New to a place
Where people sans a face
Coming from everywhere
Can collaborate and share
Pieces of art
That come from the heart
Be it amateur and poor
Or a piece of lost lore
Simple and plain
Or sporadic and barely sane
Every poem is respected
Nothing should be rejected
Because it all means something to the one who wrote it
And it takes a lot of guts from the poet
To throw it out for anyone to see
And if they like it there's no certainty
So certainly this is scary
But hey life is is too nothing is merry
So I'm going to just let it out
Until there's nothing left to talk about
So without further ado
I'm going to show it to you
For me this is something new
And I'm not sure if this is what I will continue to do
But hey you got to be bold
Or you just sit in your static world
Everything has to change, eventually. But I didn't expect to ever stand on the edge of the world with you of all people and have to realize things are changing far too rapidly for any of us to handle.
You're holding my hand, and making promises you probably can't keep. Its breaking my heart as you scream "Grace, you're the only one for me" when I know you've said it time and again before and they never were the one for you, were they?
Its ok, I thought your best friend was the one. That was until he wasn't. So maybe in this moment, you aren't lying, for this second, maybe I am your one. But who knows if that'll stay, if that will remain, for rarely anything remains the same.
Maybe I've made a mistake forging my heart in the shape of your name, and maybe one day it'll morph itself into another, but for now making memories with you is all the new I want.
And then there's you. We fight, we cry, we love. But I don't know if we're right anymore, and part of me can dream of a world without you. That kills me, because you were my everything. I spent every day with you and I hate myself for thinking of how it might be easier to be apart.
The hollow hallways of my heart once were filled with you, but now I don't know if you belong in every avenue anymore. Maybe your just a conditional love now, something that hurts even to admit. You were once a world I could orbit around, but now as my own planet I can see myself out of your solar system.
And finally, you. The one I cannot fathom losing.
I don't even want to talk about the thought of losing you.
God how I hate everything new.
There's one question
In particular I despise:
Because I am pressured
To explain how different
My life has become.
I rather not
Admit its bin has
You will scowl when I say,
"For me, every day is a slight
Variation of what has preceded.
There's nothing new to mention."
A conversation repellent for sure.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
hiding in the shadows was always a way of life for me.
but I grew tiresome and bored of that lifestyle.
I've gone on my own path, whether its a path of destruction, or success.
it is my path of my own making.
I am a ticking time bomb close to exploding.
I will be broken down to less than nothing ,
and when I do I want to do it in solitude.
don't try to come to my rescue because this is not something you can fix by hiding it.
I am no longer going to allow lies, and secrets control my life.
I am not a fragile lap dog.
I am a cold, heartless, heartbreaker who deserves solitude while I die and resurrect myself.
my life at the moment is already full with things that you cannot protect me from.
I am spiraling down a steep mountain losing all control
and frankly my dear, I love it.
so save yourself the time and tell your loved ones im dead.
because indeed my soul is, im just a walking corpse.
and if anyone tries to interfere with my life well...
I cant be blamed for collateral damage.
we all do.
I'm leaving today
But I'm not leaving for good
Space is the only thing I have to give
To show my love for you
I would paint the trees purple
I would teach the birds to sing your name
I would make the rivers flow backwards
And make mountains curl and wave
I would set fire under ocean waters
And bring the fiercest animals to a calm still
Make lies of the things you once thought we true
Just to show you a new world
But my artistic devices have become depleted
And I'm left naked and ashamed
So I'll leave for this quest
For me to reclaim my own name