My voice is the voice of the invisible,
My voice is the voice of the deviant,
My voice is the voice of the youth
Whose liver needs to be pumped.
My voice is the voice of the embittered. My voice is the voice
Of the insignificant-- the unwanted.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Thrown back, like unclean
Not even as a second look,
Features great the cold ground,
Feeling more in this moment
Of contact, than in life
Feelings upon show, not opening
That emotion that shows,
I have hands out, as if trying to cup
Of others, not wanting to go back,
"I will not look back"
They shut that door, and ended it.
A new harder chapter in my
Walk of life, But the ground is
But it is upon this I now rest a
Protection of self,
For predators of the night greet darkness
I hope that a new day awakens my eyes,
For I am among many,
Vacant emotion upon many faces
As if the world has won over them,
I just wish to open my eyes and greet a new day
I am among many unwanted but still wish life.
I am like hidden verses of unwanted poetry
like blots and blotches and ink stains
and out of focus photos
nobody really takes a closer look if the first glance doesn't grab you
I don't have slick packaging
at best it bears the "used but adequate" label
there are tricks that I just find too much trouble
like photographing food with varnish and toothpicks holding pearl onions up perkily
my verses may be uninteresting to some
like a cardboard box or a plain white sheet
but there is a castle
or a rocket ship ready to burst out in the right hands
that cardboard box can take you
can make you
verses of unwanted poetry
for words are social creatures and move about together
and a plain sheet languorously rolls out offering itself to be
penned scrawled splashed across
smuggled out of the recycling bin and nailed onto a wall
and so becomes
as a work of art
and I am too
a work of art in the making
writing hidden verses of unwanted poetry in a language that I am creating as I go
We have grown too close
to be apart now
But this is life
We have to give in somehow
Until we meet again
I'll keep save our memories
Until we meet again
I'll keep you in mind
© Le Lotus
My bestfriends are moving soon!! Gonna miss them so much :'(
Take down the names of the unwanted
Make sure that I'm on the list
As rain pours down their faces
Remember that we exist
The sound of the marching footsteps
The death of an innocent man
Remembrance of what it once was
The times when it began
I offer myself to you.
Bare and naked.
I rip my heart out for you.
Cold but still beating.
I work my fingers to the bone for you.
Nothing but scraps of what they used to be.
But you can't see what you don't want.
And you don't want what you can't see.
So you throw me away, bare and naked.
You step on my heart, cold - no longer beating.
You push my bloodied hands away from you in disgust.
You don't see how hard I've tried.
You ignore the tears I've cried.
I guess this is all I'll ever be.
I love you anyway mommy.
My hate is the unused love
The love that was not accepted
Everyone saw that quiet, lonely shell
But merely flicked it away
I walked alone
I sat alone
I had this love
This unwanted love
No one to give it to
No way to show it
So I learned how to hate
This love turned sour
Covered in black
Scrape away the darkness,
You'll end up back
The hatred filled me like love once did
And like love,
There was no one to give it to
I was alone
So the hatred simmered
The darkness calmed down
And turned dark blue
It was sadness
The muggy air filled my lungs
Condensation pouring out of my eyes
The love was being chipped away
Was there any love at all?
And here I sit
With a line for a mouth
And tired eyes
I'm still alone
With love i say
I have traveled this path
I have no idea how long this road will last
and I would love to have you beside me
but you are up in the clouds
dancing with angels
You come and visit me some times
No why dont you come with me?
When I say no her smile fills with depression
Don't cry child
Its not your fault they dont let demons go to heaven