Thicke Poetry http://poetry.thicke.org Through high school and my early adult life, I tried to put my feelings into words. Here\'s some of those words. Hopefully the scarcity of these poems will inspire me to write something new. Sat, 13 Dec 2008 03:21:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 en hourly 1 2007 Marc Smith poetry@thicke.org () poetry@thicke.org() 1440 poetry Just some words that came to my mind Through high school and my early adult life, I tried to put my feelings into words. Here's some of those words. Hopefully the scarcity of these poems will inspire me to write something new. Marc Smith No no http://poetry.thicke.org/t_p_144.jpg Thicke Poetry http://poetry.thicke.org 144 144 2007 Marc SmithpoetryArts/Literaturepoetry@thicke.orgMarc Smith Merry Christmas! http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/206322232/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/12/25/merry-christmas/#comments Wed, 26 Dec 2007 02:32:11 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/12/25/merry-christmas/ Merry Christmas everyone!

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/12/25/merry-christmas/feed/ 0:16 Merry Christmas everyone! Merry Christmas everyone! podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/12/25/merry-christmas/ TPP #5 - Untitled http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/148283875/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/25/tpp-5-untitled/#comments Sun, 26 Aug 2007 03:37:02 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/25/tpp-5-untitled/ These wretched arms embrace the day

This taking

This giving

Leaves me sore

It shocks me the way you take so much more

My guilt is heavy

My guilt is heavy

It pulls my face down onto the floor

The simple reason that I long for your soul

Are also the ways I feel like a fool

It’s so sacred

and Righteous

And your tightness

Makes you appear too cruel

The last time I saw your face

You trusted me

Even less

It burns

So deep

October harvest we never reaped

And it’s over

Forever over

Your image runs like an hourglass

And it’s over

It was over fast

I wish I could forget your kaleidoscope lies

And I wish I could stop sucking in my pride

The loss of face that I have suffered

Makes my world crumble

My world is crumbling

My world is crumbling

And now I long for the strength to recover

And moreover

There’s dissension among the cells of my brain

Making me wonder if I am quite sane

retain

insane

I had an episode today

That reminded me of something in the way

You move

and that proves

That I must escape from you

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/25/tpp-5-untitled/feed/ 4:45 These wretched arms embrace the day This taking This giving Leaves me sore It shocks me the way you take so much more My guilt is heavy My guilt is heavy It ... These wretched arms embrace the day This taking This giving Leaves me sore It shocks me the way you take so much more My guilt is heavy My guilt is heavy It pulls my face down onto the floor The simple reason that I long for your soul Are also the ways I feel like a fool Itrsquo;s so sacred and Righteous And your tightness Makes you appear too cruel The last time I saw your face You trusted me Even less It burns So deep October harvest we never reaped And itrsquo;s over Forever over Your image runs like an hourglass And itrsquo;s over It was over fast I wish I could forget your kaleidoscope lies And I wish I could stop sucking in my pride The loss of face that I have suffered Makes my world crumble My world is crumbling My world is crumbling And now I long for the strength to recover And moreover Therersquo;s dissension among the cells of my brain Making me wonder if I am quite sane retain insane I had an episode today That reminded me of something in the way You move and that proves That I must escape from you podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/25/tpp-5-untitled/ TPP #4 - Once I was a sane man http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/145665273/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/18/tpp-4-once-i-was-a-sane-man/#comments Sat, 18 Aug 2007 22:04:09 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/18/tpp-4-once-i-was-a-sane-man/ Once I was a sane man

Before I saw the beast

Once I was a sane man

Until I ate the feast

Once I was a sane man

Until the coming of the bug

Once I was a sane man

But next week there came slugs

Once I was a sane man

Til I met the thing

Once I was a sane man

Til It started to sing

Once I was a sane man

But now the sky pours red

Once I was a sane man

But now I’ve lost my head

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/18/tpp-4-once-i-was-a-sane-man/feed/ 4:00 Once I was a sane man Before I saw the beast Once I was a sane man Until I ate the feast Once I was a sane man Until the ... Once I was a sane man Before I saw the beast Once I was a sane man Until I ate the feast Once I was a sane man Until the coming of the bug Once I was a sane man But next week there came slugs Once I was a sane man Til I met the thing Once I was a sane man Til It started to sing Once I was a sane man But now the sky pours red Once I was a sane man But now Irsquo;ve lost my head podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/18/tpp-4-once-i-was-a-sane-man/ TPP # 3 - Wrong Holiday http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/143900624/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/13/tpp-3-wrong-holiday/#comments Tue, 14 Aug 2007 05:03:14 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/13/tpp-3-wrong-holiday/ I See Banana bits in my milkshake

Flushing through my sore throat worsening my headache

Down to my stomach, shiver up my back

Since I’m thinking of you, my words must lack

Most anyone else would say, “No big deal”

Why is it that I have to be bad to feel

The way I do when I think of you

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/13/tpp-3-wrong-holiday/feed/ 3:11 I See Banana bits in my milkshake Flushing through my sore throat worsening my headache Down to my stomach, shiver up my back Since Irsquo;m thinking of you, ... I See Banana bits in my milkshake Flushing through my sore throat worsening my headache Down to my stomach, shiver up my back Since Irsquo;m thinking of you, my words must lack Most anyone else would say, ldquo;No big dealrdquo; Why is it that I have to be bad to feel The way I do when I think of you podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/08/13/tpp-3-wrong-holiday/ Episode #2 - Strive http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/138668232/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/29/episode-2-strive/#comments Mon, 30 Jul 2007 02:24:05 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/29/episode-2-strive/ Repeating inputs inspire in vain

words mesh together in tired refrain

Blue sounds repeat with high decibels

return from a lifesong as a force of will
Take that last steptoward the light

move forever

upwards

reaching

extreme heights

murdered heart beats in excited pain

overpowered by love lost to disdain

dreams reel on from beginning to end

as time starts to warp and reality bends

all emotions are reversed to the hilt

and foundations of hatred begin to be built
Take that last steptoward the light

move forever

upwards

reaching

extreme heights

An ugly duckling is waiting to blossom

but first the swan must fall some

while breaking away from the beasts of dispair

the dream child must repent for actions unfair
Take that last steptoward the light

move forever

upwards

reaching

extreme heights

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/29/episode-2-strive/feed/ 00:01:01 Repeating inputs inspire in vain words mesh together in tired refrain Blue sounds repeat with high decibels return from a lifesong as a force of will Take that last ... Repeating inputs inspire in vain words mesh together in tired refrain Blue sounds repeat with high decibels return from a lifesong as a force of will Take that last steptoward the light move forever upwards reaching extreme heights murdered heart beats in excited pain overpowered by love lost to disdain dreams reel on from beginning to end as time starts to warp and reality bends all emotions are reversed to the hilt and foundations of hatred begin to be built Take that last steptoward the light move forever upwards reaching extreme heights An ugly duckling is waiting to blossom but first the swan must fall some while breaking away from the beasts of dispair the dream child must repent for actions unfair Take that last steptoward the light move forever upwards reaching extreme heights podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/29/episode-2-strive/ Episode #1 - Gina Gina Gina http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThickePoetry/~3/136107825/ http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/21/episode-1-gina-gina-gina/#comments Sun, 22 Jul 2007 04:17:05 +0000 poetry@thicke.org (Marc Smith) http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/21/episode-1-gina-gina-gina/ Gina Gina Gina
is the one that’s on my mind
’cause Ginas face and Ginas hands
are things just so divine.
So every day and every night
I’ve thought of Gina many times
til now I think that Gina’s
not the girl I usually find.

]]> http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/21/episode-1-gina-gina-gina/feed/ 2:37 Gina Gina Gina is the one thatrsquo;s on my mind rsquo;cause Ginas face and Ginas hands are things just so divine. So every day and every night Irsquo;ve thought of ... Gina Gina Gina is the one thatrsquo;s on my mind rsquo;cause Ginas face and Ginas hands are things just so divine. So every day and every night Irsquo;ve thought of Gina many times til now I think that Ginarsquo;s not the girl I usually find. podcast poetry@thicke.org no No http://poetry.thicke.org/2007/07/21/episode-1-gina-gina-gina/ Marc SmithnonadultJust some words that came to my mind