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 Nov 2015 Dafne Maradiaga
Angie
You loved me until the star dust
Spilled from my body onto the floor
And the galaxies spinning inside of me
Crashed out of control
 Nov 2015 Dafne Maradiaga
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
Words speak volumes, they will heal you or destroy you.
They can make you laugh or they can make you cry.
They are either full of life or they are full of death.
Christ spoke everything into existence in six days.
So yes words do carry a powerful punch in them.
Remember Christ is called the Word and he is God.
Since you are a poet you should realize this one thing.
You can speak yourself out of the thing that you are going through.
Just trust believe and it shall be done, speak life into your life.
Days passed with no regard to time or events
I'm on my own
No strings attached
As much as people tell small things do not matter,
I cannot reckon with those thoughts
Everything matters
The time, the place, the story
The room, the people, the looks
It all comes together
Life isn't as simple as everyone around me wants it to be
And so I meet her
She walks into my apartment
Comments on how clean it is
Immaculate, is the word I liked better
She changes clothes
And we head out for a night of bliss
Dancing, drinks,
Gaslight lounging in booths that stuck out in a nostalgic way
I became awestruck
With a magnitude of euphoria that pumped through my veins
Ribbed through my head to toes and back
I was dizzy
I was happy
I knew this is what should take place,
At least once in every person's life
Give yourself that one night
And your fever sweats itself out
I am insane.
but I am not insane in just anyway.

I am completely sane.

I crave insanity.
Bad turns me on.
I am obsessed with the idea of a sociopath.
I want to never hold back words and actions.
Selfishness is ****.
But I will never be that way.
It's all I've ever wanted.
Was to be insane.
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
I have a smile that can light up the world
People stare at me and sigh, Why can't I be that girl?
I laugh and it sounds like bells
But no one knows that I go through hell
My mother has a fear that she will grow old
My father hits me when he thinks I grow bold
I smile and show my teeth at school
But when I am home, I am no longer cool
I have the most perfect scars on my wrist
Because my family treats me like ****
They are so beautiful, so nice
They are perfection.....it will suffice
I cry each night
My tears blocking out the light
My dad comes in and raises his hand
Next day at school, *I fell down practicing with a band
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