deathwish

deathwish

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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01/2012

"
When
stained window panes 
light crumbling hallways
stretched down to a sad
synthesized resemblance
of myself

When
smoke clings to the already
sweltering and hanging air
that hangs like dust,
choking fragile lungs and
killing hearts
 
When
I awake to reality, beset 
with oxygen tank futures 
and chemotherapy, surrounded 
by generations that don't 
understand me

When 
death walks hand in hand
with what remains of my
depleted resources and
inanimate dreams, agonized 
by grief 

When
flies surround my decaying body
and fallen angels search this
plane frantically for my soul,
will I still reach for the tobacco
and for the green

probably so


© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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You got this across realy well. My mum died when I was ten, her heavy smoking killed her. You'd think I would have stayed well away from nicotine, but I guess as a child breathing in the stuff I was probably already addicted. Unlike alcohol and drugs, nicotine is slightly more socially acceptable, and a nicotine addict as less chance of a recovery, because the rock bottom they have to hit is usually only when it is destroying their health. Whereas drugs and alcohol take some to prisons and other dark places and perhaps the consequences are more of an incentive to recovery. Nicotine is a subtle killer in many ways. Thanks. (sight) (I hate it when I get on my soap box...sorry.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This poem hits such a real place for me because both my dad and grandmother have had heart attacks from smoking. Both of them are alive. My dad quit after that. My grandmother still does it. The last stanza grabs you and pulls you in and makes you realize how huge of an addiction it really is." When
flies surround my decaying body
and fallen angels search this
plane frantically for my soul,
will I still reach for the tobacco
and for the green
probably so"

Amazing work, 100

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes. My dad died from emphysema....
Peace.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

good stuff about important stuff

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting. I enjoyed the way you wrote this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hahaha
this is really cute
=]

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this one. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The ironic thing is...I know more non-smokers that get lung cancer than the people who actually do the smoking. It's ironic how I still feel smoking is sexy as hell...I love watching people smoke...the play of the lips...putting out the ashes...the exhale of smoke...it's somehow sensual. On the downside...I hate the taste of nicotine...it yellows the teeth...it yellows the skin. You remind us of the reality and the "not so sexy side" of smoking. And this is how it should be portrayed...it's just ugly and unhealthy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The language feels a little laboured, like you've tried hard to make it sound poetic. BUT, I like the message and deep emotions in the poem. You've put a piece of yourself into this. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good god hon! LOL
That is excellent!
Sometimes, the habits we have are not easy to give up ey? That old familiar face of death breathes over the shoulders daily, this struck a chord or two!
xoxo

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You write of a harsh reality. I hope this piece will give the youth, and those toying with the idea of taking up this habit, something to think about. Very well written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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