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

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Say You Hate Me

Say you hate me,
For we all know it's true,
Say you hate me,
For my tears are streaming blue,
Say you hate me,
With little words left to play,
Say you hate me,
So we can wash this hate away,
Say you hate me,
For we know you do,
Say you love me,
But if you did it wouldn’t be true,
Say you hate me,
Because I hate you.

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Through the Dark

Through the dark,
Their is a door,
Where no one has ever been before,
And through that door,
Is something unknown,
For we don’t know if it is home,
My home is leaving,
Through that door,
Will they ever come back,
That’s a question for,
Oh they left,
On to the next,
Is there another door,
It's so complex,
If they come back,
Will they need me less,
Will they notice i’m here,
Or will I disappear,
I haven't a clue,
What that door will bring,
But our minds are so full,
Of frightful things,
My life so dull,
Without my home,
I find no comfort,
When you say,
“I promise to come home…”

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Banter

It's just some banter,
It's what they all say,
But sometimes just banter means they need to find a lantern,
So they can find a way to stay,
To walk through the dark that is their mind,
To walk through the pond,
That is yet so blind,
It's just some banter,
Tell that to me,
I know a kid who needed some love,
But because of some banter she has given up,
Because of the banter that they sold,
Because of the banter that has been unfold,
Because of the banter that is unlinked,
And yet the banter is still the only thing that can stay,
When everything else leaves.

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Spirited Dancer

A follow through the heart,
A star in the wings,
For I never know what this dance will bring,
Following goes through the floor, 
When your a dancer told to dance no more,
A turn just once follows the story to be told,
All the movements we faced have drawn us old,
All the criticism we take have to unfold,
The many times we dance are a few too much,
The many times we leap are grand in a lunge,
Calling our names,
While our backs are in a hold,
All the pain in our spine,
Is a story that's written in gold,
To the child I know,
Once soft and bold,
To what you became to be,
Has yet to unfold,
Once a dancer always a plan,
When a dancer there's no turning back,
Different times make a special place,
Special people take a difficult pace,
To be a star,
One needs to shine,
If another takes the light,
A new spirited dancer forms,
And we learn through the night,
A dancer recognises new storms.

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Neither Do I

They don't like me,
But neither do I,
I shield my face from them,
Because I am carefully curated,
Cured like resin,
But soft as snow,
I know what I’m doing,
But inside these walls I don’t feel as home,
I am a child that no one likes,
But the other fact is, 
Neither do I,
Neither am I the person they see,
When someone says to envision me,
All I ask is why,
Though I know the answer, 
Because neither do I,
And neither will you.

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Gentle Days and Castaways

With a gentle day,
Comes a nice sunny sky,
With no clouds to the eye,
A careless whisper,
And a time for fun,
With a castaway,
You’re never done,
They watch them simmer,
Under the rising sun,
A chance where they need to run,
And go through the gentle day,
But still be a “difficult”,
Cast-a-way.

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Gaslight Me

Gaslight,
Burn open the scouring flame,
Watch it whisper and call my name,
The flame burning bright,
Tremble in the night,
Burn the place where we once used to be,
For only we can ever see,
The fire of dawn,
Seeks a familiar call,
Singing a yet so far song,
To gag the man,
And keep his tongue tied,
To feel the burn,
On the woman's thigh,
To become a man,
Once so violent and true,
To burn the enby,
For not conspiring to you,
To bring the candle up and near,
To burn the lobe of ones dear ear,
Bring the flame,
For the fire streams bland,
Show the dame’s helping hand,
Sow the seed on fertile land,
And burn the ground for where I stand,
Come and follow my forgiving heart,
Stomp it to the ground while we burn apart,
Gaslight me and it's fair game,
Gaslight you and they’ll fear thy name.

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To Be Determined

With silent eyes,
And beckoning cries,
And apathy to see underneath,
Began a climbing grief,
Of what he once used to be,
Closed the doors,
Don’t let them see,
Open the drawers,
Find the mask to be hidden,
And they won't yell ‘good riddance’,
With a sword in hand,
He battles like a dance,
Shooting like a sparrow,
With the precision of the arrow,
A time in the nights,
When they learn of the fights,
They look at you,
And find the room,
For his fate is to be determined.

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A Self Made Machine

I am a self made machine,
Told I couldn’t fail,
Yet told to have fun,
Told to be young,
But there’s work to be done,
When there's work to be done,
Do it in order,
Takes you off course,
When the time is thrown off,
Throws me off course,
When nothing is in line,
What throws us off is the lack of a dime,
When a machine breaks down,
They fix it inside,
When I break down,
I’m told im out of line,
“To be or not to be”,
As shakespeare would say,
To get up or lay down,
And work in this head,
Why is it so hot,
To break up or throw a shot,
Into this broken machine,
The machine I,
Myself,
Wanted me to be,
To be a machine is once in a day,
But when your like me,
You will always find a reason to stay.

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Forgetting How to Love

Forget my name,
Forget thy child,
Became a fear,
Of so many more,
You expect me to cheer,
But you leave my soul sore,
Growing this pain,
And feeling numb,
While being trapped to far under your thumb,
Forced my hand of cards,
Shown the small heart,
Watched you rip it apart,
And take the crown,
Killed love to replace with lust,
While lust turned to rust,
And rust to dust,
You see in my eyes,
Forced hate for a man once loved,
Killed too many thoughts to be beautiful,
Followed like a soldier,
Dutiful, 
Yet the only thing you call me is pitiful,
You were supposed to be loving,
You were supposed to care,
You were supposed to be a father,
You were supposed to be there,
But instead you tossed this card aside,
To throw out who you once knew,
But you taught me how to love,
So I'll teach myself how to forget you.