Chapter one: A beginning |
and I talked to you the other dayYou smiled and said, "Scotty it's been just one of those days""Those days?" I say, as you smile a smile, "Yeahwith the cancer, shit-can, and loss of that spe... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 09:46:00 PST |
Post Script: I’m still not coherent enough for you |
Oh sweet thing how you flex your, "sweet things"and entangle while whatching me dangleWith those cute color coated eyesThis indulgance, indulging in minor addictive additionsTo make life worth li... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 09:23:00 PST |
Love |
It's when I look into your eyesOr when you laughOr maybe when those thoughts finally crush usThat this time it's just phonyQuit making things upQuit laughing out loudNoone hears you anywayKeep putting... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:06:00 PST |
Right Broken Knuckles(Everything plus some more) |
I found you in the cracks beneith the pavementJust right below, under my feetWhere all good things found are often placedIn the spot you'd never think you'd awakeIn the spot you never would double-tak... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 07:04:00 PST |
The Sky, She Waves As She Says "Goodbye" |
With closed hands the sky looks awayHer baggage packed With a plan to relax and just fade awayTo take the first train far, far awayFrom the slow steady townWhere the words h... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 11:58:00 PST |
Easy Cheesy |
I'll have patience no more.Enough is enough.
But you'll never get it anyways.So quit trying to guess.
-O.P.... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 11:10:00 PST |
Temps |
Ainsi j'ai coupé mes cheveux Re-a mesuré uns A brûlé le cd' ; s et les mixtapes aussi. Les vidéos que vous avez créées. Amour supplémentaire : quelque chose qui deviendrait vide. Sécurité : quelque ch... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 10:58:00 PST |
Who is more drunk, the driver or me? |
As you size me up with your hands around my wasteAs you whisper those words in my ear,Just a name and a placeLiquid courage will be there to mendWith drunken lies and kisses run races up your thighsIn... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:21:00 PST |
And I can see you running through the fields of sorrow |
Ill never feel fingers run through your hair.Or the shapes our bodies would makeHolding together suspended in mid-airOr the smell in the morning as the sun shines into let me know you're right th... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:50:00 PST |
Super Stompdowns |
Ohhhaaaaa I don't believe a fucking word you've saidA fucking breath you take,All the energy you have forcefuly created for some other design!That shitty poetry,Trying to convay a false comming t... Posted by Scotty Matthew Smith on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 08:12:00 PST |