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Thanks for taking an interest in me and my work. I take poetry seriously... but I do know how to have fun with i as well. Writing is the greatest of my many passions. I use it to gather my thoughts, to take them out and put them on paper so they don't seem so close to my mind.

I would prefer to see myself as an amateur philosopher rather than just a poet. I question everything, trying to see it from every angle instead of the most obvious. Some of my pieces are more complex than others, they tend to deal with human nature. Many of my poems are very easy to understand, but I would like to think that they are still profound and unique :)

"I Speak Fluent Poetry"

I speak fluent poetry
with words born in the soul,
And birthed through lips
not polished
nor laced by self control.

My words aren’t meant for writers
to judge them with there own
but they speak soft
to spirits
in passion’s lifting tone.

So feel my spirit drifting near
in verses bathed with cries.
Meant for inspiration
to weary souls
with weary eyes.

Take my words for what they are
And not what they could be.
I give each line it’s power
from the strength
that dwells in me.

I’ll always find my comfort
in a pencils scratchy stroke
And never will regret tear back
a single verse
I wrote.

Carrie L Smith

I am not big on AP Family, having one family is stressful enough as it is :D But.... I do have the most awesome AP sister a girl could want, and her name is...

Elisabeth Strange- http://allpoetry.com/Elisabeth%20Strange

She is an amazing writer, friend and rambler. I could not ask for a better sister than she, and I am so glad that I have found a friend as unique and hilarious as you to brighten my day. Thanks sis for letting me act like a five year old without scolding me. I love our conversations together, and my eyes will never be the same (inside joke) :D She is my one and only AP family member and will probably always be. Love ya girl.

I am also a mother two three adorable children. They are my two nieces and my one nephew. Omri (7) Lydia (5) and Sonjia (4) live with me and I am lucky enough to be the mother they never had. I love them all dearly and I am thankful every day for what I learn from them. Motherhood is the most challenging task of all, I am learning more and more each day.

                          
                            Omri                                                               Lydia

                                                                Sonjia
 

 This piece was written for me by a woman who has understood me like no other. I see my life, my dreams and my very character in her words. She is such a gifted writer. Thank you Gerogie.

"Book Ends- For Carrie"

Once was, a moment, and in that moment…you,

an eternity shared between us,

- our book filled legends.

Up in the dark,

we crawled into our hearts,

waiting to find them.

We found light,

and the light was full of myth and promise.

But now that we are grown

Our choice is less,

we claim the footsteps we've been shown,

reclaim shadows we've made our home…

wrap sad songs at feet that spread indifference.

While we scream silent….more.

We wear our worn out stories sore.

Are we addicted to the pain,

that burns through our infinity

that makes us die in slow dose again?

Our chapters exit doors unlocked,

enters the sky so painful blue,

where the air grows thin,

where the day greenlit,

begins to bore into us a dread,

the intuitive note that plays us…our life,

a sound that purifies the end of our subjective mourning,

as dialogue with self,

and narrative of misunderstood warning.

We scatter thoughts to wind,

Plant seeds where they fall and build.

They grow as tears,

rooted in drawn out footsteps of every place we walk,

surpass themselves in recollection,

revolve round hardcore introspection,

where we've no map to lead from oncoming harm.

In Narnia, night creatures bold,

out in the cold,

We trail their journey again…

its a passage read,

but we've lost the plot and can't recite the missing pages,

can't find words to fit this world we're stranded in.

Now that we're grown…

the pages turn,

life burns dreams we dare ignite.

We trace the distance covered,

from where beginnings are held with baited breath,

to where we cling to end with breathy sigh,

discovering each moment,

is a moment to be lived once more…

and like a child,

we grow small

and fade to fit our shrinking centre

It is neither heaven, nor earth or hell for us,

…it just is.

Happily ever after comes at 'the end'.

The world turns us in its perpetual motion.

But we are still believable and here.

©  Georgina Banfield  01/09/07