#thesmiths
"Oh, mother.
I can feel
the soil
falling over
my head."
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:24 PM UTC
Thousands of tiny little stars
Hundreds of beating little hearts
Mountain mice can't fight the village lion
But the spark can light a thousand rivers that open the threshold for a billion oceans covered in nothing but shame and disgust.
Here lies a broken body, here falls another opinion ,the grave of a trillion lies
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
Temptation has kept many warm
Every relationship has its right and wrong
Dissatisfaction is in everyone
More we want, younger can be better
Before your correction know personal preference has connection with emotional reference
****** desire can expire and still get fired
Judge not if you don't have experience
Some feelings you can't cheat but bare with careful and care
When you have the one or two to share
Being open in a relationship has relation to an open relationship
Let's face the facts
One partner or a lifetime partner is somehow a lie
You can't deny you can love many people at once
Relationship, rebound, separation the heart is not at bay
Secretly polygamy rules over monogamy
Love is a sentiment relevant in emotions but not a backbone to marriage
Trust is vacant when it comes to who you bone
Love on the surface is easy to clone
Its a puzzle to be in this entanglement
Certified by home affairs in the name of love
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 2:30 AM UTC
the last time was when i had the flu on mushrooms.
we were sitting in a circle on the floor of nathans living room.
i was sitting in a swirl of emotion,
in an endless mosaic ocean!
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
I fell in love with The Smiths
before anything else.
Ever since,
all affection is met with
sheer inadequacy,
and a near insufferable sadness.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
** Collaboration with Morrissey Smith**
Come forward young poet
and teIl me your tales
of youthful existence,
let your words flow forth
with freedom your call
let eyes see new meaning
in the world that you know
My music's my heartbeat
my camera my friend
I've no room for ego
swag isn't my trend.
I sit in my bedroom
as vinyl spins round
I walk through this life
with both feet on the ground.
So tell me dear poet
what moves you to write
as you sit in your chamber
late into the night?
My hero writes lyrics
like none have before,
one man, now my namesake
did open the door.
He writes of depression
and bitterness strong
I subscribe to his outlook
I'm sure we'd get along.
Some say he's acerbic
judgemental, a *****
But I really love him and think he's the ****
Then take inspiration,
as it comes to you
As last night I dreamt somebody loved me too.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC