Hemel Hempstead    1964 -   
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.
Poet and short story writer. My short stories are mainly horror.
I was attacked in 1997 and my left leg badly burnt which led me to begin writing poetry as a means of therapeutic healing.
I am the last person who admits if I am any good, I just write and to me it is the readers who enjoy what I do that make it worth while.
Thank you for all those who come to read my efforts and with so many excellent poets here it makes it all worth while.

Chris

I have also been experimenting with YouTube from 2014. I have a handful of poems on there. Most Popular seems to be Goldfish Dreams (Chris Smith is the name on there but search for Goldfish Dreams and I'm easier to find).

www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.

I am also on Twitter as welshpoetcs and on Tumblr as Darkpoetsoul.

I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
I also use www.apolloblessed.ning.com.

If you would like a collaboration poem I'm quite happy.
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
1 day ago      1 day ago

I did my duty, I went to war
Now to see her face, I ask no more

True love is her heart to be
How I wish life was battle free
Even as I fight, the years go by

Lessons to learn to kill, but why?
If only we could find some peace
Now my life would find a release
Each second takes me away from her

Oh, how I wish we could be together
Freedom should be fought for the better

Far away, I settle down to read her letter
If only I had never enlisted in this war
Reaching now, in tears, on a distant shore
Ends in tormented pain as she leaves me

Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
3 days ago      3 days ago

You are the wanton desire
The urge of boiling heat
A beauty to be craved
But I am the ogre

You are the uncontrollable
The temptation of the soul
Lust that is unquenchable
But I am the ogre

The ogre that stays unseen
The ugliness in the dark
Always facing rejection
I am the ogre

Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
#desire  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  5 days ago

A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace

  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  5 days ago

I may not be

I may not be the fastest
I may not be the tallest
     Or the strongest

I may not be the best
Or the brightest

    But one thing I can do better
     Than anyone else...

      That is

        To be me

  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Feb 24
cherry rose

Some days you feel you just cant and don't want to go on, The games have gotten old, tears streaming  down my face I can tell you which each tear drop means and what lays within it for my heart is breaking from each one. How I wish I had already finished this journey, Lathargic, I sit here staring at the walls not wanting to think, yet longing to numb my every tear that steals a heartbeat; a breath at a time. Why must I be made to feel helpless to block your choice on the wrong road,  While you think your only best friend is lifting that stench of liquor to your lips , with each sip you are  killing your spirit while mine silently weeps. Robbing my heartbeats as you forget the lies and forget to whom it was told . If truth were spoken from the start no lie would have to be remembered. Draining my will with not just the tears but the games played with my heart and mind. How I long to believe, but the truth reveals each and every lie. Breaking my spirit where escape is the only place I want to be. You think your actions only hurt you  . . . But they destroy this spirit ,so lift that bottle to your lying lips, tell those stories to cover your addiction. But please leave me in this place where I can no longer feel , leave me to cry these tears filled with nothing but lies .

© cherry rose 2015

Any Addiction affects those lives you are a part of. Do I walk away . I have watched the destruction left behind because I am part of what was left behind. Yet a mother's love is one that never stops. But my son's addiction is killing me inside silently, as I listen to lie after lie. Those few times he is sober I see the son I once knew. How I wish I could have that one back in my life. But he has chosen his road. Every now and then when he sobers up I try but unless he chooses to do it for himself, he returns to that what I call a nightmare for me and confusion for him.
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Feb 22
Lia
Lia
Feb 22      Feb 22

I wish you well, Mum,
You don't need to come;
I hope you're alright, Dad,
I'm feeling rather sad;
I am sorry, brother,
I don't really wish you to suffer;
I pray for you, friend,
It will all soon end;
Don't worry, everyone,
I know you all miss me a ton -
But I'm fine,
Soon it'll be time,
For me to go home,
From this prison,
From this hospital,
From this Hell-hole.

#home   #illness   #whatever   #mental   #things   #stuff   #return   #hospital  

Liquid skies come washing down
Sheltering under rainbow bridges
Diamond raindrops hit the ground
Golden umbrellas by sea blue ridges

Sun beams dance across the sky
Making the giant oak crack a smile
Little ants play in the purple grass
They walk an inch or a mile

A small pink bird sings her song
For the listening flowers to hear
The moon salutes the silver clouds
As the stars secretly begin to appear

Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
 
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