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.




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I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.
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.




www.facebook.com/welshpoetcs2.


I have been using Hello Poetry since 2009.

Cry the untold tears
Bought by unsold fears
By a lonely grave
Where only a slave
Sheds rivers for a poet
Bloody tears flow it
Down to a sea of voices
Full of forbidden choices
But why should it be
When nobody cries for me

Copyright © 2015

Love fell away
Afterwards of today
Silent Angels wept
To promises unkempt

Gathered thoughs gone
Of times never belonged
Only to long fall
Down this final call
Bitter tears were shed
Yesterday now long dead
Ending this last goodbye

A sorrow full of midnight
Through a moon of tears
World decayed by blight
Hidden amongst the fears

A mourning of lost widows
Scurrying through the rain
Looking from dusty windows
Cleaning blood stains again

A night of demon's lust
Taking and never giving
Lost wells full of trust
Where death envies the living

A sorrow full of desire
Drowning in tears of the moon
Cold souls sitting around the fire
Where nightmares visit too soon

Copyright © Chris Smith 2016

I feel the world crashing
Falling all around me
Hiding, inside, shaking
But I'm okay

My head in a million pieces
I don't know who I am
Or who I'm supposed to be
But I'm okay

I'm okay
Yeah, I'm pretending
I'm okay

I'm okay
Keep on telling myself
I'm okay

Sometimes I think of you
How you used to hurt me
Then giving me all the blame
But I'm okay

Yes, I have had better days
Wanting to be somewhere
Somewhere away from this
But I'm okay

I'm okay
Yeah, I'm pretending
I'm okay

I'm okay
Keep telling myself
I'm okay

My mind is a little crazy
Locked up in my asylum
Where all the mad me dwell
But I'm okay

No one listens to my voice
I can't tell if I still exist
Or a figment of my imagination
But I'm okay

I'm okay
Yeah, I'm Pretending
I'm okay

I'm okay
I don't believe myself
I'm okay

Copyright © Chris Smith 2016

Hey, Mister Crowman
You don't scare me
Now, Mister Crowman
Just let me be

The sun is still out
So you have to hide
The sun is still out
You better stay inside

Hey, Mister Crowman
You don't scare me
Now, Mister Crowman
Just let me be

But out goes the light
In comes the night
So, out goes the light
Only darkness in sight

Hey, Mister Crowman
Now you scare me
Please, Mister Crowman
Will you let me be?

Copyright © Chris Smith 2016

A bride of the darkness
The thirst is forever
Hunger always unquenched

But she needs to feel
Something more than cold
The warmth of human touch

Alas it can never be so
For she will take his life
Slowly with a kiss of night

Copyright © Chris Smith 2013

The flowers are withered
For the rain never came
No message delivered
But the words are the same
These eyes cry hollow tears
If only the mind could cope
The future gave up the years
All happened losing hope

The sky has gone dark
Birds all flown away
No children in the park
There's nowhere to play
Now paradise is no more
Suspended on a rope
Nothing left to explore
All happened losing hope

Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
 
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