Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul: Favorites

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Pauline Morris

I've felt it coming on for days
That ******* Dog is on his way
Nothing I did made his course sway

Why can't he just slumber
But deep in his throat I heard that rumble
I know I'm going to take a tumble

On the sharp rocks of life I'll be dashed
A bone crunching crash
It'll be fast

He pounced on he this morning
Now I'm in mourning
I seen him coming I had warning

In his big strong jaws he'll rip me apart
He'll devour my soul, my heart
That will only be a start

As he guards my hole
Not letting me go
My agony grows

Little girl lost
Always paying the cost
Look where she was tossed

#depression #stuck

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Hunger

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

GalaxiesInsideHerHead

Hunger

While some eat for fun,
others are starving for a single bun.

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

The Weed That Grows Here

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Allyson Walsh

The **** That Grows Here

It grew through him
violently,
relentlessly.
Vines and thorns
weaving throughout his
entirety.
Is this what happens
when pride grasps the heart
and punctures the brain?
He touched with force -
bruised and slit.
turned kisses into slaps,
love to sin.
Stood inches taller,
vines lengthening his limbs.
crawling up his spine,
weaving into his skin.
He finally agreed
with his family:
I wasn't good enough for him.
Pride was like
an infestation.
a twisting ****,
an infection.

For WY

"A man of words and not of deeds, / Is like a garden full of weeds."

#love #pain #loss #hurt #thoughts #you #weeds

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

In the Drawer Beside my Bed.

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Ellymariekje Gurney

In the Drawer Beside my Bed.

In the drawer beside my bed
there lies a graveyard
where scribbles cut to ribbons
rot in literary purgatory.

Discontinued timelines
suspended in the could-have-been,
you know, that awkward space between the realms of possibilities?
Civilisations falling into disrepair,
starved of vision,
endless streams of thought tricking into discontinuation.

It's all in the drawer beside my bed,
beside my head,
that knitted them together
and in the same breath, tore them apart.

For when you start writing but never finish.

#poetry #sad #writing #creative

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

here's a thought........

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Sam Temple

here's a thought........

overcome with thankfulness and gratitude
sitting in my regular life
with my common car
enjoying brain chemistry
free from lapsing synapsis
and misfiring nodes
I live mentally healthy
it is my joy –
of course I get down
the weight of the world
attempting to rest on my shoulders
I shrug
pull the rug
and unplug…
do mounting bills cause pressure?
could a opinionated youth
be reason for irritation?
are stinky dogs
enough to make one curl into a ball
and cry or stare
trapped in despair
hair all messed
acting contrarily to your ideal of self…
the point is
the world is not all roses and ice cream –
we all face adversity
we all experience anger
when we allow that feeling
to rule our lives
we are slaves
to chemistry –
I know, I know
Where is my compassion?
Where is my empathy?
I just don’t know what depression really is
I just can’t relate to a lack of attention
I just don’t understand the pain……
Yes,
I do…….
I just get over myself
wash my **** face
and step out into the day

try it –

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

The Nostalgia They Have Left

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Chloe's Not An Angel

The Nostalgia They Have Left

I know that I need to distance myself from these memories,
I know that, it's clearly no good for me.
I know I should focus on who I still have,
because I know they're the ones' who are worth it.
I'm sorry that I am not able to do that right now;
I don't know the cure for nostalgia.
You could tell me that it's my brains way
of clinging onto something long gone,
it's just it's the kind of pain
that I fear being without.

I know that it has changed so much now,
and I should let the memories fade,
But I am scared of forgetting
and I don't want to forgive.
Forgiveness isn't an option after what they did,
and you don't forgive the wicked people who hurt your best friend like that.
They seemed so innocent.
They seemed so polite.
Now I'm forever facing the facts that they turned out nothing of the sort.

The memories aren't real anymore.
The people they were made with were fake,
because they've shown their true colours
and on the inside I can't handle it at all.
I know I have to stop thinking,
I know they don't deserve my last thoughts.
I thought everyone gets what they deserve in the end,
but now I'm not so sure.
She didn't deserve what they did to her,
Not in the slightest at all.
So how come those Devils are fine?
I know that I should be fine by now.

Push those memories and feelings back,
those girls' can't hurt you anymore.
I know some people would think I'm just hurting myself.
I know that prolonging this pain won't change them to who I thought they were.
I keep saying I know
But at the end of the day
I don't know what to do

So if someone finds a cure for nostalgia,
Please come looking for me.

#nostalgia

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

distracting

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Seher Seven

distracting

I'm bored with division
Distraction from One.
Tired of being told
that defining lines matter.
Or that matter is higher
Or lower, or whatever.
I'm worn thin, stretchy at the joints.
Stretched to maximum,
Acceptance of voice,
and each perspective, I see.
I hear your rotations viewpoint.
I respect why you are here,
Yet I am over feeling fear,
Separation ... its been made clear
We are ONE.

So I go on retreat.
I journey the darkness of me.
The Black Swan pokey, Shiney
Things. The distraction
From the rest. Its a part, and it
Must.
Though my attention here is free.

I call in my personal team.
The ones that see me,
That love me, unconditionally
Whom hear my hearts call.
I am feeling reclusive again,
And yet I know there I end.
Too deep within, and I rejoin.
I know I AM... that which makes IT
Happen.
So I keep balancing, one foot in.
The other trailing behind a cloud
of star dust and dreams.

I'll dream of you, welcome you there
And here. Embrace your truth
Plenty of room for us all.
I'll send healing, loving energy to your
Wounds, calling them to seal.

My heart has no capacity.
Unconditionally free,
As for ME, I just got bored.
As for you, keep replaying what you need.
Results may vary

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Secret

May 2016 Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Sedoo Ashivor

Secret

A secret is only a secret if you alone keep it.

#secret