Christopher Michael Smith : Writing

2 hands

2 hands

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


{...two hands...}sitting here doused in sweat,tasting the salt as my lips become wet,amidst the heat waves in our winter skies,confused beings unseaso..
{...hello, again...}

{...hello, again...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


Empty pages scream for a little warmthA touch, a feel, an understanding ungreyMany moons since have waxed and wanedTime fasting forward, empty mind, n..
{...the bitter...}

{...the bitter...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


A cloud of grey chokes your aura away,Stern face of the transformed attitude,Loose lips emitting word s**t to those that love you.Pout prevailing triu..
{...horuset...}

{...horuset...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


Hands reaching for the light,Shadows tugging at the toes.Always in between the battles.Always the Libra sharing both sides of the mind flow.Itching fo..
{...divine...}

{...divine...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


I reached into the sky.I pulled down galaxiesone by one.I counted the nebulae,the planets, & the suns.I took a deep breath.I dove into the depths ..
{...cyborg man...}

{...cyborg man...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


Asian orientCyborg manLed me through dimensionsI have yet to understandLong hair whiteWhite sleeve lowAsian cyborg manOffered to showMultiple outcomes..
{...for you my daughter...}

{...for you my daughter...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


An ode to my oldest daughter.
{...the color of cry...}

{...the color of cry...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


I am planted here devouring the contours of the maze I created. With every piece I squeeze the tranquility and become ill-fated. crunch... crack...
{...the fabric...}

{...the fabric...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


"All is well, this too shall pass. In a material world, nothing can last."
{...pawns...}

{...pawns...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith


Constant struggle, For what?Money, phones, gas, and songs?Laboring for the material of the world.I want none of this bologne; it's full of mold.Consta..