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Adam Smith Jun 2013
I look up and see this viscus dark, that covers our modern world.
What once was pure as Country heart, where the stars did seem unfurled.
Tis more the time in which we reside, than positions between the tides.

For simpler times with half a mind, or computers smarter than I?
Its so hard to decide, should we even choose sides?
We all lie within the sights.

From Darkened Knights to proxy bytes; Our combat hasn't changed much at all.
The monsters we created have simply updated; They'll soon have us ready to fall.

Our technologies lights seem to blur human rights.
Before you take up your arms or try to do harm; who is really there to fight?
Adam Smith Jun 2013
***** and Blues are my nights anymore,
since ages a figure dared darkened my door.
Now memories of shadows, move only to haunt.

Lightning cracks across the sky, thunder shakes my soul.
The Bass line cranks, Reverbs and Distorts, Echos beyond control
Candle light flickers as my drinks get stiffer;
another bottle that could not console.
The power goes out and I'm left with a doubt, that makes me realize I'm just growing old.

Now the Scotch is gone and its getting near dawn.
I should really be getting to bed;
while the sound of the rain, can drown out all the same;
of the things going on in my head.

An hour of sleep, only to meet, a dream that wakes in a gasp.
But this is a fright that wont win this night, for there's still some left in my flask.
Adam Smith Jun 2013
I turn a phrase and you seem to smile;
but I've held those words, for quite some while.
Now I've said what I wanted, and I still feel bad.
Even more so, that I've nothing to add.

Please say something, don't turn away.
I fear the silence' lost more than this day.
I don't have any words, but you're doing no better!
How is it so hard for us to just be together?

Time passes by and there's so much that has changed,
but there's something inside that's always the same.
I picked up my phone, but held back from the call.
Not sure if its right, we ever talk at all.
Adam Smith Jun 2013
Your words inspired, to persevere,
to push through pain and ignore all the fear.
You made it look easy, even offered a hand.
Showing me how to be more of a man.

We all have our demons, but yours never showed.
You simply encouraged me, on down the road.
If only I'd asked, then maybe I'd known;
What made YOU think, that you couldn't go on.

I try to imagine why you Hung around;
even how long till the cops cut you down.

-RIP Friend
TH
Adam Smith May 2013
I got the message you sent and you talk a big game, but when I met you later on it just wasn't the same.

You put yourself in a different light, I took notice and to my delight; the more I looked the more I liked. Now that I've fallen for you,  it seems you've changed your mind.

You can fake it till you make it, but your still a fraud to me.

I walked through the rain, so you cant tell I'm crying.
Alone with my thoughts, It just feels like I'm dying.
The road is getting longer and the pain is growing stronger.

I'm having one of those days, where nothings going my way, and I cant figure out what to do.
I got the weight of the world, my life is coming unfurled, And who the **** am I talking too?!

I walked in to a bar, sat down and had a cigar, with people that I never knew.
They were drinking their beers and fighting back tears, as I told them all about you.
I stumbled back to my car, knew I wouldn't get far, but tried my hardest to leave.

Hands on the wheel, can I stay in my lane?
I'm at 10 and 2 with a fifth to my name.

But in a blur of blue lights, a voice read me my rights;  I found myself in custody.

I wasn't always bound, but I wasn't free.
Adam Smith May 2013
Who am I;
to say to you that what you believe could never be true. Would you look at all the facts that Im showing to you, instead of walking away with that narrow minded view. Since youve got all the answers, tell me, Who am I to you

Who hears all of your stories, when you just need to complain
Who picks up the pieces, when all you have is pain
I am there when you are lonely, but that doesnt seem to do.
Why dont you just ******* tell me, who am I to you

Am I temporary or just for show
Are you stuck with me, but dont want to say so
Does it matter to you, if I stay or go
If I dont ask now, will I ever know
Adam Smith May 2013
No one is talking, but so much is said. We were gonna stay here but were leaving instead. We both set off but theres just one thing, were going our separate ways, not the same. 

They may feed you the lines and fill you with wine, but know that your just their pawn. Soon you'll remember that I was the one, You made your choice and now Im gone.

Morning is a Consequence Id rather not face alone

The hotel floor is my home, cause I couldnt make it sober to bed. Stumbled in and passed out, the ***** straight to my head. The night becomes faded, As this girl becomes jaded the same.  

Summer lighting flashes, and only Miami knows

Wake up late in the evening, hungover and believeing, that Id never put myslef through that again. The highway is roaring and the girl is still snoreing, I sit and wait for my ship to come in.

The rain has picked up and the wind has started blowing,
I keep walking this path, but Ive no way of knowing

A cold breeze blows and the rain dies down,
such a busy city and not a soul around.
Been walking for miles and Im soaked to the bone.
So far from anything; so close to home.
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