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daryll smith Mar 2016
yh its been a while
thoughts of you still come by piles all  the while
we go together like floors n tiles i kick back
and chat to you if not  for a while then i forget you're not here
then im sad but just for a while one more phone call  but no more voices
nor cuddles if not just for a while  i guess it wont last forever if only just for a while
daryll smith Mar 2018
Freedom


I can hear the voices, To me they sing.
I can see the door I also feel the wind.
I look beyond the window ,from which were caged in.
I can feel the people in all there thoughts that spare
A hopeless abis. I call but no one answers this.
I scream I shout but only because I scared
I'm free I'm out I prey I never go back there.

Written by DSmith
daryll smith Apr 2019
She moves like the wind.
On every flow. "I float the wind with my every being".

I'm clutching to change with every weather.

I'm I grasping to life.
like I never thought was ever possible.
I'm holding on.
I'm never letting go.
daryll smith Jun 2022
green green grass


So they claim its greener on the other side!
i say its meaner when worlds collide
the feeling of hope
soon to be left behind im crying and dying in side
so i smile just to hide the feelings that override
and coinside 
im screaming but there's no one in sight am i surly
im crazy im sure im
mental i guess im just lucky i got caught in time


written by d smith
daryll smith Apr 2018
Know who  I am  before I Leaf


So as it stood wind flowing though it's hair,
Blankly staring out to the mist covered view.
It just thinks to itself "I wish I could move".
So the seasons change...
As does it's appearance he can all but see....
what's stands in front of him.
Or within mere distance....."Oh how I wish I could move"
But  it all changes a van pulls up aside...he's happy and rustles with glee and excite.....Their coming their coming!! It's Autumn and all my baby's had to leave. They must be here to move me..... with my baby's it's noticed  small note in a plastic sleeve...wrapped around it. But It can't read.
another van arrives this carrying a trailer...
Behind, Si the worker gets out and starts to cut me I beg stop stop! THIS IS ******. What was I?
But now I am furniture.

Daryll smith

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