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Best Poems Written by Mathew Smith

Below are the all-time best Mathew Smith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Poet Vs Rapper

I have two sides to my ability much wickegery,

Sometimes i be on deep space nine with unlimited imagery,

My mentality is too far gone you cant catch it,

Im a poet and a rapper combined my mind wont let me forget it,

Sometimes i start off in a song format and i resist it,

I want the poet to supercede my thoughts cause thats the ticket,

I love to write a song and a poem i love to do them both,

In a Poem you can walk through my life its me and you up close,

 Its all poetry though whats different is how you deliver,

Its like a fight between what fake (hiphop) and whats real (poetry) i need a mind sitter,

Its a everyday struggle with words i need to decide,

Which of the 2 thought processes im gonna run with and take that ride.

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Visions of My Past

Your past life always haunts you in some way in your future,

Whether you're a small time drug dealer or a born again shooter,

Every once in a while I get a drug dealers dream,

I get caught, and I'm always running from the cops it seems,

Last night I was in the admissions office sitting in school,

Trying to get in because the classes that I'm taking start soon,

So the dude asks me for some information that I had,

I pull out a whole sheet of crack rock in slabs,

So I said to myself "Oh snap what the heck is this?"

I know that if he called the cops I wouldn't get a slap on the wrist,

So we are both just staring at the table in disbelief,

My first thought is ""Get up out of here in one piece,"

I ain't gonna lie, the first thing I thought about was the block,

Then my instincts kicked in, I knew he was calling the cops,

So I packed up my bag and when I started to turn around,

The cops were at the doorway it was bout to go down,

I wasn't going to no cell thay had to take me in blood,

So I ran straight through them like a sponge through a sud,

I start running and keep running and there was no looking back,

My past came back to haunt me in the form of some crack,

It's kinda strange because in my dream I was trying to do right,

I was trying to go to school to change that negative sight,

What does this all mean? I know that the drug game is over,

Is the devil trying to test the will power of a soldier?

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Let Them Go

You ever been surrounded in a room, but felt you were all by yourself?

No one was ever on your level, you felt high like a stealth,

Eliminate, the dead weight, before you start to sink,

They're all yes men in your circle and you're the strongest link,

They're either bums, They cant fight, or They're just straight broke,

They laugh at everything you say like they just heard a joke,

"Get a Hamburger" you say and they order some cheese,

Without a dime in their pockets, like a job is a disease,

But you keep them around because they make you laugh,

Are you at fault for that action because you're making it last?,

Then they push you to the limit, to the brink of disaster,

Sucking you dry, and when they're done then they're gone right after,

Confront them from the beginning so you can avoid all of the drama,

Or you'll be running in a race as if your name was Obama,

Let them go, don't keep them in your positive space,

 They don't want you, they want you're money that's why they're up in your face.

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New York City

Outside on the block smellin the breeze of the city,

Not a familiar type of aroma then the reality hits me,

I'm not from this place at all, but i'm gonna give it a go,

I can get use to this picture, everyday there's a show,

Infested with Rats, Crushed Cans, and the streets are flooded,

Tables with fish split open and the insides are gutted,

Different types of smells in the air, not from the grass, or the trees,

Sometimes it's the smoke in the engines from the cars in the P's,

You have bums on the corner trying to get a few nickels,

You have the dudes with the bops, and the Flags, maybe pistols,

There's also cops on the corners trying to get an arrest,

One false move and they'll put one in your chest,

Other than that, it's all good and the people are nice,

Although it's tight on the train, everyday it's a sight,

The only thing i don't like is how the rent is so high,

How the economy is low and how they're sucking everybody dry.

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Subliminal Cries

Im all alone in a room with no light without a doorway

There's no before play, im well hidden from the world's day, 

The innermost part of my body cant breathe right, i cant sleep tight, im drugged up i dont eat 
right,

I have no clue what the date is or what the weather's like, or if its daylight i have the shivers 
each and every night,

I piss blood my eyes are bloodshot as i begin to rot, Hullucinations are always occuring i 
think i heard a knock,

But i really didnt, i should be bed ridden but im laying on concrete,

I cant defeat the demons inside of me im fighting them in my sleep,

I cant ignore what the devil has in store for the demon as a whole,

Ive been half good the other half's been bad someone else is in control,

Goosebumps are all over my body and they wont go down,

Stressed out laying on concrete and they're making a squooshy sound,

Someone help me some place in this world has to be better than this,

It's like a death wish, but i aint wishing death i have to make it miss.

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Illegal Tender

Why do i walk down the block and see these real young kids,

Shooting guns, repping rags, and not scared to do bids,

Life is short, i dont support, none of that negative image,

At that age, i was full of rage, but i was home eating spinach,

No disrespect, but i expect, from all of the parents to do better,

Dont let them go, let them know, the streets are the tester,

You might leave the house one way and might not come back another,

Locked up 12 years off and on was my lil brother,

Its no joke, the streets spoke,  to this kid as a young'en,

Got hooked on drugs, started to bug, stealing from people and runnin,

Once they're gone it's hard to get them back so stay on them from jump,

Or they'll be fighting in the streets holding that 12 gauge pump,

 You'll be nervous up all night thinking that a cop's going to knock,

Cause your kid got shot, or he/she got caught on the corner selling that rock,

Your stomach turning, eyes are burning, cause you arent getting any sleep,

 Thats your child but you're his/her friend, and now they're in the streets deep.

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No Exceptions

Its not guns that kill people its people who kill people,

So put the guns down cause your families really need you,

Your parents and your sibblings you want to leave them alone?

You want your baby brother or your sister growing up being your clone?

Are you at peace? I think not, something is wrong in your head,

You're wanting to be in the streets and not with your family instead,

What are you doing? Lives are ruined, wiith every choice that you make,

Just go home change your life and try to right that mistake,

You dont know it but you're being watched by the kids where you live,

Lead by example, before you trample, on the lives of those kids,

Never to late to make a change why dont you just throw away that gun,

Innocent kids including yourself will be done before life has begun,

Pick up a book make a change before your time runs out,

You can get shot from a plot, or go that Prison Song route,

What you do comes back around but only 10 times worse,

If not you but a family member will be riding through in that hearse,

Its just the way the cookie crumbles there's no exceptions in the game,

You win some but  you're more likely to lose more than yourself with the pain.