When I inhaled ashes.

[Vulgar]

I'm gonna break this jawn down. @Aesthetic

I awoke this morning and found my hands were trembling.
With flashing dreams I have trouble remembering.
^I liked this opening.
Dim lights and moving sights, replace the night.
^not sure why they 'replace' the night. Do you mean 'inhabit' or 'characterize'?Submarines and political magazines crowd the ocean floor.
^What kind of submarines? Are they sunken?
Littered with glitter coated morals broken and splintered.
^I didn't like how you didn't rhyme with ocean floor... threw it off for me.
Fur coats and dresses, presses the souls ink.
A space where the gods drink.
^A space where the gods drink is a great concept.
Perfume covered halls and contraceptive dolls, preventing women to think.
^Preventing women from thinking* would be correct English. You could've actually used 'contraceptive dolls' as the rhyming word for the previous line. It would've had a good ring to it if you made it a multi, i.e. contraceptive dolls, smog of Senegal
Guns are tarnished and tattered clothes are garnished as fashion.
A utopia with a passion.
I felt it was off because the cloth felt rampid.
^This third line is one of the worst I've read in a long time.
A sudden prefix of desire enclosed my fire.
Like encumbering demons, with sense of dire.
^second line doesn't make sense. If you can't make it work, simply change the rhyme in the first line.
I look blankly at the next human I speak.
"Is it bleak to ask what your doing."
^No one talks like this.
She took time to answer carefully.
And laughed with distaste.
"Your cruel and unnerving, im living and paced."
^Living and paced doesn't make sense..
But what was odd is when she talked it was misplaced.
^how?
I feel a sudden urge to tell her she's wrong but she wasn't.
Simple as that, they cant worry about nothing.
^ehh
I see her off as I return to the surface.
Giving hugs like stokes to a furnace.
^Nah
But really praying that her life isn't worthless.
I awaken and here I am, no real distraught.
Only a quickened pace of thought.
^Third line is good.
My hands find solitude in the image I have seen.
^I've seen* sounds more natural.
A rapture filled with intelligence and powered by kerosene.
Peace it seems can only last until pieces create the scene.
Because nothing will ever be perfect, not until humans feen.
^fiend*?
Peculiar to me that lavish lives mean something.
No poverty, no bourgeois.
No tyrant to cause an itch.
A perfect life with a dream of being rich.
^Last line wasn't cutting it for me.

If you really are 17, you're good for your age. Work on conveying your point clearly and not biting off more than you can chew. There were some really good one-liners in here but they were shrouded by very mediocre construction. Read and revise more.

Keep doing you