A blood-orange, peeled, bleeds bright
across the horizon, then slips silently
beneath a wave of ruddy light, so sanguine.

Night falls away to a golden glitter
spilling glimmering light above our heads;
a cricket stretches and moans a scratchy tune.  

We drink of this spilled juice,
wear the sparkles in our hair,  
and dance to the tiny violinist's song.

You were all the world to me in this scene.
You were a blood-orange bright.  
You were the sparkle of the night.

You were and are the cricket's song forever in my ears.

"I'm trying to be myself,
Understand everyone,
It's a mission and a half.

Looking at everyone,
Trying to learn something
but I am getting more confused;
It's hard being cool.

Our generation,
Alienation,
Have we a soul?

Techno emergency,
Virtual reality,
We're running out of new ideas?

Who is the Queen?"

Of the piano man
I've never heard, and
am gracelessly missing out
on him. Cannot thank
him for inspiring me
because I refuse to listen. He's
playing in concert only blocks
away, or perhaps on YouTube, but
who needs him? I ask myself
this on the surface--
deep down I know that
I do.
Walking all over the town in
other directions, still
can't get away from the
violin accompaniment, the truthful
tones. I've
no hope, I won't hear him
I've no hope for relation, I
won't listen. Run
everywhere, find myself there

He says, "Welcome home my
lost dreamer."

I said I'm sorry,
Now please be okay.  
See tomorrow I'm going,
Talk to me, My Lady...

Being saying this for so long,
I don't know if you're doing It on purpose,
but it could be turned
Into a song.

Trying to be strong, but it's not helping,
I know I'm late, but clearly everyone,
Can relate.
The fact that I said I'll be there at 19h30,
But came around eight.
Is wrong.

My apology,
See I'm sorry.
Ethelrider Please forgive me,
I know it happened not once but twice.
But life is a gamble,
Depends on who's holding the Dice.

My Car had a flat tire,
So I had to stop.
After I looked for my keys everywhere,
Only to find out they are on my car,
But on top.

Bae, Please listen to my reasons,
I've got no excuses
It's summer but I'm freezing
This is one serious season.
communication will lead us to glory
I Love You, and simply I'm sorry :(

A frigid night--
the frosty air.
I shiver in the wake..

My fragile, numb fingers
attempt to touch my face.

I'm frozen....

The crisp, biting wind
gusts violently toward me..

I exhale a visible breath
and trudge onward
over the frozen lake.

To flirt with the twinkle of Virgo
And joke with the great body of the Atlantic,
Is to lustrate fertility; self-worth blossoms,
A great thing to occur.

(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith

(Originally written 10/29/10
Revised 9/27/14)

My mind is a cage
It locks me within
It speaks of doubts and worries
It burns my skin and ****** my veins
My mind is a room
Filled with mirrors
One by one they list my flaws, fat, pale, emo
I tried to run, but I didn't move
My mind is a wonderland
It's a twisted place filled with secrets
My darkest thoughts lurk in the open
My demons ****** the innocent
My mind is my pair of wings
It sets me free and lets me fly
I soar over my problems with ease
My nightmares fade away
My imagination takes me strange places
Would you be willing to follow me there?