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Faded Memories and Nicotine Nights
Late at night, in the light of a full moon
I pull up a lawn chair and take in the warm air
The wrapper of my Marlboro Gold crinkles
As I pull out a cigarette carefully, ensuring its safety
The flame from the lighter glows upon my face
Inhale and exhale as the sweet nicotine takes over
Inducing a high as I begin to let my feelings flow
Closing my eyes I begin to play images of memories
Like film, my eyes project clips of my younger days
When things were much easier, persuaded by innocence
When mistakes had no consequence only a lesson learned
I wish I would have let it all out and grown from it
Instead of growing up too quick and losing focus
Now these images are blurred from empty bottles at my bedside
And the lessons learned are questions of how I’m not dead
I grew up wanting nothing more than to be a man
Get a job right of the bat and leave everything behind
All those ball games and hanging out with friends lost in time
The images fade as my eyes open and I put out my cigarette
The smoke trails and slowly fades in the light of the moon
Knowing that my life is to pass in such a similar way
Burned out and faded away hoping to reach the light
I pull up a lawn chair and take in the warm air
The wrapper of my Marlboro Gold crinkles
As I pull out a cigarette carefully, ensuring its safety
The flame from the lighter glows upon my face
Inhale and exhale as the sweet nicotine takes over
Inducing a high as I begin to let my feelings flow
Closing my eyes I begin to play images of memories
Like film, my eyes project clips of my younger days
When things were much easier, persuaded by innocence
When mistakes had no consequence only a lesson learned
I wish I would have let it all out and grown from it
Instead of growing up too quick and losing focus
Now these images are blurred from empty bottles at my bedside
And the lessons learned are questions of how I’m not dead
I grew up wanting nothing more than to be a man
Get a job right of the bat and leave everything behind
All those ball games and hanging out with friends lost in time
The images fade as my eyes open and I put out my cigarette
The smoke trails and slowly fades in the light of the moon
Knowing that my life is to pass in such a similar way
Burned out and faded away hoping to reach the light
Published 9th Sep 2013
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9th Sep 2013 12:23pm
9th Sep 2013 6:14pm
21st Sep 2013 3:46am
Personally, I believe that these four lines are a very strong point in your piece:
"Closing my eyes I begin to play images of memories
Like film, my eyes project clips of my younger days
When things were much easier, persuaded by innocence
When mistakes had no consequence only a lesson learned"
It's something many people will be able to relate to whether they smoke or not, plus it's something to think about more in depth. I love things that make me think and wonder, and there is nothing but raw emotions that flow from this-one of the best tools of writing.
Never give up-it's never too late to change the way things are going, even if it doesn't seem it.
"Closing my eyes I begin to play images of memories
Like film, my eyes project clips of my younger days
When things were much easier, persuaded by innocence
When mistakes had no consequence only a lesson learned"
It's something many people will be able to relate to whether they smoke or not, plus it's something to think about more in depth. I love things that make me think and wonder, and there is nothing but raw emotions that flow from this-one of the best tools of writing.
Never give up-it's never too late to change the way things are going, even if it doesn't seem it.
23rd Sep 2013 5:47am
I am pleased to hear you really enjoyed the piece! I am a huge fan of writing that make me think after reading as well. I will definitely try to not give up. Thank you for the very heartfelt feedback!
