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 Jan 2015
Sjr1000
Why do we go through
all of this stress?
So easy to forget.

Smoke a thousand
cigarettes,
Another ****
another hit,
another poke,
Another whip,
another mindfield to avoid.

A ****** cut,
A ****** mind,
A ****** mouth.

Not just another disembodied
mind
in the ether's ink.

Skin & Bones & Flesh
until
that
sharp and shooting
pain
so easy to
forget.
 Jan 2015
Wesley Han
Little Red Riding Hood walked through the woods
Singing and swinging her bag of baked goods
When out of the brush leapt a wolf with a smile
And some florist’s advice for the innocent child.
So off went the girl, picking bunches of daisies
While Wolf raced ahead with a step none too lazy.

Then at Grandmother’s door he knocked and said
“Let me in dear Grandmother, it’s your little Red."
So with grandmother’s blessing he let himself in
And ate up the oldest of little Red’s kin.  
Then Little Red Riding Hood came through the door
With nary a clue of what was in store.
After noting her “grandmother’s” ears, nose, and teeth
Into Wolf’s gullet she went with a shriek.

As the transvestite wolf began snoring like thunder,
Along came a huntsman, who cut his belly asunder.
Out came Red Riding Hood, Grandmother too
While Wolf, so oblivious, kept sleeping right through.
With a few heavy stones, a needle and thread
Wolf, far too full, finally woke then dropped dead.  

After a party of baked goods and wine,
The huntsman gave Red a great wolf pelt so fine.  
“Thank you, dear huntsman,” said our little Red,  
“But I’d rather skin wolves on my lonesome instead.  
I know things now, of these beasts and their wiles
I’ll give them a lesson, with blood and with style.
Teach me to stalk, to chase and to shoot
The best huntress I’ll be - and the cutest, to boot."

The huntsman, he roared with his big booming laughter.
In a voice that rose straight up to the rafters:
“Why little girl, have you a taste for the hunt?
You’re better off sewing, though I hate to be blunt.”
But little Red pouted, and threatened to cry
So the huntsman gave in, with a shrug and a sigh.

The huntsman- he was a formidable teacher.
Now Red lives in fear of no living creature.
Today, when Red Riding Hood walks through the woods
She carries bags of new, furry goods.  
And when out of the brush leaps a wolf with a smile,
She smiles right back: “You’ve picked the wrong child."
My first serious attempt at rhyme and meter.  Occasionally switches between dactylic and anapestic, which could use some fixing up.
Little baby polar bear, lost and alone

Mother vanished, he is on his own

Scared he is beginning to cry

Mothers gone, why oh why



He was following on the ice

Behind her it was so nice

But in the water she went

To go with her he was meant



But the water is too cold

Now wishes he did what he was told

Little polar bear is scared

When up pops a head



But now all is all right

It's mother, to his delight

He is so happy as can be

She has brought fish for tea
copyright Chris Smith 2007
A kiss to your nose
For you are as beautiful
As a rose

A kiss to your eyes
For you are as wonderful
As the sunrise

A kiss to your lips
For you are as mysterious
As the eclipse

But most of all, a kiss to you
For always being you





(this was my first attempt at poetry back in 1997, this was the first one saved, there were earlier poems before I never used to keep them)
Copyright © Chris Smith 1997
 Jan 2015
Kevin Eli
I'm having a dozen dreams a night; fluid and lucid.
I prefer this imagination and fantasy in my bed.
It's a lot of fun, also terrifying,
All in black and red...

Deep diving indoor pools with oil rigs and sea monsters.
I butterfly and sidestroke across the unfathomable chlorine waters.

Gliding downstream through swampy, vine-roped forests.
I end up in mangrove lakes, a canopy of bright glowing mushrooms.

Zombie hordes making me hide in closets at my parent's house.
They never break down the door, I don't understand why they carouse.

Being in a place without time, space, colors, physics or floors,
Talking to people I barely know, with no names or faces. Am I bored?

Sitting in my underwear on a dock, waiting for the bus
The others don't even seen me, but the cute girl next to me does.

I learn to fly, jump off a roof, start falling, then forget.
I twitch in my covers from a concrete slab, comical to wake up dead.

Sometimes I just sit in a cave with a reflection of myself
Talking to my ego; arguing and reasoning with nobody else.

Every time I close my eyes and lay my head,
I feel like a mad-hatter, locked in wonderland.
 Jan 2015
Chelle Quezon
Somebody out there
Won't think twice to date you
Won't have to choose who he wants to be
because he know it's you
Won't make you cry and if he ever will
I'm sure it's tears of joy.

Somebody out there
Won't complain if you want romantic movies
Won't tell you ****, instead you're beautiful
Won't be embarassed, he will be silly with you.
Won’t be ashamed of your flaws and mistakes,
He will hold you and love you anyways.

Somebody out there
Won't make you feel like an object
He will treat you with respect.
He won’t get mad when you wake him up at 3am
Because you are on the verge of breaking down.
Instead he'll feel special because you trusted him
And let him see you in your most vulnerable state.

**Somebody out there
Won’t have to ask you if you are upset,
He knows by the look you have on your face.
Won't judge you, but understand you.
Won’t let you go, he will hold you so tight
Thank God every night
That he put you into his life.

Somebody out there
Won't make you feel worthless
cause he know you're a Princess
Won't break your heart
and will hold your hand
As if holding the whole world around.
P.S. When you meet that boy, you will realize why it didn’t work out with someone else.
 Jan 2015
Anne Faye
The musician cries
As he sings a sweet song
He feels the same way
As he has for so long
The feeling of love and
The feeling of worth
Has all been crumbled
And put in the dirt
After a show he gets peace of mind
Finding room to breath
But still not all are kind

That night they caused him to crack
Pushed him to the limit
And that was that
He wrote one last song
Recorded it there, played it outloud
In case someone cared
Noose made from the strings of a guitar
He walked off the staff
And stopped his metronome heart
 Jan 2015
Tiffany
The time we spend here
passes in the blink of an eye,
And before you know it
it’s time to say goodbye.

We suffer so much
in our given season,
But the pain we feel
happens for a reason.

So you can learn to appreciate
the good things when they come,
Like the memories of dear friends
or the rays from the rising sun.

I know it’s hard now
and I won’t pretend it’ll be easy,
But we’ll heal and carry on
despite the wounds that’ve cut so deeply.

Goodbye isn’t really goodbye
we’ll meet again someday,
So hold your head a little higher
and just take things day by day.
 Jan 2015
Francie Lynch
Trolls exist
If believed in,
Or if
Invited to invade
The mind.
Like leprechauns,
Look sideways,
They're gone.
 Jan 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
Gripping onto my life
Like razor blades across finger tips
Which bleed onto blank paper
The pain whips hard, frenzied

So, once gain, the bottle beckons
Swallowing the rawness of whiskey
Harshly burning my throat
Looking for drunkard, obscure haze

Cursing the scars on this bitter face
A wasted and worthless life
Surrounded by unwanted wealth
What is money but another curse?

The darkening rage suddenly takes me
An anger like some twisted hurricane
My name, blistered on these lips
I am, forever ******, Byron Lorde
Copyright 2015
I am waiting at the shore
Waiting for that ship to come
To go on deck and to explore
Taking me to my loves Kingdom

Showing me something new
To reopen, closed, sad eyes
To forget the life I went through
Saying goodbye to the alibis

The ship of hearts comes sailing
Taking me away to different lands
This ship of hearts, never failing
Floating away, it understands

Peaceful is the sea of want, my friend
This ship travels an unknown ride
To a better place, a better end
Once more, with romance by your side

This ship is love within a boat
Where feelings can run free
These emotions can always float
Taking you where you need to be

The ship of hearts is forever sailing
Across the flowing tides of the sea
This ship of hearts, never failing
It is coming here, to find me
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010 (revised 2015)
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