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.
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  3 days ago
cherry rose
cherry rose
7 days ago

Blinded by choice. Shh why cant you hear those silent cries? She is reaching out  with her misunderstood voice.
You cannot see that invisble exit she seeks. She can, hearing those beckoning her spirit, as she reaches into another dimension not fearing touching deaths blade. Tired of the uphill journey just to let her name  be spoken upon those lips that dont see or feel the difference. Selective in what emotions they want to feel. She can walk by her very breath  unheard as her heartbeat slowly aches and wants to fade away. Feeling her existence is just that, it appears a shell,where echos can be heard now that  her heartbeat has flatlined. She is finally free from the weight of hiding her heart and how her own  family exited and evicted themselves from her when .....
She lived.

(C) 2015 cherry rose

"I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone."

Robin Williams
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jan 24      Jan 24

Can you guess
My hidden secret
Where in darkness
You will fill pain
But also pleasure
With a forbidden taboo
For nobody will know

  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jan 20
Reconnecting

Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Time moves on.
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
I'm frigid with fear.
My words are stuck.
My limbs are fixed.
My heart races.
My mind repeats one thought.
You, you, you...
but I dare not surrender.

#love   #fear   #falling  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jan 15
cherry rose
cherry rose
Jan 15      Jan 15

Closing my eyes, getting lost in daydreams of what I longed for all my life . Fantasizing about my unquenched thirst just to be loved. Without realizing each time we spoke what was right in front of me. Was it the fear of letting someone enter into my heart,of believing that what I was dreaming was your déjàvu . That warmth that surged into me like electricity, leaving me trembling, was the flame of your Majestical touch . Your voice echoed into where I dared not to let anyone enter. The musical symphony of both are hearts beat  and souls songs in a rhythmical eternal dance was created as you whispered those  three words , gently brushing your lips upon my skin left my mind hypnotized; seduced. Now that I have tasted your love I sit here dreaming with the hunger to feel you again. I await for my insatiable thirst and desire of you to leave me elated lost in euphoria of your  loving touch. Till then my heart returns to our déjàvu .

© copy write ~ cherry rose 2015

Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jan 15      Jan 15

A kiss to your nose
For you are as beautiful
As a rose

A kiss to your eyes
For you are as wonderful
As the sunrise

A kiss to your lips
For you are as mysterious
As the eclipse

But most of all, a kiss to you
For always being you





(this was my first attempt at poetry back in 1997, this was the first one saved, there were earlier poems before I never used to keep them)

Copyright © Chris Smith 1997
#love  
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jan 9      Jan 9

Come my dear, enter the dark
Where pain is your bliss
Seduced by this damned mark
Surrendering to a razor blade kiss

Tonight, touched by tormented lust
Lost in suffering, only to bleed
Abandoning those thoughts of trust
In the seclusion of tortured need

Breathing the sweat of desires stain
A victim to a demon without restraint
Closed inside a mind long gone insane
Where the innocence is there to taint

Come my dear, enter the dark
Where pain is your bliss
Seduced by this damned mark
Surrendering to a razor blade kiss

Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
#dark   #gothic   #seduction  
  Reposted by Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul  ·  Jan 7
Anne Faye
Anne Faye
Oct 13, 2014

The musician cries
As he sings a sweet song
He feels the same way
As he has for so long
The feeling of love and
The feeling of worth
Has all been crumbled
And put in the dirt
After a show he gets peace of mind
Finding room to breath
But still not all are kind

That night they caused him to crack
Pushed him to the limit
And that was that
He wrote one last song
Recorded it there, played it outloud
In case someone cared
Noose made from the strings of a guitar
He walked off the staff
And stopped his metronome heart

#sad   #death   #guitar   #musician   #noose  
 
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