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Apr 2019 · 264
Omega
Smokey Apr 2019
He is a bird
he's made to fly
without a care
he soars in the sky

The stars in the sky
A pretty shade
His love for them
Will never fade

He sings his song
A happy tune
but quiet now
there's danger soon

his big mistake
his guard let down
broken and battered
with blood all around

he's silent now
his melody gone
they take him away
he's just a pawn
Mar 2019 · 201
Twilight
Smokey Mar 2019
The other day
I felt nothing
except
An unknown darkness,
A buried pain?
a sliver of sunshine,
that slipped away.
Mar 2019 · 159
"therapy"
Smokey Mar 2019
Again.
That old lady,
who wants to change me,
will come again..
A fraud,
she's a fraud!
But it's not her
she doesn't care,
it's my mom
who hates everything
I am..

i dont want to go..
Mar 2019 · 168
blink
Smokey Mar 2019
I'm a fool
to think
of anything more.
It'll be gone in a blink.

enjoy it
Mar 2019 · 371
winter
Smokey Mar 2019
My ears hurt,
My fingers hurt,
My nose is running,
My toes are numb.
It.
Is.
COLD!
Mar 2019 · 187
city
Smokey Mar 2019
Constant hum on
a city street.
Avoiding accidents is
an amazing feat.
Mar 2019 · 161
Hold on
Smokey Mar 2019
A quiet ray
fading fast
till everything turns grey
holding on might not
be worth it
tired of the struggle
maybe I'll end the fight

or not
Mar 2019 · 151
child
Smokey Mar 2019
Child-like innocence,
ignorance.
freedom,
From memories, or pain.
Mar 2019 · 145
nothing
Smokey Mar 2019
What am I doing?
Is this even poetry?
My words are worthless
and my thoughts, nothing..
Mar 2019 · 146
Right words
Smokey Mar 2019
Hesitant,
to put my pencil
on the paper.
Every word
with a heavy weight.
Every word,
with a different meaning,
a different fate.
Mar 2019 · 188
anger
Smokey Mar 2019
burning fire
endless rage
pain disguised
please stay away
Mar 2019 · 124
Clean
Smokey Mar 2019
Red marks fading,
Silver put away.
Pencil on paper
Marks the days it will stay
Feb 2019 · 198
Interest fades
Smokey Feb 2019
I’m a poet now,
But the interest will fade.
No one will see
The cool things I made.
The rhythm fits,
But I’m new to this.
I can’t go on,
Most lines seem wrong.
Feb 2019 · 158
Class chaos
Smokey Feb 2019
The history class
Is always cool.
But the students
Never play by the rules.
The teacher is great, calm and collected,
Until she finds the bell.
Feb 2019 · 142
Dance
Smokey Feb 2019
One, two, three
one, two, three,
the music
goes on.

The music goes on,
but my role here is wrong.

Starting on right,
when I should be left.
"Back," no, forward
Can I go? "Not yet"

"Ladies, ladies, one more time"
Why?
I don't want to dance,
It just isn’t working.

I am recalcitrant,
obsolete and apprehensive.
Animosity overpowered
by apathy.

They don't know me,
and deride those like me.
Yet I'm
too tired to argue,
too hurt to not care.
Feb 2019 · 167
Old friend
Smokey Feb 2019
Oh faithful Horsey,
so soft and sweet.
Yet old and faded
and battered and beat.
But every night you fall,
from my bed where you lay.
I have to go get you,
and tell you to stay.
Feb 2019 · 208
Stormy
Smokey Feb 2019
A storm is brewing, as you can see,
The smell before a shower,
And a soft and cooling breeze.
A dark and cloudy sky,
Tells of the coming waters.
Maybe go inside,
To escape the dreary weather
Feb 2019 · 587
Snowflakes
Smokey Feb 2019
The snowflakes fall
Special, unique.
They see people staring,
They think they are freaks.

— The End —