Just Another Poem |
Just Another Poem My God, what has become of me?Why am I trapped in this simplicity? I'm reaching for the summit, the top of it allBut no matter how hard I climb, I e... Posted by Chip Smith on Thu, 15 Sep 2005 05:46:00 PST |
My Answers |
101 Questions about CHIP
What is your full name?
Carl Thomas Smith Jr.
What is your sexual preference?
Two ways to read into that question. 1.) Heterosexual or 2.) Often.
In ten adjec... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Blood Red Rose |
BLOOD RED ROSE
Attraction,
a near touch, a tremble, warm lips, soft kisses,
Anticipation,
a full rush of pass... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Night the Flower Died |
THE NIGHT THE FLOWER DIED
Love is a very delicate powerIt's a beautiful but complicated flowerAnd it's hard work just to keep it aliveBecause everybody knows that sometimes it ... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Lunch Hour |
Lunch Hour
A normal day, Sunshine dayA few low clouds on the horizon for aesthetic pleasureA undertone of tension in the air
A bird in the city,Out of place but trying to adaptSlowly returning to t... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Eating my Depression |
Eating my depression
The city noise woke me up at a quarter to seven, but I stayed in bed 'til a little after tenWoke up and shuffled to the shower, where I ... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I wanna play with fire |
I wanna play with fireLight my candle at both endsI wanna burn a lot of bridgesLive my life along the edge
I wanna stray off the beaten pathI wanna change ... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
some poem |
FOR YOU, I AM
If you ever need a friend, remember my heart and arms are open,If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, remember I have two,
If you need someone to hold when the thunder gets to ... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Sonnet |
Ruination
Walking alone by the waters edge. Cold
winter sand wet at my feet. Lost in air
a sea bird wails. I stare out to where the
sea and sky meet. You dance to the ocean.
Running throu... Posted by Chip Smith on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |