What lies in the future?
A statue of a grandson
Unbeknownst to my grandmother
Sound asleep under her covers
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
I am not seen
In the public often,
I avoid sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.
Your stereotypical vampire.
Originally written 2/15/15
Revised 11/30/16
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Never stood
A chance
At romance,
So you will never
See me dance.
I'm just a man
With cold hands, or
Better yet cold feet,
If a woman were
To approach me.
© 2016 Brandon Antonio Smith
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
You are without belongings,
Not belonging.
The long while
Longing,
Burning,
Until you
Disintegrate.
© 2016 Brandon Antonio Smith
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Sleep does not seem to
Be an adequate remedy
For my lethargy.
I long for the deepest slumber;
A coma's freedom.
Rest not only for my eyes,
But for my conscience.
(c) 2016 Brandon Antonio Smith
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
My wish for public
Recognition is idle.
Victorious loser
And lost victor
Should be my
Only titles.
(c) 2015 Brandon smith
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Little has been made
Of the hurtling calendar.
Countless days masturbated
Into oblivion.
I'm supposed to
Have my life together,
Like all my accomplished
Peers who are doing
Well for themselves,
Bachelor degrees and
Promising careers,
Absolutely deserving
Of envious applause
From a coddled child
Who has yet to evolve into
A fully functional adult.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
After taking a phone call,
My nosy ears overheard
An incident involving a
Female coworker flirting
With a male coworker.
Rather, she was joking
Around with him
Out of boredom.
He said he had a wife,
And she asked if he would
Allow her to be his mistress.
The man made a complaint
To a supervisor, and she
Was moderately reprimanded.
The one accused did not
Think he would take
It so seriously.
I cannot help but think
He would not have felt
Offended if he found her
Attractive, no matter how
Supposedly devout he is to his wife.
If anything it would have
Flattered his ego,
And if it was vice versa
I believe the same
Principle would apply.
The paradoxical predictability
Of Human subjectivity.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
I walk a few blocks
Or so to the bus stop,
On my way to work,
Every morning,
Except for Tuesdays
And Wednesdays.
Each time,
A motionless possum
With a ****** mouth
Greets me, as he lays
Comfortably on his hard bed.
Each time,
Becoming more
And more impersonal.
A full coat of fur
Replaced with a
Grey mushy mass.
The undisputed fate
Of all living beings.
My possum friend,
Will not be the only
One who does not
Leave a legacy behind.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Cheers to us I'll say,
Even towards the obvious end.
Fashionably spelled with
Acrylic resin across my skin
As a daily reminder,
As if I would forget
Beauty's creator.
Your power of alchemy
First revealed to me
As a warped hole inside
A 6th grade English
Composition book.
The absence of friendship
Invoked your name.
You've epitomized
Loyalty ever since,
My work testifies to it.
I couldn't be any
More grateful.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC