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The Sacred Art of Dying

darkness come caress me now
and as I die I weep
my body lies here limp and 
cold 
I prepare myself for eternal 
sleep
a million miles of starry skies 
to me they look like sparkling 
eyes 
that come to watch me die
but then they're blocked from 
my view 
by a deity with soft black wings
i know he's here to comfort 
me
though death is what he brings 
it's odd 
it feels as though he loves me 
he strips my clothes away
his wings caress me now as he 
holds me 
and we begin to sway
he holds me close to his chest
as a mother holds her child
sheltering me as i leave 
the wicked and the wild
and i can succumb 
because now i feel so weak
then i see a tear 
fall from his eyes and wet my 
Cheek
it's over now he kisses me 
he longs to taste my breath
and as if he longed for more 
he sucks it from my chest
his lips linger over mine 
for he knows when he pulls 
away
the fire in me that screamed to 
life 
will not see another day
Darkness come caress me now 
and as i die he weeps
and now that i feel no longer 
scared
he lulls me off to sleep

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2010



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A Slaughtering of Fears

I am running fast,
A storm is rolling in,
Im running,
breathe,
my chest is heaving,
I dropped a tear,
on accident I swear,
I tried to wipe it quickly away,
But it was too late,
They'd seen,
Found weekness in my heart,
And so they came for me,
I stopped running, 
Turned to face those demons,
I slaughtered them all, 
and the looks on thier face I knew they could now tell,
the tear I dropped was for them, 
for sending them to hell,
that night I walked throught the storm,
no longer afraid, 
I wore the blood of the demons I'd just slayed,
and I'd never felt more proud,
coated with my accomplishment for the night , I smiled.

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Music Moves.

Smooth bass tones,
they come from my heart,
the world slips from my grasp,
the only thing in my hands now are thick bass strings,
I play,
I tone life out,
I rock the world away,

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Eden

As our world lies in havoc 
she waits deep in the inticingly 
dark forest 
she glances upon us
though to her we are but a 
bleak glimmer of misery on the 
horizon
our world begins to crumble 
our oceans dry and turn to 
puddles 
and the earth cracks and 
begins to break away below 
our feet
and as we starve
she picks ripe succulent fruits 
from lush strong vines 
she plunges her teeth through 
the skin 
and flavorful juices roll down 
her tongue
she runs and plays throughout 
the forest and skips through 
rolling streams 
and the sound of her wet feet 
slapping on rocks echo's 
through the woods
she cherishes every thing in 
her world 
while the brutal few still in ours 
ravage what is left of it 
they victimize the weak and 
weary
for them to survive is to fight 
is to kill 
while the weaker waste away 
or survive by taking from the 
corpses that litter the earth 
burned crisp by the seering sun
but she sings enchantingly 
through the black mass of thick 
trees
and dances elegantly with fire 
flies
for years she watches us with 
little intrest 
until one intensely dark night 
she looks upon our world and 
thinks this could be a sad 
shame
but she never feels sadness 
and she knows that everything 
happens for a reason.

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2010

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Blind Conviction

When a child looks you in the face, 
and says "please don't cry, 
It'll all be alright."
And he believes it, 
Even if he cant tell you how or why.

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2013



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Pleasure Is Passion

I cant fight this
Sets me reeling everytime
Curls my toes
Flotas my boat
Sends chills down my spine

I want to hold onto this 
Im gonna never let it go
To stay like this forever?
You wouldnt dare say no
 
No need to be ashamed 
I enjoy it just like you,
Just wallow in the way this feels
Theres still so much more to do

Its a little much but dont be shy
I aim to please
To make sure you cry

And cringe
And squirm
Yet beg for more
Dont worry 
Dnt wonder
Cuz I'm gonna make you sure

But after this 
You'll never leave
Cuz you cant touch
What you cant see

I see you but I dont feel
I told you this aint real it's just a game
It's purely pleasure I dnt see love 
I'll never touch it aint that a shame

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2013

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Lovers

Take root deep in me
Trickle down my skin
I did rest my trigger on your finger
And you pulled it again

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2013

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I Recall

I recall the moment,
All at once i realized that no matter what
 The sun will still rise
The breeze will blow 
The birds will fly about
I found a certain reasurrance in this that hit me at my core
And all the parts that held me in fell away,
Came crashing to the ground with a theatrical wail
One that screamed "I'll never be the same again"
And then it was over. Crowd trickled out, along with the shoulders to cry on.  
They all turned away. And the last one standing then was me. Alone. Free.

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2013

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The Tears That Pool In the Dark Corners of Bright Rooms

These tears that pool
In the dark corners of bright rooms
Monsoons couldnt wash them away
These are the ones that define us
The ones that sit in the recesses of our minds 
Rusting away at what we think is our core
Provoking the winds that blow closed our shutters and open our doors

These winds that blow fierce 
Through your forest and across your bay
You can't catch them in your sails
They are not meant to move you
But to ruffle your feathers
And bring waves to your seas
To shake everything that you thought was serene

And to bring on the tears that pool 
In the dark corners of bright rooms

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2013

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I fell in love, 
With an idea,

But Idea's wont keep you warm at night

So chilled to the bone,
I fumbled for a match,
And like most little girls who play with matches,

I wound up engulfed in flames.

Copyright © Joanna Smith | Year Posted 2014


Book: Shattered Sighs