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About Me

Me in a paragraph: Always in a good mood. Fun to be around. Can hold a conversation. Not prejudiced. Not racist. Don't have a temper. Very easy going. Like to read. Enjoy writing. Like Coke better than Pepsi. Pro-choice. Can't seem to balance a check book. Need to work on my jump shot. Like all styles of music with the exception of country-western. Lived in Hawaii for about ten years, but moved to Taipei 18 months ago. My paragraph is up...
but there's a lot more to know about me.
Chip Smith

My Interests

The Sweetest Poison

There are moments of clarity where I hate you and everything you do to me. But like all moments in time they pass and leave me with only my wistful heart and illogical love. When youâ€™re with me I get the sensation that we are the only two souls on this mortal coil. Nothing else can come between us and nothing with ever tear us apart. Then you disappear and I feel withdrawals not unlike physical pain. Itâ€™s irrational, and Iâ€™m the first one to see it. But Love is irrational. Sensational. Intoxicational. Innebriational. I get drunk on your smell. I get animated at your taste. Iâ€™m a better man when you and I are en masse. Unrequited feelings for you stacked up and around me like a fortress against reason. I canâ€™t fathom how you donâ€™t seem to need me the way I need you. How you can turn off this fervor, this passion, this perfection, when we are apart. Am I really so easy to temporarily dismiss? Am I a part time convenience? Simply a piece in your puzzle of love? Just another doll in your toy box of boys? And even as frustrated as I appear, as furious as I feel, as obstructed I seem, I forgive and forget and ignore all the reasons I should try and leave you. Itâ€™s not about simply trying to win you. Itâ€™s about simply being overwhelmed by an all consuming love for you. A deep seeded burning insatiable desire on such a basic level. You are food, water, and breath to me. I know that we are fated for one another. I think that youâ€™d just see the veracity if you give us more time. And I hate that probably four or five other men are thinking and wishing the exact same thing. You are the sweetest poison. And I will drink of you until either I am perished or impervious.

- C.T.Smith

I'd like to meet:

Angelina Jolie, Sung Hi Lee, Marilyn Monroe, Da Vinci, Dante, Bill Gates, Yoda, God, and Myself from the future. Also, new and old friends to share laughter, smiles, stories, and wine with.

Heroes:

Arizona Wildcats

My Blog

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