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I saw your liquid thoughts
The wicked lesson taught
As your cruel mind plays
Inside with wicked ways
As you ignored my pleas
Drowning in a million seas

I listened to your cold voice
Hearing I had no other choice
And I fell from a higher place
Burnt with the memory of your face
As you ignored my pleas
Drowning in a million seas
There are little things
With tremendous importance
Hidden in this world
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
I am a stranger
Of a forgotten touch
Where love once came
Now a forbidden embrace

Just a stranger
Who desired too much
Needing a heart to claim
But now, lost without a trace

Stranger in another land
With no other place to go
No arms there to hold me
Burning in a sun, all alone

A stranger who doesn't understand
Of all the things I need to know
A prisoner who is never set free
Feeling this heat, on my own
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
pafos, Cyprus
There is a subtle grace
To the whispers veiled
In caress of autumnal promise
Would that I could offer their solace
Where all seems beyond repair

So much light hidden
Where it once shone brightly
Your touch offers strength, always
Taking this mind, this soul, this heart
Offering something needed, something new

So perhaps it can forever dwell in the senses
That have long ago left to dwell with stars
For there was a time when sorrow yielded
To a future soundscape of colour and intrigue
A desire called destiny that called to me

In tears we paint the future
On a landscape of sorrows
Building towards the clouds above
Searching for a glimpse of the sun
For we share ourselves reluctantly

What else is there to do?
But take the moments
Seize the hurt and watch it die
For in its death
We shall liberate our cries

Set free the chaos of emotions
Where bonds were created
On the power of friendship
Throwing off our shackled lives
To be free, to be at peace
Copyright © Chris Smith and Poppy Ruth Silver 2012

Poppy Ruth Silver is a singer and poet and can be found on Facebook and www.apolloblessed.ning.com
Cry the untold tears
Bought by unsold fears
By a lonely grave
Where only a slave
Sheds rivers for a poet
****** tears flow it
Down to a sea of voices
Full of forbidden choices
But why it could be
When nobody cries for me
No one could love me
Because even I hate myself
So I always know there is no 'we'
And that there never could be

I'm lost among the masses
A sea of blurs to by cast away
In a world of ambition and fascists
No one can know what peace is

Am I insane for running?
Can there be no cure?
I know how disturbed I'm becoming
I don't know if anyone's listening
If not then only to myself am I talking
Shuffling feet in directionless walking
No one to give hope for the future
I'm lost and here for the finding

If only there was anything worth being found
"I love you"
"Don't fight this"

"I hate you"
"You're worthless"

"Save me"
"You're everything"

"Leave me"
"I'm nothing"*

What people seem to miss
Is that life would be simplest
If thoughts were kept inside the head
Because everything is better left unsaid
LOL
Life Of Loneliness
Like One Lie
Love Only Lost
Lost Off Land
Looking Over Lines
Longing One Love
Losing Our Love
Last October's Light
Life Old Loathing
Loathing One's Life
Leaving Over Loath
And
Laughs Of Lies

When using words to describe
None have to know what's felt inside
Making words the easiest
Way to lie

Life Only Lets One Live On Lacking Of Love
Shattered marbles on the floor
Beautifully sparkling like snow
The light so thin beneath the door
A silver crimson line that flows
Wonderful forever more
Broken long, forever ago

Beauty is held in pieces so fine
Wholeness is so un-unique
But the glimmer of a broken line
The shattered skin so slick and sleek

Broken is as beauty seeks
The finest of the gentle meek
Soft rain dew over cheek
Pain is where true beauty leaks
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