

No MoreI try to move onNo More
But you keep pulling me in
I try to stay away
But the pressure caves in
There's something about you
That drives me away
There's something about you
That makes me want to stay
Lets just be friends
Because I must move on
That's it
No more
I'm sorry but it's done
I have another in mind
And I am going to her, ok We
Are
Through We
Are no more, I say
-Smits


Looking For TroublePeople never notice anythingLooking For Trouble
When everything you say is wrong Walking over the fine black line
Was something I should have never done
They trampled all over me
With their crude, black tongues
I never said one thing towards them
But they said a ton
How did one step
Make things feel so sad
How does one word
Make me seem so bad Why does it have to be this way
I wish I knew
I was I could say
But their walls are thick
And their shields are strong
They have plenty of brick
But none to spare
They are


One of a KindI have been many places,One of a Kind
And I have seen many things;
I have come across many faces,
But not one of your beauty.
Nothing can stand in your place,
And no one can fill your shoes;
You are truly one of a kind,
And this is no news.
For I have always known, From the start;
That you were very special,
And this is true, I cross my heart.
Again, I have been many places,
But no place is better;
No view more spectacular,
Than beside you.
-Smits


Mentally Checked OutI'm done with this placeMentally Checked Out
I'm mentally checked out
I have to keep it together
I have to go with the pace
I can't lose it right now
Just need to make it through
Need to stay on the line
I just hope I know how
I'm not going to worry
I'm not going to fret
I'm just going to do my best
Without breaking a sweat
If I do get off line
Or if I get off pace
I'll keep this poem in mind
Just in case
-Smits


Orion"Don't touch me..."Orion
He expelled the warmest air from his mouth. He looked straight ahead, and he could see further than any other man in that crowded hallway... Every locker slam. Every laugh. Every last damn squeak of every last damn shoe on the linoleum floor; Each sound, each tone resonated inside his head; his head now made a church bell.
This was a church bell, however, that drove him neither towards a congregation, nor a religious service of any kind. A ringing that only fueled the fire, so to speak, driving him down
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