Bold=Chris
                Italic=Tiffany

You are darkest beauty
Hunted by this frenzy
These aging, wizened eyes
Track you through the night
Prey for the predator

As for the creature feasts on the most unknown meal of all not the dark but thy light

Draining the sweet innocence
Hungry for the souls taste
But you stay just of reach
The closer to thy light
It burns at this darkness

The light shines with no effect upon thy dark but the dark shines no mercy but glory and hatred the dark predator gives to thy light

This creature feels only rage
Consumed at he can not have
Fury at what he can never be
For he never knew the angel
Of the darkest beauty in hiding

Thy angel of light bares to thy soul of thy darkest part of the creature of the dark exposes its true beauty and shines light on its pure light and the demon of darkness demolishes thy lights soul and the light shall stay nonimmortal while the dark overules the light and captures both sides dark and thy light both parish in a eruption of flames and disappear in a thin of smoke and never return to thy land of good and evil.


Collaboration by Chris Smith the dark poet
And Tiffany Gold

There are so many
Words to share, and most of us
Write to own a piece.

If they will
make your fortune
or get you laid
or just charm
someone beautiful,
go ahead and steal
my poems.

I'm 63 and
don't care.

I'd prefer
them used
rather
than dead.

Information
wants to be
free.
   ~mce

Stealing
       my
        words
    is
       the
            same
        as
            stealing
                  my
            heart.

In the night sky, the wind blew;
shaking the leaves on branches of trees nearby.
* 'oh, how those leaves fell! Like teardrops falling from the sky'. *
Yet, no one was there to save or catch them, as they fell to the cold merciless ground, and died.
Those leaves, those beautiful autumn leaves!
They reminded me of how, the same way in life.
Nothing is permanent, and in the end, we all die.

Reshape the void-
add a backbone
form my lips
mould my sentences
build my breath.

make me human again

In his eyes, I see what I feel inside but he has an excuse. In his eyes, I see a world shattered by negligence and abuse. In his eyes I see a tipping ***, hot and enraged. In his eyes, I see a boy, wanting to unleash himself from his cage.

In his eyes I see me
I see my locked up thoughts
my hidden apologies

my brains own starvation
the dirt in his eyes
I have, only in disguise.

In solitude with the devil's tune
I wait and ponder fate
Torn between the now and then,
I balance love and hate.
The magnitude of loneliness
looms across the room,
trembling as I try to sleep,
I hold the hand of doom.
The game is never ending
because I've yet to hear my name,
ringing to the multitudes
exalting words and fame.