And I reach into my pocket
And grope around
I find the papers
I find the matches
I remove the dollar
One of the last I have
I fold the paper
And put it on the dollar
And I reach Into the pouch
Pinch off just the right amount
And put it on the paper
And I fold the dollar
Roll it
Lick the paper
Pull the tobacco off the smaller end
Pull the match from the book
Fold over the lid of the matchbook
Strike the match
Shield the fire from the wind
Because I want to be responsible for something
The fire grows
When its strong enough to burn alone I put it to the paper
And it burns the paper
In reciprocity for my care
And is extinguished
Because Its purpose is complete
And I envy it
Because it found its purpose
Whereas I can’t find mine
And am unconvinced I have one
And I put the paper to my lips
And inhale

I hope you enjoyed it, its the first thing I put any effort into in a while. Give me some feedback if you'd be so kind.

 

[katmeow]

Shield the fire from the wind
Because I want to be responsible for something
The fire grows
When its strong enough to burn alone I put it to the paper
And it burns the paper
In reciprocity for my care
And is extinguished
Because Its purpose is complete
And I envy it
Because it found its purpose
Whereas I can’t find mine
And am unconvinced I have one

8) This in particular really strikes a chord. That feeling of life slipping by and making nothing of it is something so many people can relate to.

Hope you find your place

Nice work!

 

[plazma]

A very nice poetic exploration of the relaxation that the simple act of rolling and smoking a cigarette can bring. I'm sure the cigarette companies would love that one. Seriously though man this is a good poem and I really enjoyed reading it.

Strike the match
Shield the fire from the wind
Because I want to be responsible for something
The fire grows
When its strong enough to burn alone I put it to the paper
And it burns the paper
In reciprocity for my care
And is extinguished
Because Its purpose is complete
And I envy it
Because it found its purpose
Whereas I can’t find mine
And am unconvinced I have one
And I put the paper to my lips
And inhale

Powerful words.

Cheers & thanks for posting.

-plaz out-