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Riley Smith Poem
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.
Copyright © riley smith | Year Posted 2025
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Riley Smith Poem
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.
Copyright © riley smith | Year Posted 2025
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Riley Smith Poem
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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Riley Smith Poem
If I wave,
Will you wave back,
Will you cast me aside,
And toss me a look,
Throw a snide remark,
To make me look like a fool,
Cast us aside,
And tossed out the key,
Follow inside and take a knee,
Stomped on our lives,
With knives to our hearts,
Tossed us aside,
To keep your lie running,
To show people you don’t care,
About anybody,
Come toss me out,
At only eleven,
Because when you met me,
Was only seven,
So I'm trying to wave,
But you have never decided to wave back.
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Riley Smith Poem
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.
Copyright © riley smith | Year Posted 2025
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