mike smith

mike smith Oct 2012

to find real, true beauty
just look up at the stars
there is no way of knowing
who we really are
looking into a mirror
and as seconds tick by
we pretend not to hear them
while we wish we could fly
our freedom feels anchored
but it's all in our heads
we are never remembered
until we are dead

3rd revision

mike smith Oct 2012

Another Untitled Short Work in Progress

Windshield wipers running on dry glass.

Lightning so bright, no need for headlights.

Streaks of white when I close my eyes.

The angry skies tell no lies tonight.

mike smith Oct 2012

An Excerpt From A Song That Got Scrapped

He'll lose himself to the sensation of the stilletoed temptation,
The billboard peepshows with the super-sized lies.
He'll waste the money he so shamelessly worked the streets for
On chemical romances that distract him from the skies.

This is just a small excerpt from a song I wrote but didn't like. Another larger portion of the deceased song is the piece i wrote titled "Future of Society". i just like this small bt on its own. i may incorporate it into a song soon.

mike smith Oct 2012

Future of Society

The homeless schizophrenic if the future of society.
He is begging for change and yet having no sense.
Relying on the egos of the thick-wallet mirages,
never not knowing how rich he could've been.

He'll hop on the train headed east to the city,
not ever once minding be it fast or be it slow.
Knowing the fact that it'll be just as ******.
Content to just feel that hot wind blow.

We are all homeless schizophrenics in training,
Waiting to turn blue, eternally resting,
When our day comes, there will be no second-guessing
Its been a long time coming.
The end of our quest.

mike smith Oct 2012

An Untitled Short I Wrote During a Dark Time in My life

We fall to the floor with scars on our veins,
trying in vain to mask mankind's pain.
If only for a moment, or until we die.
So say one last prayer, if you haven't yet lost your mind.

mike smith Oct 2012

Substanial Introduction

(chorus)

It looks like a dust storm, but i think its gonna rain.
he's just like a doctor, but I'm always in pain.
So follow me this way, through this charade,
where everyone is shouting, "Show us better days!"

(Verse 1)

C'mon do this with me now, it'll be so much fun.
It wont let you stop when you say you are done.
Just one more today, and another tomorrow.
There will be no more anger, replaced by guilt and sorrow.

CHORUS*

(Verse 2)*
Trust me on this one now,
It's not as bad as they say.
It's as sweet as a kiss, but less loving each day.
Still though, you wont stop.
You'll always find a way
To get more tomorrow,
If you can't find some today.

mike smith Oct 2012

From Melancholy to Misery and Back

There is more that I want to tell you than I have time to say.
Skeletons fill my closet,
That's why I can't stay.
They turned me into the monster I despise today.
~
Is it even worth it to contemplate why
I'm the person I am yet am unable to cry?
As a burden to you as well as myself
When you care for my well-being because i can't.
I forced your attempts of support right past me,
Along with your attempts at empathy.
I closed myself off from you.
So I think it's time for me to go
If just to ease your life,
But to where I do not know.
I hope I'll figure it out before it's too late.
~
One less source of stress.
One less hopeless mess.
I'll leave no trace,
As if I never was there.
Not a poster on my wall.
Not even a pen in a door.
As good as death in your eyes,
But wherever i go
I'll be gone from your life.
So try to remember my good side.
Try to disregard my occasional reprehensibility,
My selfishness and my lies.
~
Those bricks I laid upon your shoulders,
Please toss them to the ground.
Hear the smash as your memory of me drowns.
Walk away from my shattered body,
Erase the pieces from your mind.
~
But keep my heart
And you'll still see me when you dream.