Smith: Poems

Jul 2018 · 208

Reckless

Smith Jul 2018

Reckless

Gunna burn my wedding dress
And find my roots
Turn my headphones up loud
Show my skin

Gunna graffitti my way around this city
Re-colour my life
Get creative with a box of matches
Pull out my splinters

Gunna wake up on couches
And get rid of flies in the kitchen
I'll smudge my mascara
Blow smoke rings

Gunna hang with the junkies
Collecting parking tickets
Pop a bottle of vitamins
Write some poetry on bathroom doors

Gunna spray paint train tracks
Carry drinks in a cooler
Make myself feel hazy
Laugh in the face of someone angry

Gunna makeout under the bridge
And start a wild fire
Stand in someones headlights
Be involved in a riot

Buy some strong ****
From the girl with the ******* nosejob
Rip up my tshirts
And smile through the *******

Gunna fire a shotgun
And not be alarmed
Just pull on my tongue ring
And carry on with my acid trip
○○○○

Gunna burn my wedding dress
And find my roots

Jun 2018 · 244

Twisted

Smith Jun 2018

Twisted

Im so weightless
And fixed
Disinterest and burdened
With being without you

Memories stab
And whistle through me
Teases me for hours
Of the times i was with you

That young twisted thing
Confidence kick
Streched out on my bed
Back arched and head bent
Heart heavy and red
Right between your hips
Where i could live
All over your lips
Where all the love you hold lives

Left flushed
I cant keep thinking like this
Twisted little thing
Sending flashbacks to me

Id give up anything
To hold your energy
To feel you right next to me
Shame

May 2018 · 166

Lemon

Smith May 2018

Lemon

I get so jealous,
Bound to a need. A pyro creep.
Fullfill that every cavity, scream at me.

I want to catch her next to the fire
See it all make sence.
Watch her war paint,
Smear and break
Into tiny embers
To melt and graze her skin
To colour her like an ashtray.

I get so possesive,
It hurts me like this. A twisted freak.
Nibble at my skin, intimidate me.

I want to break her bones she looks so sweet,
Them crooked fingers
That twist and bend.
Watch the heat glow on her face
No water in her iris,
Eyelashes dust away
She is violently beautiful

I get so helpless
The struggle is pure. A toxic ******
Try and burn me, keep it tastefull

I want to grip her hair and hold her down
Gasping for air,
Ill keep setting her alight,
Repetitively, pushing it on her
So tempting
Little lemon eyes
See her glitch and sway

But when she sleeps
When shes on low heat
It kills me to see her this way.

May 2018 · 209

Celestial Thoughts

Smith May 2018

Celestial Thoughts

You infect my mind!
With delusional paper thin cuts; sculpting through my cerebral cortex!
Planting silent patient seeds...
That grow to sow the cosmic slides in my shadow self; blows them away.
Like cobwebs laying in water...
Saturation and dissolve!
Soon to be none existent; tethered to irrelevant findings.
Transfixed, bathing in smouldering gazes!
You move me into...
A bliss, of another kind!

Hunger filled!
Carnal bites smother into my soul; where you sleep!
In mist, with light and compassion...
You spin right through!
How do you? Chew aways through my muscle memory.
Calculate for me what is and isn't...
Set in motion access marks; trigger into my scar tissue!
Moisturise and soothe my livid deformities!
Renew for eleven...new life!

Kindly you offer!
When sky's are too stain filled with rust; alone with scepticism!
Your rain cleanses all, and over me...
To soften this old armour!
Wait for me; a place within you that I can travel.
Stand aware there!
To prize open my third eye; and reach euphoria!
Oh, so easily...you can!

In silence you creep!
Fill and exfoliate the covers of clouds; that perpetrate the view!
Come and shine through my first set of eyes...
Fragile, but still strong!
My focus surrounds your frozen form; despite the debris!
Scattered embers, unearthed from background night terrors...
Sidelines of your smile!
Hypnotise the ground I tread on; balance trades for vertigo this time.
I really I don't mind.

Glassy eyed, you slumber awake!
Inside the beautiful'est the truth lays dormant; like bitter nitroglycerine!
The collected calm notions of your movements...
So dark yet divine!
Luminous insanity for self poring; medicating my saturation.
Cleverly, can I hide in there too? Safe in the currents of you...
Seek splice and solace.
In your butchered sanctuary!

May 2018 · 244

Mizpah!

Smith May 2018

Mizpah!

A crazy calm,
In static connectivity.
Let my language lessons guide you in....
To totalise...

A soundless notion,
In passive serendipity.
Let me work to illuminate you...
To breathe...

A delicate stillness,
In erratic interactivity.
Let me help maintain you to uncover...
To wire...

A tasteful satisfaction,
In hyper-mediocraty.
Let me catch a glimpse of the lustre...
To submerge...

A intricate perspective,
In instant telepathy,
Let me shower you in kaleidoscopic colour...
To rationalise...

A beautiful vertigo,
In fluid immobility.
Let me assimilate at this prelude...
To crave...

Let me emerge;
To prepare, for this full-scale metamorphosis...
With you!

May 2018 · 218

Cannabis

Smith May 2018

Cannabis

Huh?
Hello!
..........

Did you know?
Everything tastes so good in here,
To feel that haze, come crushing in.
Said, 'follow me on up'
My legs give way, failing on me,
Smoke me through...
Hmmm...To inhale you

Hi...
Higher!
.............

Did you know?
My temperature alarms me in here,
Take me somewhere, where it spins.
Said, 'Mist will fill your head'
Amplified signals, my fingers sing.
Light me through...
Hmmm...To blaze you

Hi...
Get higher!
...................

Did you know?
New light slips next to me in here,
Zombie gazes, my vision pleads me.
Said, 'Accept me to your bloodstream'
Colours wave inside, craving takes me.
Intoxicate me through...
Hmmm...To love you

Hi...
T.H.C!
Come, live with me
Out of my control now
.....................................

Hmm...
Relate with me?
At how electric this feels!
I know you would...
Hmm...
But could you comprehend with me?
That this is actually about a girl!
I know you couldn't...

You see....
I'm getting high,
In...
Other ways!

May 2018 · 190

Change

Smith May 2018

Change

In her youth

The threads she once clung from,

Wore strange and slightly thin.

Ghost-remember-me's! Triangle songs in her head...

And the unlucky dark cloud in the middle.
.....

To grow from coffin ground
Illuminated with frozen trajectories
I see her...

She is so pale and I am fairly smitten by this!
......

Now she resides

In a soft, velvet frame of mind,

Growing through her old memory.

Shaped with moonlight! And in the scent of night flowers...

All moves simple around her.
......

To wade through all of the muck
Fearless with shadow deformities
I see her...

.....She is so real and I am fairly overwhelmed by this!
.......

She stands so tall

In this hole, that's been casted,

But, we are real inside of here!

I feel her when she's so alive!
Said, 'speak so loud'

I see her, her gazes cut through me
......

I've over a hundred thousand narcotics eating at my brain;
But Id only care for this one to stay!
........

And she will,
We nibble and digest-

We like to watch ourselves,

And everything's good!
Here!

May 2018 · 171

Night Blooming

Smith May 2018

Night Blooming

(...Comfortable...)

In resting...

Overlooking still night,

Wrapped blanket warm.

With two sweet arms,

-Lighting my cigarettes-

(...I am frozen...)

But...

She is so warm!

May 2018 · 169

Headphones

Smith May 2018

Headphones

Eyes wandering awake

                             Laying still; at 3.55 am.

Blue lights flow into my room, like  pouring wildflowers into warm milk!

                       Soft and sweet

                                     ...my thoughts are!

Music comes and connects with me,   like the micro dust sleeping on my windowsill.

                         Alleviates,
             all that I've been enduring!

                Leaving no space at all...

Ambiance cradles me tightly, with sleepy eyes till' morning comes

                             But...
                                        It turns 5.22 am

                                                 And...
                                                   It hits me...

   Leaving a chill to crawl inside my spine, and my hands to grow restless!

                             It hits me...
                                 hard

                That all of these songs...

                              They are about you....

             How you scared me then....

And I don't think I'll ever be the same .
                                   ...

                                              So I simply,

              Turned up the volume...

                                   ...

May 2018 · 159

Simple Girl

Smith May 2018

Simple Girl

Simple,
And so devious.
The seven layers of skin;
That you hack your way into...

What's your problem today?
You know, I don't think I own one!
For my heart beats today;
For you.

A simple bit of praise,
Comes dripping out my mouth.
With a sample of love,
Into me,
Warm like a dark red morphine.

Simple,
And so refined.
The eleventh gap inside my ribcage;
You bury yourself deep into..

What's your violation today?
You know, I must of misplaced it at some point!
For my eyes went pixelated today;
For you.

A simple reminder,
Comes oozing from my core.
With samples of static,
Hits me hard,
Your the beauty in my world!

Oh,

My simple girl!

Do you know?

I'd give you my lungs...

Keep them clean!

Remember,

You breathe for me anyways...

May 2018 · 152

Sickly Sweet

Smith May 2018

Sickly Sweet

Trading obscene,
For hyped up salty dehydration.
Drained out; side way matter!
To substitute my nerve endings...
Replaced with light sugar!

To what you are to me;
Is one ****** up perfection I cannot wait to touch...
Your skin like cream,
Oh, to pour it all over me!
Nothing more bitter and tasteful,
Than you, my sickly sweet.

Trading nights,
For cool, early morning kiss breezes'
Blowing away; my will for dark shadows!
To ******* myself right into you...
Living in beautiful circuitry!

But what it means to be?
Maybe made of you...
Oh...
Please, light the fire?
Subtlety....
Get in my skin!

...Spark!

May 2018 · 141

Blue Sky Research

Smith May 2018

Blue Sky Research

I'm limping on this sudden pressure
Almost frantic for air,
As I comprehend hours and miles
Its eligned in this mental stranglehold
(...My Love For Her...)

So lightheaded, falling onto glass
Waving needed sunlight away
Watch it creep away from here
Leaving my septic tank withdrawn and empty
(...Let The Cold In...)

I hope the rays are arrow-guided, and move straight to her
Right to her skin, soaking so slowly
Warming the highlights
Have it set to sleep at the back of traffic-lit eye's
(...Gracing Her Glow...)

When it all goes quiet, I stroke at my cortex
It must be in the air here...?
I feel myself tremble over what I fear
I need the world to simply disappear
(...To Sink Further Inside Her...)

I'll delicately purge myself, following her through this hollow
I'm pin-eyed and star-******
For the sky's to stop bleeding violent shades of grey
And bring her back to me
(...Awaiting Blue Sky's...)

May 2018 · 155

Liquid Eyes

Smith May 2018

Liquid Eyes

She paints me,
In her own way
Allowing once broken heart strings;
To close and bend around her...

She creates me,
In her own way
Self-actualisation set by her atmosphere;
In the sidelines of her smile...

I'm eating way through my finger tips
And take a walk in the wind...
I lost every part of my soul,
To that look in her eyes!
Her eyes!

She revives me,
In her own way
To shock the cells to breathe new life;
In her touch that renders care...

She corners me,
In her own way
To remain soft in front of statuesque beauty;
In the waves of her focus...

It's stronger than any cause of reason
My favourite ammunition...
I found every inch of myself,
In that look in her eyes!
Her eyes!

She lures me,
In her own way
Into and through pure pandemonium;
With her stare that stays...

She...
She does...
In her own way!

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