Nolan slid over in his chair,
moving closer to me.
I could feel the heat of his thigh,
but this isn't what scared me.

What scared me was the smoke.
The smoke that he blew,
it swirled around the room
as if it was trying to lure me.

Would I give in?
Would it really be all that bad?
What if it was what I needed to do?
What if it was what he expected?

He passed me the joint,
smoke trailing behind it.
I didnt know to smoke anything,
I've never even tried a cigarette.

Everyone is looking,
So I pinch the rolled paper
between my sweating fingers.
I hope they can't see I'm nervous.

I wonder if they know it's my first time.
Surely they can read my expression.
Thank god they can't read my thoughts.
But what if they could?

As I lift my hand to my mouth,
I notice Nolan watching me.
He's smiling, like he knows.
He knows this is for him.

I choke. I cough. I hunch over.
Gasping for breath I lift my arm,
passing this smokey killer to the right.
It continues on, only choking me out.

Everytime.

This poem is about marijuana, & part of my fiction I am writing. Any tips? Don't be too harsh :)

He was a smile.
He was blue eyes.
He was just a boy.

He was tall.
He was muscular.
He was just a boy.

He could be mine.
He would let me be his.
He was just a boy.

He seemed damaged.
He could be fixed by me.
He was just a boy.

He was so close to me.
He couldn't be any closer.
He was just a boy.

Hello there Liekomgz!

Each user is only allowed to create one Poetry thread, so I've merged your two topics together. Please update this thread with all of your new poetic works. :yes: