Yolanda Smith: Favorites

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Tenisyn

A cheesy poem requested and written for my best friend.*

You claim that I'm an open book,
How do you see right through me?
How did you know where to look?

I've been locked up,
But you've found the key.
I've always been hiding behind a somber steel cage,
Protecting myself from the hurt and the pain.
But you're pulling my heart out from its eternal ice age

Mind Reader,
please know,
I'm not worth the strain.

Ive witnessed the breakdown of the broken-hearted,
and I've seen the endless tears as they fall.
I know that heartache never ends as quickly as love started,
And thats why I've put up this wall.

But piece by piece and brick by brick,
You've gently made my barricades collapse.
How dearly I hope this isn't just some trick.
Do you honestly care? Maybe, Perhaps,
But don't try so hard to understand me.
Old habits die hard, or so they say.
You've started a change within me.
My hearts no longer cold and far away.

You claim that I'm an open book,
How do you see right through me?

10th grade.

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Coffee with a Jew

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Micheal Wolf

Coffee with a Jew

What if we all woke up tomorrow a timezone at a time
We found no armies were fighting and laughter filled the day
A Muslim drinking coffee, playing chess with his friend the Jew
Christians praying quietly whilst bhudists chant their tune
Politicians talking, instead of scoring points
Feeding those in hunger without plying for their oil
Monsanto going organic, the GM food all gone
No
So what if one tomorrow that all came to pass
A utopia of selflesness, mankind's left its rotten past
Well no time soon, or in my life are we likely to get there
We wake each day to see what our fellow men have wrecked
So close your eyes really tight, try to see its worth
Of helping not destroying our over mortgaged Earth
I hope I'm not the only one who wants a world of peace
Without the hurt the pain the fear that only MAN creates

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

slow and incompetent, will you wait?

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Ting-Jun

slow and incompetent, will you wait?

will you think of me?
when the last leaf has fallen, or the last train has left?
stay through this harsh winter,
wait for me.

this world’s gone crazy,
i can’t find you in the crowd.
held by chains of guilt,
wait for me.

repeating numbly the rituals of life,
do we ever leave this place?
always a few steps behind your silhouette,
wait for me.

when the mind is a broken mirror,
reflecting one's lost memories.
how long can one last?
*don’t give up on me.

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Food For Wicked Thoughts. ( sensual )

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

DieingEmbers

Food For Wicked Thoughts. ( sensual )

Lips pressed gently
again soft
sweetly scented skin
the first flush
of spring
begging to be taken
it the tasting
of his kiss
teeth slowly grazing
untouched flesh
teasing the stone with tongue
from wetted peach
juice warm and sticky
drips from eager excited lips
in rivulets of pure unsweetened
pleasure
tongue moves faster
as mouth *****
hard
drinking deep each droplet
inhaling with each intake of breath
the waft of summer meadows
where lovers lay
and shared forbidden fruits
from scrumpied trees
as here
now
I taste once more
the heady bouquet of love
wrapped up in lustful
decadence
of greed and avarice
your pain my pleasure
your gift my gain
as spittle
from my or' excited tongue
mixes callously
with the spiced perfume
of your open petals
sedating only my thirst

but

not

my

hunger...

I'm eating a peach ;) honest I am

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Love's Litmus

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Atalanta Undigested

Love's Litmus

Is it lust, pain, or adoration?

Aye.

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Upgrade Available

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Rlavr

Upgrade Available

Baby, I hope you realize

*You could have it so much better

But you're probably too nice to care.

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Confession(s)

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

M Clement

Confession(s)

I read something yesterday
Call it a confession
And all I could think was,
"I hope this isn't you."

I hope that love is true
And I hope that we can work

I hope we haven't gotten this far
For you to feel the way the confession felt
To say that you only said you loved me
Because I treated you decent
And that now, you're in too deep.

I hope this is all real.
And I like to think that I know it is

But day by day, I miss you more
and I grow more unsure
Because I can't be reminded by your touch
your kiss
your affection
or your words

I'm drowning in an hourglass
As time slowly crushes me

Terrible, terrible prose

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Look Over the Mountain boy and What do You See? (Me)

Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith

Sayer

Look Over the Mountain boy and What do You See? (Me)

back when i could remember something fake
i think deep down inside i could understand and dream
and dream i do today but i've waited for my take
so one day i'll run down the dirt from the woods into the stream

that was who i was sitting desks apart little child
little child look at me it's me it's really me
look up at the sun the weather's a tad mild
(for my taste) i look at You and do you see it do you see

i think now you do and the waiting's worth it
and wait i did and wait and wait and wait and i waited for you
deep down knowing you really did (a little bit)
i just hope it's the same obsession you have like i too

time and time again (i will spend my eternity with you)
you told me people were meant to be with each other like the stars align in the sky
i agree oh god i agree (just love me) i want to
i want to feel your heart and my hand through your hair and sigh

i think this is the world dream you resemble it with perfection
you can take everything because you deserve it all
don't let me go don't let me be some kind of correction
or something and on and on i'm a little (tall

er) than you but no matter no matter so many differences yet the same
our hearts and souls match and it makes me smile
and you too I notice it You notice me
you see me you see me you see me i know you see me I feel you see me you see-
(for all it's worth it'll be worth the while)