Monday, 21 July 2014

I'm Okay (Poem)

I'm Okay

Everyday maybe living
Maybe striving 
-"I'm Okay"

Anyway, you maybe willing 
Or simply kneeling just to pray 
So everyday I'd be guided 
And would say "I'm Okay"

I walk around with a straight back
Without hanging down my neck 
I always keep track 
Of stuff I'm about to add to my stack 

I'm no wack  
I don't do any crack 
I play my game clean 
I do at times sin, 
But only to get rid of the pressure 
Packed within 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Mistake (Poem)


...but I couldn't escape from you,
Couldn't free my mind, true

I was staring at a starry night 
Was thinking I'm alright
When suddenly 
I couldn't see no light
And the shade of the moon turned grimmer 
Than the death of our beloved redeemer  

I stood up and started running 
Feeling the wind
And the rustle of leaves 

But I couldn't escape from you, 
Couldn't free my mind too 

I was learning to give it up 
Submit myself 
To my fists
To the point I know
I wouldn't let you go...

But now I know
It doesn't worth the show. 

© Adam Smith | All Rights Reserved | 2014

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Whisky? Nevermore! (Poem)

Whisky? Nevermore! 

At times 
When I'm weary,
People find me rather scary,
And therefor I buy and eat 
Frozen ice cream with a cherry. 

Then I fall a sleep
And my consciousness travels deep,
Where there no one I could creep. 

When awaken and at work 
I drink water from bottle or a flask 
When back at home again,
I sip whisky til it's dusk. 

Then suddenly I smell a scent 
It's perfume! 
Perhaps a musk?   
I watch her walking naked 
While eating ginger with a rusk...

Suddenly awaken, I find no one
But a portrait of Bernard Shaw and a bust 
Of Edgar Allan Poe 
Staring at a whisky which is no where near, 

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Friday, 18 July 2014

Palo Alto Experience (Short Story)

So I met this guy at the pub, his name was Jeff.

We've spotted the same girl, who was alone and we thought the same thing.

We've approached her and I started bragging how good I'm with computers and that I own a blog that brings me $2K a month.

Then Jeff said “I have a 20% share in Tinder.” And smiled.

“Well,” - I proceeded, “you probably even now don't know the basics of HTML or Java or CSS”

“In fact I'm taking part in Jython project.”

I knew nothing about Jython project, but I logically presumed it was mixture of Python and Java or Python and Java Script. I slowly started turning red...

The girl was of high admiration of him, even if she did not understand the meaning of the last bragging.

“But you probably have no idea how to fence?

I'm on the other side running a medieval sword fighting club and...”

“...and make all the swords from the red oak?”

“How d...?”

“I read your blog post. I'm actually collecting swords myself and I found your replicas of little worth... if not worse.” and he grinned at her, she smiled with her captivating smile back to him.

I was losing bad this time... But I had something more to say...

“Congratulations! I think you beat me in my own game. But I have one last thing to say you never will be good as me in this very last thing. Ever!” - and I stood there,

looking him at the face and smiling with an impish smile.

The last move I thought of was genius. 

And finally he broke. With his serious face, he was sincerely intrigued, he asked: “What is it?”

I said: “Hating YOU, Jeff!”

I gave the girl a final glance and walked away...

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Here, Now (Poem)

I've seen war, I've seen pain
I feel hatred  taking over me, once again
No champion here 
In this game...

I feel war 
I feel pain 
Nothing left here, 
For me to gain 

I hear *boom*
And I sit here in my room 
Pray that it won't  turn to my tomb

I've seen bombs 
I've seen men 
Citing their psalms, and a friend 
Who couldn't understand
Why he has to be part of this pain... 

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Thursday, 17 July 2014

Joke (Poem)

Blip blip
I'm in need
Sob sob 
I can't stop
Drop drop
I can't flop
Pop prob
Is bad joke,
That may 'cause a heart stroke... :-D

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Annette's Diary (Poem)


  "...he can't even hear me
                   can't even see me 
                       I try to forget him 
                          with a certain regret 

        he claims to carry
            the treasure of scary 
                  I don't understand 
                      his excuses 
               make my whole weary.
              I wish we just could 
                  Love and be good 
                         however, however 
                            he is not in that mood..."

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Restart your day (Poem/Song Lyrics)

Restart your day
Restart your day
In any given or unforgiven way
You know you'll end up better 
Than any other with his or her delay
I'm telling you the truth is in youth
You know it's so
You know it's so
Not juts cause I said so... 

Take a pill, 
Have a dream 
Exit that overall scene
It's not a sin to restart 
And be better at your art 

Have a gum 
Have some fun
Just refresh, on the run

You can't win
If you don't try
So before 
Before, you do lie
Try and make it a tie 
With real word and it's scene...

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Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Fool (Poem)

No longer your fool
No longer your fool
I'll work with myself to keep it all cool

No longer your fool
No longer your fool
I'll walk myself to deliberate school

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Tuesday, 15 July 2014

South African Girl (Poem)

I cared about you
But now I don't
I thought you were funny
But I was wrong

It appears you're not that strong
You broke from pressure that wasn't long
But I forgive
You may go on live
I really do,
Do forgive...

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Monday, 14 July 2014

Grey Mind (Poem)

I'm just forming
And informing
My own mind.

I'm just walking
And ignoring
All of human kind...

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Sunday, 13 July 2014

Insanity Game (Poem)

Playing the game of being insane
Beware playing this game
You may find no end
And it's quite hard to pretend
There is an end to this game

You say I'm sane
I'm just playing

People start to believe
Friends start to leave
"I'm simply playing" - you saying
"I'm completely sane"
Than you see
You are alone
And no one wants to be
By your foolish fake me
You start to forget
It's a game you played
You start to regret you've lost
Your last friend
You find zero relief
You live in complete disbelief
You're feeling all mocked
It's the end of your world...

Wake up
Stop going blind
Open your heart
Open your mind
Find the truth in self truce
Now, what are you saying?

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Northern Lights (Poem)

Won't change
Won't change
Still gonna hit you,
Regardless the range

Won't change
Won't change
Even though
It may seem a bit bit strange
I won't ever change...

The fights
The rights
The almighty knights
I think I won't change
'cause I got myself
Into a state of northern lights
I'm out to get to the flights
I'm out to sow seeds of delights
Regardless their plights

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Saturday, 12 July 2014

Student's Soul (Poem)

Willow is crying,
My soul,
Is nothing but dying
I wish I'd have a reason to live

I wish I'd have a reason to breathe
I wish there was more
But I'm nothing,
Yet another sophomore

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Walking Away (Poem)

Walking Away

They f**king hate you
You hate them back
They wish you'd break your neck
You walk away without ever-ever looking back

Keeping in peace what's left of your piece
Making it through
Even though no one gives pure damn 'bout you

It's obviously true
I'd never talk to
Those who stare at your eyes
And think darkness without glancing twice

There are not so many people
Not many people, who are actually nice
There are even fewer who're actually wise
It makes it harder for youngsters to feel warm,
Around all that ice...

They simply hate you
You hate them back
Time to walk
To walk without turning back

Adult life is not a sugar pie
It's either you win or you die.

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Thursday, 10 July 2014

Slouch (Poem)


You need a tattoo
Maybe a good posture too
I'd love to be with you
However I'm not your guy
Simply cause you are too shy

Blonde hair is not a enough,
Yes, life at times maybe rough
But you shouldn't bend
You also should be tough
After all, we men 
Who rule all that land
We should be proud 
Slouch is not allowed...

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Tuesday, 8 July 2014

One step at a time (Song Lyrics)

You can lose your faith 
You can lose your rhyme
One step at a time
One step at a time

You can lose your faith 
You can lose your rhyme
One step at a time
One step at a time

I can justly hold
What has been told
I can never be 
Way to solid or gold

One step at a time
One step at a time

I can take control 
I can even be FOL*
But you shouldn't behold
What yet has to unfold

One step at a time
One step at a time
One step at a time

*Faithful, Optimistic, Logical 

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Monday, 7 July 2014

Sight (Poem / Song Lyrics)


Get out of sight
It is alright
Might be tonight
Might be tonight
You'll feel delight
You'll see the light

Get out of sight
Get out of sight
It is alright
It is alright
It is the night
It is alright

I'm dreaming
It's seeming
I can be like 
I can be like 
I seem to be 
By day
As well by night

Get out of sight...

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Wednesday, 2 July 2014

March of the Wildlings (Poem)

March of the Wildlings

We pretend 
We have land
Doesn't matter it is snow
And not soil or a sand

We are no longer friends
With the king and his landing
We prefer no to sleep 
Cause it's shallow and 
We have our thoughts,
Swords and fire
That are deep.

We can't stand
The Crows or the Knights
We are those of the North
And the wall will collapse
When we'll walk to the end 
Of our land

And Jon Snow
Is indeed a bastard breed
But he is son of a Stark
And the wall has no need
To withhold him from love 
Or an Honor which is what is his creed

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Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Wine (Poem)


All I need is a bottle of wine
I'm yours 
And you are mine 
Until the end of my days... 

And that is truly, truly fine

Cause what will remain 
Are those bloody old stains 
That are aligned upon those processed 
Cotton wool grains

I'm fine
I'm fine
For as long as I'm yours
And you are mine

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