yea this poem is more like a story...but i wrote it in poem format:

As the girl opens her mouth to talk,
Smoke travels vapor-like out between her teeth.
And compressed between two of her nimble fingers,
Is her death,
Her weakness,
Her cigarette.
Day after day, this gril puts herself through this,
It makes her feel good,
More relaxed,
More happy.
"A way to kill time," she says.
A way to kill herself.
And after the ashes fall,
Her foot squishes the cigarette into the ground,
She stops in her tracks.
She's done this so many times before,
Why does this time fell different?
What she doesn't realize is that each time she smokes,
Reality, cruel cruel reality,
Hits her twice as hard.
And while she lookds around, she coughs.
Coughs?
"Maybe I'm sick," she says.
And for once she's right,
Because her body is sick of smoke filling her lungs.
And not, all that dangerous chemical
Is ready to fight....
She walks ino my room, crying because of her mom.
When I try to comforty her,
She pulls away then pulls out a cigarette.
I watch as the orange of the flame,
Carresses the white of the cigarette.
I tell her to stop, but she doesn't listen.
Again and again, I try to tell her.
But each time, she refuses.
Talking to me while the smoke dances out of her mouth.
She goes home and decides to take a walk.
Decides to take a smoke.
When she lights up her death,
And tries to blow away the smoke,
She coughs and coughs and finally stops.
The battle is over.
Her lungs had fought for too long,
And now, they need rest.
And while I rush to her side,
Ambulance blazing down the street,
She breathes,
But not a breath full of life,
But her last breath ever,
Full of smoke.

i know, i know...it's really cheesy and i think i could've done better...

I really love the images in the beginning. It was very powerful.

actually, i quite like it. good imagery and message.

From that I assume you are anti-smoking? Just hazarding a guess haha. Had fun reading that one

very...intresting to say the least....

Wow.. it's great!! i love it.. good job!!