EARTH ANGEL

Earth Angel, they say 'the good die young',

Their story's been written, their song has been sung,

The word never spoken chose you as it's prey,

But you didn't let it take all your sunshine away,

It couldn't invade your spirit and couldn't erase your laughter,

It couldn't shut out memories that will live on forever after,

And although it may have tried, it couldn't cripple love,

As we feel the love you send to us as you watch us from above,

The good die young, and it shouldn't be that way,

Rest in peace, Earth Angel, you'll be in our thoughts every day,

And although we cannot see you, and our worlds seem miles apart,

You'll live forever in our memories, and forever in our hearts.

HOW IGNORANT WE ARE

How Ignorant We Are.
I managed to turn one of my poems into a song. Recording coming soon.

We live in a world that needs to change,
We don't see how ignorant we are,
Instead of each other, we hold knives in our hands,
And instead of making memories we leave scars.
Where our money goes on weapons,
Instead of saving the lives of poor,
Where violence is an answer,
And we solve things with war.

I pray we'd open our eyes,
And I wish we'd open our minds,
And once we've opened our hearts,
We'll open our arms,
And maybe see how ignorant we are.

We live in world that's rather strange,
Where some children may never grow old,
People are starving, homeless, need our aid,
But we're too greedy for gold,
Where far more lives are lost,
More than saved,
Killers are made famous,
And heroes unnamed.

I pray we'd open our eyes,
And I wish we'd open our minds,
And once we've opened our hearts,
We'll open our arms,
And maybe see how ignorant we are.

We need to open up to understand,
That the world can change if we unite and stand hand it hand.

I pray we'd open our eyes,
And I wish we'd open our minds,
And once we've opened our hearts,
We'll open our arms,
And maybe see how ignorant we are.

© 2015 Grace Smith

WE DON'T SEE HOW IGNORANT WE AE

We Don't See How Ignorant We Are.

We live in a world that we need to change,

And we don't see how ignorant we are,

Instead of each other, we hold knives in our hands,

And instead of making memories, we leave scars.

Where social media prevents us from talking face to face,

And where, even now, we discriminate because of religion and race.

Where there are still battles for those with alternative sexual orientations,

And genders still aren't equal in every nation.

Where instead of growing food, we genetically modify it,

In hope that, although it's toxic, if it looks good someone will buy it.

Where violence is an answer, and we solve things with war,

Where money goes on weapons, instead of saving lives of the poor.

Where there's starving children all around with no chance of growing old,

Whilst at the other end of the globe, people are greedy for gold.

The worlds focus is given to update technology, instead of finding out the answer,

Of how to cure the billions of patients, suffering with cancer.

Where the air is polluted from the traffic flooding every town,

Animals are going extinct, and the forests are cut down.

Instead of looking after our gift of nature, we greet it with a gun,

We kill for fur and meat, and shoot the others just for fun.

Where takeaways are eaten everyday, instead of a one- off treat,

Shortening the lives of many who are soon to be obese.

Where the economy has collapsed and education a waste of time,

Where people are more fearful of police, than they are fearful of crime.

Where more prisons are built, instead of building more schools,

Where teens don't care about the way they act, as long as they look 'cool'.

Love and marriage is thrown around, and loveless families created,

Domestic and child abuse stays behind curtains and is rarely investigated.

Where the government treat us like sheep, herd us up and feed us trash,

Then slaughter us with their laws and sell our meat for cash.

Lives are lost more than saved,

Murderers made famous, heroes unnamed.

An important thing we need to learn,

Is that good deeds shouldn't be done to get something in return.

Instead of each other, we hold knives in our hands,

And instead of making memories, we leave scars,

We live in a world that we need to change,

And we don't see how ignorant we are.

© 2015 Grace Smith

BUTTERFLIES.

Butterflies.

The day we met, you gave me butterflies that would never fly away,

That would dance around and flutter even more each passing day.

That would perch upon my heart as if it were a flower,

And make it skip a beat with their eternal loving power.

They would settle on my lips, and with their ravishing colours, paint a smile,

That would stretch from ear to ear and could be seen by all for miles.

When you were there, they'd land upon my knees and make them weak.

They'd take my breath away and give me no more words to speak.

At night, I'd feel their butterfly kisses flicker on my cheek,

Their enchanted spell that makes me dream of you whenever I'm asleep.

With excitement of seeing you, they'd extend their exquisite wings,

And tickle me with eagerness of what the day will bring.

When we kiss, the visions of beauty would swarm around us in the sky,

Creating firework displays with their delicate designs,

And with their fragile feet, they'd put a twinkle in our eyes,

That didn't exist before the day you gave me butterflies.

The day we met, you gave me butterflies that would never fly away,

That would grow and perch upon me after every word you say,

And those gentle creatures that dance around and flutter where they may,

Will remain with me, like I with you, until my dying day.

 © 2015 Grace Smith

I HOPE ONE DAY WE'LL MEET AGAIN.

I HOPE ONE DAY WE'LL MEET AGAIN.

To the woman who gave up on me,
I think about you,
And although I barely know you, inside myself I hear your whispered words,
Try to dream of the caring voice I've never heard.
But the memories are as fragile as a snowflake
And only redefine the losses etched upon my face.
With all the nightmares I create that walk the night alone,
You'd think my heart had turned to stone.

Now, don't let me mislead you,
I am not a child now.
Yet I can still retrieve the last instant our eyes met,
How could I forget?
I still recall the thoughts and feelings that danced through my head,
Cling on to the final words you said,
The tears that were shed.

Suitcased from the kind arms that bound the wounds I didn't see,
Protected me, hoped for me, loved me.
Who painted on a smile to disguise my pain,
Who let me share their home, their family, their name,
Who gave me a future and did all they could,
Who were bound by the heart and not by blood.

I could only return their love with hatred and aggression,
Which later turned towards myself with self- loathing and depression.
When I was young, I cried, even though there was no shoulder,
But now I'm much older,
My emotions have grown colder.

Sometimes I spend hours gazing into the mirror,
I look at my reflection.
And I wonder what I got from you;
My lips, my eyes, my complexion?
Did you have the same suffering in your eyes that had to hide so much?
Was the pain engraved into your skin so deep it hurt to touch?

Even though my curiosity about you constantly descends,
And yet; although we cannot see beyond times bends,
I hope one day we'll meet again.

 © 2015 Grace Smith

DRUGS OVER ME.

DRUGS OVER ME.

Spoken word written for Mental Health Presentation.

What triggers you to put that needle in your vein?

Does it really put a stop to all the pain that I could help you with if you just allowed me to?

I suppose I could never understand how you are feeling right now.

Feeling really high, yet so low.

I guess I'll never know.

You say it dulls the hurt, and softens the ache,

Makes you feel better knowing you have your pills to escape,

Whilst I'm left to drown in the sea of your sorrow

Wondering if you'll even be here tomorrow.

That ferocious needle, that murderous pill,

The substances that ruin and seek to kill,

You float on your cloud of misery

Above your world of drugs and liquour,

And everyday, rapidly,

I watch you getting sicker.

I just wish that there was a way that you could look at me and see

How much it hurts to know you chose drugs over me.

© 2015 Grace Smith

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

They say; don't judge a book by its cover,

Because it has a story that you'll never know.

Every single person on this planet has a story

And has gone through pain that's either made them fall or grow.

When you walk past a person in the street,

You may look and think they live a life that's ideal,

With a deceiving smile that makes you think they're okay,

When maybe they're just good at hiding how they truly feel.

But until you've walked a mile in someone else's shoes,

Lived their sorrows, their doubts, their fears,

Fought their battles, lost their wars,

Felt their pain, cried their tears. 

Don't judge them.

They may be sorrows behind that smile,

They may have had times that left their hearts with scars,

They may have fought a tough battle not long ago,

And there may be a reason they are the way they are.

Be kind; for everyone you meet has loved and lost,

Has suffered heartache and pain in their past.

Be loving; you don't know what their future holds,

For all you know, today could be their last.

Every single person on this planet has a story,

So don't judge, let's just learn to accept each other,

Because people have a story that you'll never know,

And you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover.

© 2015 Grace Smith

WAKE UP. Poem to help the homeless.

WAKE UP.

I wake up.
Not by my alarm, but by the thunder of engines and wheels

Of the belonging, blessed busybodies who can only dream of how I feel,

Whilst I disturb from enchanted dreams of a half- decent meal.

I slowly sit up against my stone bedroom wall, barnacled in graffiti,

And watch the prosperous pedestrians that dare to come near me.

I wait until breakfast time, then struggle to my feet

To commence my regular hunt for some scraps on the street.

Unwanted, discarded, like me.

Food chewed by the jaws of the wealthier,

The happier humans, the homed, and the healthier.

When I'm content with my collection I return to my couch of cloth and cardboard,

To witness the small- minded city intentionally ignore.

After a few hours go by, I'm ushered by police to find some other place to stay.

The city, it sniggers and scowls, and I listen to them say:

'They just beg for our money to buy beer and smoke weed'

But they just listen to lies in the papers they read,

They're not giving each individual the chance that they need.

'It's their own fault they've ended up on the street'

As a matter of fact, we're desperate for something to eat.

Don't believe in such stories, because not all of the homeless aim to get stoned.

We're just searching for a place of our own,

A paradise of protection that we can call home.

Why is this such a brainwashed generation that is taught to turn blind

Instead of reaching for those who belong nowhere but their own mind?

And why when we walk past those desperate faces over town

Do we just pretend not to see and don't even look down?

After another unsatisfying day arrives the icy, winters night,

With only head lights and lamp posts giving me light,

And a concrete mattress with a paper pillow for me to sleep tight.

That night, I dream of the day that we stand up and fight,

For those who live richly to start living their lives right.

To all you happy, healthy humans, you're living your lives wrong.

To all you pedestrians with purpose and busy bodies that belong.

To the selfish society and self- serving race,

With rosy- cheeks and smiles painted upon your face. Wake up.

You are a generation brainwashed by a society with closed minds,

You act intentionally ignorant and selfishly blind,

Please, don't judge and try to guess someone's story,

You don't know the terrors of the past.

You can make a difference to so many lives,

But you must act now, and you must act fast.

Don't dismiss the helpless, the homeless, that reach out to you,

Help them out, say hello, give them a smile,

You'll feel better if you do.

© 2015 Grace Smith