Stefan Smith Mar 12
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Stop it.


I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier

You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.

The endless source behind the
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.

So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.

Go ahead.

Take me.

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Stefan Smith Mar 10
The hardest part about life,
is understanding
the essence
of it's simplicity.

Chase what is good,
Overcome your demons.
One by one...
and their voices     will         fade
as if they never existed

So the only thing remaining is
and the Truth.

Stand bare,
Stand transparent.
There is courage in humility.

The power in love
is showing less of you
so you can reveal all of them.

Die to self
and simply
Stefan Smith Feb 2017
If the stars
could fit
in one melody
and sing
an ambience
so infinite,
It would play
through your eyes
as my heart
to fully
the essence
of how In-
you make me

My Cheyanna
I love her
Stefan Smith Apr 2016
Your words were erased
through a sandalwood bridge.

This tranquil overlap breezed
subtle sonnets
within the absence
of my
Stefan Smith Nov 2015
You don't know
you're beautiful
he never told you.

You don't know
your words matter
he never listened.

You don't know
the strength of your heart
he always broke it.

You don't know
you can bloom
his words were always a drought.

You don't know
the truth
he always lied.

You don't know
he never did either,
but i do.

Let me help you find out,
You deserve to know your own value
Stefan Smith Oct 2015
As you enter into those moments
when your trials oppress you
and you slowly feel the life
being drawn from your bones.
that even the trees are meant to enter into seasons
where they lose their leaves and stand defenseless
from the harsh winter winds.

But never forget
that there will always come a time
when they'll finally catch their breath,
as the still spring air hugs them,
and begin their journey of growing into
a taller, more confident kind of presence
with deepened roots and a flourishing canopy
that's ready to waltz with the wind.
there is intimacy in tribulation.
Stefan Smith Oct 2015
You should get an Abortion.

It's for the best.

Your life is a wreck,
and you shouldn't want to
invite a child into your mess.
You're eighteen and homeless.
That's too young
to deal with all of this.
You can barely keep a hold
of yourself,
A kid would just make it worse.
It's time to just accept that.*

Those words were once meant for you, mom.
But, for some reason
you didn't listen.
You ignored their logic
and chose to battle through the pain.

You didn't give up.  
You fought on.
Got a car, a job, an apartment,
and a way out
of all the things that controlled you.

You didn't give up.
You knew you could be a better person,
and a worthy parent.
Because instead of being
constrained to your past
You used each mistake as a lesson
that slowly started to give you strentgh.

You didn't give up.
You believed in yourself
When no one else did,
and formed your own
path which,
inch by inch,
lead you farther from your fears
and closer to that moment
when you were able to sit
in the auditorium
and watch me graduate with the words
Thank you Jesus
ringing in the back of your head.
(I know they were)

You never gave up,
and look at us now, mom.
Look where we are.
It's a miracle.
We conquered all the odds
and ignored the logic.

Because you never gave up.

I want to be like you.
To face my trials
without any fear.
And when they tell me
to just give up.
To accept defeat.

I won't.

Because you didn't.
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