Owen Smith

Owen Smith Poems

Of all the things there are to see
From a crimson sunset
To the autumn trees
I've never seen more beauty yet
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As I walk through a land of ice and snow
My eyes burning red, defying the cold
A swelling hatred, my eyes aglow
I march briskly, a sight to behold
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In the begining it was great
Our love was strong, it could never die
In the end, it was fate
Our love was gone, it was just a lie
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I gave you my heart, in death my soul
Once incomplete, but now it is whole
Like a desert flower, my heart had withered
In your shower of love, my heart was delivered
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Love is an armor stronger than steel
A venom more lethal than time
A cadence more fluid than rhyme
A mortal wound that cannot heal
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I just want to go home
Where ever that may be
I don't think I've ever felt at home
Whatever that feels like
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Hate and corruption they are my creed
To create a harvest out of this seed
A harvest of souls is what I need
Because i do enjoy watching you bleed
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Why do things seem so perfect when you try to escape from reality?
Never does the imagination depict the correct outcome.
forever tangled in your own shortcomings you weep from disappointment
As your fragile world crumbles around you, life drains from your soul
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Some things in this life we so cherish
Are nothing but illusions of what we perceive.
Love, happiness, and truth are but fickle apparitions.
Sometimes it is for the best because our ignorance is what makes life worth living.
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What reflection do I see in the mirror?
The change couldn't be any clearer
My soul died on the day
The day I blew you away
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The judgemental ones, who should judge themselves.
Are more distrought than those they judge.
Their soul implodes with misery.
Just as their words inflict the same.
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Mind trapped within itself.
Isolated from all sense of reality.
I ponder the question by myself.
Of life and its duality.
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When I think about the life I'm living
I wonder if it's even a life at all
After all the things I've given
And the times I've taken the fall.
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Owen Smith Biography

All the ebb and flow that is the worlds essence. With the most minimal amounts of cruelty, guilt, shame, and despair as I can live with. At times insightful and others oblivious. Not stable or defined by limits.)

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True Beauty

Of all the things there are to see
From a crimson sunset
To the autumn trees
I've never seen more beauty yet
Than the sparkle of your eyes
As blue as the sky
Than the smile on your face
Every time we embrace
Your the only thing worth living for
In a cold dungeon the only door
That opened to greet my heart
Never to be broken apart
Your love has set me free
And that is true beauty

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