Narration.

A poem about ending an addiction.

Short essay about the pain of knowing your friends are hurting and being able to do nothing to help.

A True Story:

Over a year ago, I began living the crazy life. I do not remember one moment in my life where I was not high, on weed that is. I had smoked once in a blue moon but wasn’t too fond of it.

One time I was hanging with my friends and we decided to take a walk around town and my one friend confessed she’s smoked since third grade and she never told her mom because she just stole them from her mom.

God’s children don’t belong in bars.

It is nice to just kick back with friends and have a smoke. Everyone gathered around joking and talking while you smoke away.

Sitting at his bedside for those last few moments. It could have been longer had he listened to all the warnings…….why can’t they ever listen?

A poem about the thought’s that run through my head when I feel that I need to quit smoking.

They are the friends many of us have known. They stay nowhere but on your side. All they require you is time and money.