If I colored three pages
From a coloring book
You'd see the difference
In the intensity
The distribution of the color
It's just like that
In the way I love each of you
Different colors
Different intensities
But never think
They can be compared
Would however pick out
My favorite
And if it was good to me
Hold it close forever
As the one and only
But if I no longer matter
Then eventually
Neither will you

the punch line of this poem
is sweeter than the
smell of old jeans, grimy
under the cuff. it was a disingenuous summer
on our backs. earth worms
belly up in the sun.
writhing. pleading. drowning.
sand rubbing the wrong way on the calloused
cracked heels of summer.
neck slummed against
steering wheels.
burnt cheeks from leather.
tough.
I can’t remember, though.
fed on my memory more than on my body.
the clouds less appetizing than
cotton mouth: violently quiet

The sunlight was draped across my skin like the sheet of a bed,
I looked into his eyes and saw my future,
Suddenly, I could feel him touch my arm,
And when I think back,
I can still hear him ask me "Can I try something new?",
I can still feel him gently press his lips to my right cheek,
I can still hear him tell me he loves me,
I can still feel his hand in mine, his arms around my waist,
I can still feel my love for him in my heart when I think of him,
I can still feel my heart drop the day he left,
But the person I love is dead,
He's someone else now,
He's completely different, yet exactly the same all at once,
Just enough to make me miss a complete stranger,
Just enough to make me love someone I've never met,
Just enough for it to rip me apart when I see him,
I long for him to care for me the way I care for him,
I can't sleep at night, I stay awake in my bed thinking about him telling someone else he loves them,
As I lay staring at the ceiling reading the poem he wrote me, I know he'll always be here, be with me, in my heart, in my memories,
And I know it's time, time I let him go, time I set him free, time I give him the wings to fly out of my thoughts,
Time I let him move on, time I let him be happy, like I know we both deserve to be,
But I just can't.

Read CS and TG collaborationhttp://hellopoetry.com/poem/1159385/dark-poetry-collaboration-between-tiffany-gold-and-chris-smith/

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