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Alexander Smith Jun 2011
I am a child, with no hopes
No dreams.

Nothing left to break.
Nothing left to steal.
Nothing left to burn.
Nothing but my life to take.

Don't take me away.
Don't be surprised.
Don't gasp and cry.
Just remember that everyone dies.

Some die sooner than others.
Some remain for a bit longer,
Some are too weak to live it out,
And I am no stronger.

Let me leave.
Let me walk out this door,
Let me fall asleep,
To awake nevermore.

I am a child, who had no hopes,
No dreams.
Alexander Smith Jun 2011
I wake up, dazed, and look around.
Everything is silent, but screeching sound.
The read sun burns brightly in the middle of night.
All things seen left are perceived as right.
An electric bulb darkens the room,
And my thoughts are filled with happiness of gloom.
The room is as cold as ice, and my skin starts to burn.
I am focused with apathetic concern,
Everything is figured out, yet all unknown.
The only thing I can’t see, it was has been shown.
Birds tweet and fly in the deadliest of storms.
And images stretch in demented forms.
Objects expand to sizes so small.
My eyes are shut open, with nothing to be seen at all.
The strongest of objects are crushed by air,
In front of my door stands something that isn’t there.
My heart is always beating, but dead 100% of the time.
Everything is cleaned with the dirtiest of grime.
Thoughts are upside-down, and curved to the back,
While my clothes shine with the dullest of black.
Words are opposite, and tilted straight,
Surprising actions seep predictable fate.
The lightest of breaths can **** a man so godly strong.
My sadness raises from hearing a happy song.
I have the correct answer, but I know it is wrong.
So in this room of all and not,
My mind is blank with every thought.
Alexander Smith Jun 2011
It’s a sad and rainy day, but what other kind of day is there?
Rain hits the window, and bursts (Like my heart at the seams)
Howling wind blows away any happy dreams.
I look at the once sunny, desolate, lifeless land.
Then I feel something cool on my hand.
I look to see what it is, and fear strikes me numb,
For a black shadow, or entity, is creeping down my thumb.
It spreads down my hand, down my arm,
I suddenly feel like causing self harm.
The darkness is wet, and warm to the touch.
My mind is not my own as I think “This is all too much.”
My arms are covered, then my chest, my thighs, and past my knees.
It covers me whole, like a filthy disease.
The darkness drips from my arms, and from each leg.
Familiar voices tell me to stop. They cry, they scream, they beg.
Darkness continues, delving into my eyes.
I see only my bad actions, my anger, and my lies.
I feel horrible, more than ever before.
The darkness drips, more and more.
The voices get louder, they SCREAM into my ears.
Yet all I know, all I breathe, all I feel, are my fears.
I stop and listen to the voices. Then I start to think, to know.
I try to push away the darkness, saying “Leave me, just go.”
I feel the sun’s rays. The darkness evaporates, it recedes.
I look out the window, and the world is new.
The sun is shining, the air is warm… I know what I’m going to do.
Something is incomplete, but I’ll wait to get that done.
I’ll enjoy this day; I’ll try to have fun.
At least until next time it rains,
Because life has its ups and downs, its happiness, and its pains.
Alexander Smith Jun 2011
Oh, the places you’ll go, the people you’ll meet.
Oh, the people you’ll love, the people you’ll cheat.
Oh, the happy times spent under the warm sun.
Can leave memories of days filled with nothing but fun.
But in times unlike those hot summer days,
You’ll hurt a million people in a million ways.
You’ll weave lies to save no one but you.
You’ll break wills and heart (a lot more than a few)
Oh, the things you’ll inhale, oh the things you’ll drink.
And all the while, the world is moving too fast for you to think.
Oh, the people you’ll step oh. Oh, the windows you will have smashed.
Oh, the way you’ll treat them. Oh the way their arms will be slashed.
Oh the places you’ll go, oh the people who will die.
Oh, the blood we’ll shed, the tears all shall cry.
Oh, the clothes on the floor, oh the bones that’ll be broken.
Oh, the things people will do because of the words you have spoken.
Oh, the number of stolen candies, oh the number of homes you’ll break.
Oh the times you’ll sit down and wish this was all fake.
Oh, the pages you’ll write, oh the amounts of duct tape used.
Oh, the people you’ll leave alone, ******, and bruised.
Oh, the times you’ll laugh at other people’s pain.
Oh, the people you’ve cut down for your own gain,
Will all add up to one lonely night,
When all is gone and wrong with nothing to write.
You’ll say “I wish it was different” while you sit on your bed.
You’ll remember the things you did, the s thing you said.
Will all add up with you leaving this place.
As you lay on thew cold ground, without a smile on your face.
Alexander Smith Jun 2011
I sit on my bed
With words and prhases in my head,
How to connect them, I don't know.
I wish I had the lyrical skills of Poe.
What words rhyme with 'December"???
Remember, dismember, glowing ember,
Its like a puzzle, trying to make words fit
This is a good line, one I cannot omit.
Oh yes!! That rhyme is perfect!
Now I must make the line and poem connect.
Word rhyme, rhyme to prhase, phrase to line,
Line to poem, and now I must refine
This page, checking my spelling,
Will they like this poem? There's no telling.
Why must I rhyme?! Can't I just rage out in prose?!
Oh, but I'm too quiet to do that. I know, everyone knows.
Oh well, I need another rhyme.
A rhyem to rhyme with rhyme,
It's like a paradox to find this rhyme of rhyme,
A-hyme
B-hyme
C-hyme
Wait, "chime"!
No, it doesn't fit, and it's a dumb rhyme.
There no rhyme for "rhyme" I bet,
Oh well, I continue down the alphabet,
Q-hyme
R-hyme
Got it!
Oh... duh.
S-hyme,
No, that is it.  
There's no rhyme for "rhyme"
I guess I have been just wasting my time.
Alexander Smith May 2011
You twitch,
On your bed

As you switch,
From the living to the dead.

You start to cry,
With dull screams,

Now say goodbye,
To all your crushed dreams

You contort,
In disgusting ways

Gone: your support,
Here; The end of your days

You regret,
Drinking the vile,

But don’t fret,
You have less than awhile.

Your heart,
Is pumping much too fast.

You knew from the start,
You wouldn’t last.

Your brain,
Starts to melt

It’s more pain,
Than you’ve ever felt

You gasp,
For more air

As you grasp,
And pull out your hair

Your breath,
Leaves you

Your death,
Will be more by few

Because nothing you ever said was true.
Alexander Smith May 2011
No, I don't mind,
If you leave me here.
There's no reason I can find
To not let you dissappear.

Sure, it's okay,
To hang out with that guy,
Even though we had plans for today.
No, I believe that he's gay. You never lie.

You know I don't care if you call me dirt.
Or when you say you're too hot for me.
Of course seeing you kiss him didn't hurt.
Yup, it wasn't what it looked like. I agree.

Honey, you're always right.
I know, I know.
I've ruined your night
Maybe I should just go.

Love, I can't live alone.
So I guess it is time
For my mind to be blown.
I'm glad that you will always be mine.

— The End —