At night I brace for the morning,
Tell me if my eyes are stars?

A chill rivals my body's warmth,
Though I've been cold before,
I never experienced snow.

When I laugh I encompass a warm glow,
Day dreaming about the girl who used to wear a bow,
Hour to hour I find myself in my own zone.

Sooooo.....
I am so inclined.

(c) 2010 Brandon Antonio Smith

10/11/10

The young boy was raised in the sun like a raisin.
Detached shrouds were his comforters,
As were periodical mental lapses of living in the upper boundary of Amazement.
Up there, he would be able to see Caeli.
Teachers warned him to focus on reality,
At conferences his parents saw he was failing.

But it was as if he didn't exist,
His presence was fading in the back of the crowd.
He was there, but not there,
On a aloof voyage sailing the ship he designed.

I believe the reason he almost drowned
Was because he thought he could explore the depths of Atlantis.
No one could find him.
He returned after the horizon bloomed.

And still to this day he lives a life of clouds and sunsets.
You might just be able to find him,
I know I have.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith


(Originally written 11/18/10
Revised 9/23/14)

He said, "Right now I'm gonna cut you into pieces."
He put my mother in a bag,
While my father was still sleeping.

The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor
The crosses and flags lay on the floor

My tears oh how they bleed mercy,
And I can't seem to find any of my sisters.

"Before this day, I never knew hatred...."
Were the last words of my grand mother,
She was too sweet for human hunger.

8/2/11

(c) 2011 Brandon Antonio Smith

Blood shot,
Dry snot,
Assortments of all you've shown.
All these rights, and all these wrongs,
I have a horn I want to hone.

I am so drowsy tonight,
Your nostrils burn like light.
All these years,
I never had a spine.

You are so hyper tonight,
Assortments of all you've shown.
All these rights, and all these wrongs,
I have a horn you want to hone.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 5/30/09
Revised 9/30/14)

A spore
Sought my sopor.
It is volatile,
It disperses,
And languishes.

Instantaneously,
The silence breaks.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/11/10
Revised 9/29/14)

A bridge lies ahead
For both of us to cross,
Whenever we happen to
Cross each other's thoughts.

Will you meet me half-way?
Answer yes and
I'll give you my hand,
And confess the poetry
I dedicated to you in discretion.

Point me in the direction of your time,
Anything more I need not demand of you.
To be sure, blame I am due,
For I am guilty of attempting to reinforce
That which connects my world to yours,
Regardless of its inherent potential to break asunder.

I fear if such a calamity should occur,
Our backs will be turned,
For the rest of our lives,
Which I am not ready for.

11/13/13

(c) 2013 Brandon Antonio Smith

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)

Going through the day with an empty stomach,
Anxiety is written in my bones.

A lady smiles as she walks by,
I sit on a bench and politely wave hi,
But in the mean time...

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright
I'm good, it's understood.

Ok...

An instrumental switches in my head,
I can go on and on without a care.
My legs are walking over obstacles,
So how the hell could I be tripping?

It's tough to catch a grip on reality,
I have butter fingers,
My hands slip.

Tell me what you think
And I'll tell you what i know,
Today has been great,
So don't feel so low.

I have to **** some minutes,
But in the mean time,
I'm fine, alright,
I'm good, its understood.

Ok...

Do you know what I'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?
Do you know what i'm talking about?!
What am I talking about?


Do you know what i'm talking about?
I'm not even sure if I know.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/21/10
Revised 9/29/14)

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

The Sun can't warm me in this chill,
I'll have to cover my head.
Conversations aren't followed,
I drift off from what is said.
Stuck in one position,
As memories lay at my side.
I'm not willing to move past this,
No, no I just watch as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

The trees become leaveless,
And with her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,

Don't want to smile,
Yeah, don't want to smile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

I look out the window,
Seeing everyone jubilant,
All laughing in unison.
I guess life is funny.
I'm out of place,
Oblivious to the present,
I only see yesterday.
Tomorrow shines at a distance.
The Moon watches me as

Time passes,
The day gets dimmer,
And all I ask
Is for my soul
Not to get cold this winter.

I look up for awhile.
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile,
No, don't want to smile,
With her out of the picture,
I don't want to smile.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith


(Originally written sometime in 2010?
Revised 9/29/14)

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)

"Why oh why?' is what everyone answered.
" Do you have any words to say about him?"

I guess I'll start by saying...
People knew him,
Yet they did not know him.
I think I knew him best,
I was connected to that beating muscle
Sulking beneath his chest.

I adored all he loved,
I squinced at all he hated.
I laughed when he basked in joy,
I would become solemn when he teared.
I was always with him.

I doubt you all knew
The rage that surged through his veins,
I doubt you all knew
His soul further passed away,
With each and every day.

Please dont take this the wrong way,
I don't intend to spite.
He often hid from the ones he loved.
I believe he thought his pain
Would only bring down everyone,

So he shielded everyone from his most dark thoughts.
Please don't blame yourself for not knowing.

He showed only
an ounce of emotion in person.
His deepest thoughts and emotions  
Dwell in the art he disclosed.

Every line, every character he concocted...

You noticed some form of misery,
Some form of longing to surrender,
A longing not to be a part of a world
That was too overbearing for him.
He believed he didn't belong,

But when most of us read his poetry,
If we ever read it at all,
We didn't think too much of it.
Totally oblivious to the pain behind his poetry.

We must reminisce,
We must reflect on every moment
We shared with him.
A moment never truly ends.

Originally written 6/5/11
Revised 10/14/2014

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith