Look this way,
See this feeble smile on my face.
Veins heavy with dwindling gaiety
And badgering vexation.

I was self-destruction
Pulled into grace.
Demons are in everyone,
Not just heathens and rebels.

I envisioned paradise, did you figure?

The barrier was bit by your fangs.


(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/24/14)

Beats of a drum
Thumping for...
Who?
You and only you.

"L" met up with "o"
Then "o" met up with "v"
Then "v" met up with "e".
We share them together
As a whole on our journey.

Very vital,
You flow
To bestow me
With oxygen.
If you did not,
I would stop..
Dead in my tracks.

And would be overwhelmed into motionlessness.

I doubt that you will
Allow that to take place.

No one can take your place.
Be here to stay..
I am.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/18/10
Revised 9/24/14)

Here are the signs
Shed from light,
The clarity I seek
Before I decline.

The silence is deafening,
More than any noise.
What arising threat do I pose?

The secrets cherished near the trail of the bohemian woods,
The promises I swore to abide by.
Pleasant dreams and fantasies are welcomed
In the arrival of the morning.

Was this supposed to happen or was this a mistake?
Is this a dogmatic argument or a humane debate?
Do I have a body or do I lack a form and shape?
Yes I do have one, I'm just losing ****** weight,

Yes I was a Christian, I just no longer have ****** faith.
The eccentric nature of the beast is revealed,
Distinguish what's real and fake.

The eccentric nature of the beast is revealed,
Distinguish what's real and fake..
For my sake...

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 11/28/10
Revised 9/24/14)

Amicable, the vibration,
Getting to the Eden.
Elements sanctify the hurt,
Bonded like super glue.
Educates the visualized future,
Symphonic orchestra at the concert.

Adjudicated, the sentiment,
Layering me luscious lucidity.
Evening the odds,
Fit for four hands.
Destiny decided to
Trade compassion and serenity.

Sincere, the revelation

Always and all ways.
Sorry is deeply sorry,
Even when mostly innocent.
Let me contribute to the

Symphonic orchestra at the concert.
Bond like super glue,
Cue my disclosure.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/9/10
Revised 10/2/14)

Women often
Overlook me,
At least the
Alcohol is kind.

I'm grateful.
The imperfect moments
Begin to incubate,
Nothing is wrong.





Originally written 11/30/10
Revised 9/23/14
Revised 1/17/17

His father reminded him of the giddy times,
As if he forgot them.
He does this habitually,
Implying that a lot has changed.
Of course, because today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past.
He wishes it was like before.
He can't recognize his son
As if he's wearing a mask.
Grew through adolescence without him
As he put on his mask.
He can't recognize him,
But he'll continue to remind him
That they are

Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

The true colors faded,
After they were shown.
The underlying tone of it all,
Segregated by a labyrinth of walls.

While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other,
While we were wearing masks
We couldn't recognize each other anymore.

Growing distant,
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

He remembers the connection he had with her,
As if she forgot about it.
He speaks of how spending time with her elated him,
Implying that he misses her.
Of course today isn't yesterday
And the present isn't the past,
But he wishes it was like before,
So he asks if they could return to what they once were,
He asks if they could return to what they once were.

They're growing distant
Without being literally far away,
It seems like it though.
Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow.

Separated like fission,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow.
It seems like it though.
Growing distant,
And the miles grow and grow,
The miles grow and grow,
Growing distant.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/1/10,
Revised 9/23/14)

I did not turn out to
Be who most expected me to,
But before I burn out this I confess to you.

I hold on to what is out of reach,
I sing lyrics that others wouldn't sing.
I dwell on my faults,
I procrastinate importance.

I laugh at stupidity, even at myself.
I rarely grin in pictures,
I'm comfortable in the dark.

I've talked while dreaming.
If I can help anyone with anything
I do my best to.
I can't forget what I don't want to remember.

I write to show you the me you've never been exposed to,
I write, because i know no other way.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 12/8/10
Revised 9/23/14)