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Bradley Smith Poem
The music coarses through my veins
As i run down the street
i don't need to look back
to hear the pounding of the feet
My mind races as i sprint
my lungs struggling to continue
but i hear death come closer
not knowing what to do
i see the glint of metal
as he races after me
not fighting for his honor
it is just blood he wants to see
is this how a hero dies, i ask myself boldly
is this what happens when you refuse to back down
my heart starts to fail, my feet start to slow
with barely enough energy, to turn myself around
All i ever did
was stand up to that school bully
and it may have been the last thing i do
i now understand quite fully
if only i had stepped down
let him spit and walk away
instead, i had to open my mouth
and so the consequences i must now pay
i muster up the courage
puff out my chest and turn
but instead of feeling steel
i feel a steady burn
for in my frantic flight
i must have stepped down wrong
for after everything I'd done
i knew that it was sprung
i fall down to the pavement
fearing the very end
that school bully who chose to chase me
would soon learn to comprehend
that i stood up for myself
and would not back down now
i fought back the tears
and stood without a sound
i waited and waited and waited
for the bully to fly around the block
i sat back down and teared up,
as i yanked away the sock
the pain that radiated shot
through my leg and through my bones
anyone one could tell
from the screeching of my tone
i hobbled to the bus stop
picking out the broken glass
the blood hit the ground
and the ground hit my ass
i sat there in my tears
pondering a lie to tell
one that told nothing of my flight
and one that i could sell
i came home late that night
with relief my mother slept
i hobbled to my bed
and passed out as i wept.
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2008
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Bradley Smith Poem
Everyone thinks since i smile
that everything is good
no one knows its been a while
since i last had good food.
I live in a good neighborhood
My neighbors, all quite wealthy
just snacking when i could
and trying to stay healthy
everytime you go to school
your stomach starts to rumble
always looking like a fool
when you trip and stumble.
i know what its like to feel sick
the fuzz that passes through your brain
people acting like a prick
not knowing your in pain.
i go to school like normal
i tell no one of my issues
no need to make it formal
i just grab a few more tissues.
you may not even notice me
im just your everyday dumb teen
you cant see what i see
or know where i have been.
i go to school each day
and go to work each night
working for my pay
so i can grab another bite.
we go to homeless dinners
and i feel my heart clench tight
not feeling like the winner
should i really have to fight?
so now i lay my head
and dream of a full tummy
and as i lay in bed
i dream of yummy yummies.
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2008
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Bradley Smith Poem
There once was a pretty princess
who owned the prettiest dress
She made all the girls jealous
and the boys over-zealous
everytime she flashed them a smile
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But there once was a charming young lad
who made all the other fellows mad
And if ever she cried
his heart most surely would die
since eyes for her, he'd had quite a while
Well This poor lad was in a land far away
and that young princess, sadly i say
was busy off doing her chores
and he grew new sores
for he missed her as a mother might miss a child
So BIG grew his heart
so sad being apart
But the boy knew what he had to do
so he wrote a little poem for you
so you would know of his wit and guile
So there he sat, staring happily at her face
wishing he was at her place
just to hold, hug, and kiss
the things he would miss
even just to see her smile.
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2010
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I never believed.
Oh i believe,
in god,
and in life
heaven and hell,
and i believe in you and me.
But that strange feeling of more then like
more then a crush
more then lust.
what is it?
its a fairytale. a myth, a fable a lie.
or so i thought.
And as the typical fairytale would have us know,
then you came along
you showed me how to open my eyes
how to let my heart soar.
you show me how to love.
We sit on the beach, on a bridge, on a fountain.
in the moonlight, the sunshine,and the rain.
My eyes looking into yours, unable to breathe.
unable to speak.
unable to look away.
you are all I see.
its like..magic.
Every moment goes by so quick when i hold you.
Every moment apart my heart aches.
I don't want to go to quick, to be vulnerable, to be hurt.
so the best i can do
is to be with you.
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Bradley Smith Poem
Life
A series of events and actions
Words and choices
That make up who you are
Death
An event in your life in which you have little choice over
it happens, regardless of whether you accept it
or not
Love
is..
is..
what?
Love is not definable with words
but only with actions
but can you say love is to hug
to kiss
or to feel?
No! love is inside
Can you tell someone how to find it?
look below your heart, just to the side of the stomach
No! love is more
Love is something you find and you know
Something to hold onto cherish
Love is.. you
Love is what i feel when i see you
when i hold you
when im with you
Love, is a gift, better then money and cars,
more then any material gift
Love doesn't need to be wrapped up
a pretty bow or a ribbon
Love is something we've found
something i know we share
my heart beats and im proud
a girl with which to share
And a girl i know i love
true to my heart
this gift from above
'till death do us part
Love is..
More then life, more then death
Love is..
Is.
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I sit and watch her type
never wanting to get up
she tells me that she likes me
and my heart begins to pound
i have liked her for so long
yet never thought she cared for me
my breath floats away
as i begin to say
the smooth line i knew would change
they way that we both felt.
and on the day which we should meet
i watch the time roll by
i know she's gotten cold feet
and my eyes start to tear
i walk to wear she used to sit
and make eye contact in passing
after awkward times and talking
bright red, both me and her
we make plans again, twice more
i am forgotten
i have the revelation
in which my soul must rest
i decide her hearts not in it
but with no courage to say it
instead of a magic kiss
i write the ending words
my heart starts to slow, my eyes start to tear
i look one last time at her picture
and walk away for good.
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Bradley Smith Poem
i dream of a life where money is no issue
where my stomach is full
and the roof is always strong
i dream of nights out with friends
of random fun with no fear
of meeting that one special person
i dream of walking on the beach
and holding hands with that one special person
as we smile and laugh
i dream of the sand under my toes
the wind in my hair
the warmth of love
i dream of that one girl
i might not even know her yet
but then again i might
i dream of relationships ending well
and people staying in touch
and a day without fighting
i dream of a day we might once again be close
a day in which we can walk together
with a smile on our face
i dream of you- of being close to you again
of just being friends, forgetting all that has perspired
of you, and me, and the way it was
i dream of a life where money is no issue
where my stomach is full
and the roof is always strong
I Dream.
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They say its not looking good
that i might lose my toe
then they hand me the bill
and its of i go
now many months later
i sit, still in pain
with so much to lose
and so much to gain
i pick up the pin and think
of the results of one swift swipe
i poke once with that pin
and then begin to type
i postpone the inevitable
i know what i must do
i pick up that damn pin
and say goodbye to you
i look down at my toe
i watch the blood pour out
i feel my body spasm
as i stifle back the shout
now no matter what will happen
whether death or loss of toe
i can say i tried
i know, you know, we know.
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Is no longer allowed to be free. No longer to spread my wings, to feel the wind in my
face, to laugh at the horrors, as i soak in the freedom. Here i sit, nay here i stand, as
a chair is to great a privilege- with my back to the world i stand alone, defenseless
against the oppression of others- the weight of my words holds me down, my heart guiding
my tongue to silence. Here i stand in silence, for if you so bless someone with the key to
the heart, is it not there right to chose what they please? to pick a course and set you
on your way?
I have given it- my heart and my rights, pride and manhood, not lost in some absurd act of
stupidity, unless you consider love absurd, in which case you would be right.
Why give your heart away, when there is so much to gain and so much to lose.
To gain that person's heart, through and through knowing they see only you.
But to lose your own heart- to have it broken and torn- to give it all and gain nothing.
To be without love, is to not live, but to live without love is what?
Experience love once, and never ever again can you live without it- even the most bitter
of people long for it, crave it.
But to never experience it, never know what your missing, what issues could that pose?
Here i stand, back to the world, alone and misunderstood.
Freedoms gone, as censorship sets in, my words and actions, guided by those around- no
longer does my heart belong to one person- as that person has shared my heart with those
around- to be at the whim of all who call themselves friends, and the mercy of those who
are closer.
Here i stand, back to the world, hopeless, yet still here.
Bradley W. -May i remain anonymous in my truth.
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I sit and watch my life flying by
sit idly as i stare at the sky
wondering what has changed.
The sun still shines brightly
The moon still comes nightly
Yet deep down i feel chained.
The world once warm and friendly
tries to break and bend me
as i feel pained, pained, pained.
pray to the stars, your god, or your heart
stare down blankly at the medical chart
and know that your world has changed.
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