#smith
Warping the wretched, weeping, withering, whimpering, winding, ritualistic roots of root-born darkness, moonlight remains an eyesight in a shrouded domain, suckling upon the eyesight of longitudinal lunar forefathers, those who stepped forth upon the clay cataclysm and witnessed the construction of the titanic blocks of proto-concrete which situate themselves within The City of the Singing Flame.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 7:17 AM UTC
Rubberband snapping back into place
Vibrations echo in my mind
Steady hand goes at slow pace
The day ahead of me is a rewind
Youtube rewind
Silent whispers lull me to bed
I hear Will Smith
He cries out “get my wife’s name out of
Your ******* mouth”
I am at a loss for words
And yet I am snapped back to reality
Reverb
Reverb
Reverb
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
The fantastic witch,
The second-in-command,
She's dead.
She was 89,
And though she wasn’t mine,
I feel a teacher died.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 8:09 AM UTC
you are the Ambrosia of my mind
the apple of my eye
crisp and Red delicious
a Macintosh in waiting
Granny Smith is exuberant
over our Gala to toast the Empire
I see a Pink Lady in Fuji
Honeycrisp in every way
you are the Envy of Pazzaz
playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn
in front of Lady Alice in Holstein
like a Hidden Rose
though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness
your Liberty embraces Gravenstein
akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal
enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu
Andreas Simic©
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
Fur of bat
toad-like grin
eyes of lazy gold
green in sin
Sitting on the edge of forever
croaking sweet lullabies
a tendril tongue spanning galaxies
devouring worlds like tiny flies
A slothful gluttony so boundless
a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat
let's spend eternity inside him
together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
Alex Smith is a quarterback
more importantly a husband, son, and father
who is cut no sort of slack
in a sport of slaughter.
West coast offense
almost always softens
someone in the pocket
used to quick tosses.
A deserved demotion to backup
made his life increasingly harder
all of the mistakes and bad luck
called for a new start for the starter.
Washington by way of San Francisco
he wasn't high up as far as the list goes
Alex Smith got his wish though
and was back in the fishbowl.
Alex Smith was used in
a game against Houston
and was rolled into a compound fracture
from a double defensive back compactor.
His trip to the hospital
wasn't quite optimal
and it kept getting worse
opening the door to a hearse.
The doctors detected
the wound was infected
Alex had become septic
with bacteria interjected.
Blood pressure dropping
and a fever rising
you know he wasn't flopping
by the way he was writhing.
The leg was turning black
and developing huge blisters
the knowledge they lacked
to heal the maimed mister.
His wife was worried
so were the physicians
to surgery they hurried
on a life saving mission.
The doctors discovered the issue
was necrotizing fasciitis
infecting skin and muscle tissue
like a black King Midas.
Daily debridement
helped with askew alignment
but the bone still looked like a trident
and the infection was the only assignment.
Should they take the leg while they can cut below the knee?
Is wanting to live your life a form of greed?
Does a steed consider its ambulatory needs?
Alex just follows the doctor's lead.
Eight debridements leave the tibia completely exposed
but the necrotizing fasciitis is gone
yet once one's legs explode
how can they move on?
Replacement skin comes from the quad
despite the risk of failure
the doctors took over for God
as epidermic tailors.
Intense physical therapy
is better than sitting scarily
or holding onto life barely
so Alex proceeded merrily.
Eventually healing
getting back to wheeling
this game didn't end in kneeling
when there was extra time to be stealing.
He was told he wouldn't play anymore
he was told he'd lose his leg
now the doctors have nothing to say anymore
and he's only looking ahead.
Playing with no team name
it was definitely no dream game
two teams that were three and seven
but for one quarterback this was heaven.
Two years after getting injured
Alex beats a divisional opponent
something no one would've inferred
back in that pivotal moment.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
honor: “you stumble where gods get lost”
*honor,
still the tattoo being drawn on my senses,
unresolved and demanding
solution or surrender,
acknowledging, that I am not poet enough
tho y’all keep diverting me with poem commissions,
half started but will freezer keep until Jacob’s angel and I
have wrestled this honor notion to the ground for good,
which means once and forever
Patti’s words distinctly heard:
“you stumble where gods get lost”
and that’s what the poetry is for,
to word wrestle until the resolution revelation shines
and someone cries out uncle, father, son, are we not all
samed and shamed when we wrestle with honor*
will you know honor when it presents itself?
a man keeps his word and another honors them both
with a monthly sum that says friendship is a promise kept
a father texts to a son in trouble “got your back” that elicits
a return verse of “I love you;”. that’s love, not honor cause someone remembers their immigrant father’s hell going slowly by and this poem and that memory revived, that’s honor
******* tears on my phone screen, a ****** pain @6:53am
on sabbath morn; no body invited the interlopers; not me anyway)
*honor is not a parade or not the kind on my mind today: the honor that gets you medaled that’s all about brotherhood,
that’s a different kind of honor I understand but not what I’m
about right wright write now
looking for small acts, small doses, nearly invisible to the naked
eye, indeed, ya need a scrunched up squint to detect the honor that I need so desperately seek to theorem proof that,
even I got some
one of you wrote me, I am nothing.
one of you wrote me,
that they are all busted up on the boulevard of broken dreams.
trusting a stranger thru his crazier poems with depreciation and overwhelming sadnesses,
is that honor?
my rsvp (how could I not), is that honor?
honor sought in the small necessities which are more important than small kindnesses wrought from love: those come easy natural
necessary necessity, the word itself bleeds pressure on the soul; but i don’t mean paying your bills, burying your parents and such stuff;*
honor is in the unnecessary: where actions defeat uncertainty, honor is stepping up when no one calls out need
honor is the first step the hand extended and the concomitant
electric shock that traverses two hands in a shake that obviates
unnecessary words
like thank you
which why gods stumble, get lost, they only get praise conferred
but honor belongs only to us humans,
to give honor.
that’s power gods don’t got,
why they oft get lost
so thank you for staying with me this far,
you honor me by listening to an old man
seizing up when his mind asks him direct
did you live with honor,
and tho the summing up s’ain’t over,
(lol laughing, at the ain’t autocorrect),
at least now I know what to count,
what counts,
doing the unnecessary unasked
in small ways, a quieter doing good,
honor needs two and starts when you say hey
hey you...
*7:36am Saturnday 2+10+18
Shabbat Shekalim
writ without disguise*
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2427648/the-patti-smith-poems-the-alchemy-of-his-prescriptions/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2346726/how-i-honor-you-notes-from-a-conversation-with-patti-smith/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2351121/honor-you-stumble-where-gods-get-lost/
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 4:12 PM UTC
Star Bound
Society, sobriety, entirely, I’m finally
Not in denial, my smirk is my smile
No coasting or boasting, no time left just get toasted
Rampaging pages, no waiting in cages, lately impatient
I’ve been standing dismantled, thoughts scrambled, abandoned
Pursuing soothing illusions, mirages emerge influent
These terrors in bearing preparing on perishing
Common ground sound, vibrations deterred losing renown
Bracing the wastes, enticing the tastes, priceless the chase
Overencumbered, numbered the days I have left to plunder
Decisions are rampant, listless the canvas, incision the campus
Unveiled are the plans to ensnare, hail to the king of the fail
Spots on the rocks with my scotch in the locks
Pretty, petty, steady confetti, embezzle the Getty be ready
Losses, no life lost, eternally embossed, drained and caustic
Fires burn urging to earn, no concern, my place in the stars
By: Cosmik
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword
torn from the comforts of an idle home
Against both will and wish into the forge
Mere foot to pedal unshackles the horde
onto that which was ****** into the dome
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword
Crude earth melts into an effulgent form
that once cooled will become harder than stone
Against both will and wish into the forge
Burning is sequestered by drowning boards
that go unnoticed but for hissing moan
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword
New pain begins despite what came before
anvil and hammer fashion the unknown
Against both will and wish into the forge
Those who endure will still need to be honed,
to be, of their own soul, the highest lord.
Iron and coal fused into a steel sword,
against both will and wish into the forge
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
The love the hate the pain. I said I loved you but instead I hurt you I said I'll be there but it's not turn my back on you I said I needed you would turn my back on you I said we will be together forever and then I played you those are the things that you want to hear out my mouth those are the things that happened in this relationship we had love the love was so sweet when we had the love you smell for days we talked for hours the pain the pain came when we started going through anguish we just couldn't get it right fussing and fighting and arguing with each other all the time the Haight the hate came on each other's behinds when I started doing some wild **** you started doing some wild **** and then the hate was grown but now I'm sitting here saying to myself at least she admitted one thing that you know it was kind of spiteful because do it all man you know it and I know it you can say it wasn't enough money you can say it wasn't **** but through it all I gave you everything always whether it was enough for not for some people that's all that matters to show a motherfuker that you're when I'm down and I'm in the mud I can give you everything I have so just imagine were up and we're winning you going to get it ten times more I just don't understand why you couldn't understand that the love the pain the hate I tried to give you love but it's that I gave you pain I tried to give you happiness but then I gave pain I tried to make you smile but I often made you cry I don't understand why but I look to myself I didn't this it can't be rightyou say you hate me I know that's not true hate me is love and love means hate I just hurt you so much. That's the word to say I know I'm not perfect I'm not the best man but please understand I would have gave my right hand for you cuz I Was Your Man you were my lady and I was your man you was my rock and I was your roller I was too blunt and you was delighted I was the gun and you was the holster you was the Braves and I was the body I was the arms and you was The Lacs we complete each other at times I will say something and you will finish my sentence you will say something and I will finish your sentence but now it's like **** all that **** man what's the point of you going to love it I'm sitting here hurting and you don't give a fuckthere's never been a time maybe once or twice why I felt pain and you felt the same pain that I felt but I've always thought you're ******* hang but I guess I'm a man so I'm not supposed to show emotions I guess I'm a mesomorph not supposed to care I guess I'm a man so I don't have heart aches and pains I guess it's a man I can't hurt CelinaI tried to give you everything but I guess I gave you nothing sometimes I look at my life and I feel just so disgusted I gave this woman the best things in my life as you said it wasn't good enough she don't talk to me my whole life and said I wasn't good enough you played me out like I'm a fool but I am not good enough come on man this is crazy I guess I am not good enough
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
You can say I'm nobody,
But I am something, I'm not a body,
I bring in a force, not of reckoning,
I don't have the devil by the horns
I'd rather scorn those who sit so serious.
We can burn down this city,
Torch the town to ash with me
But only to laugh that it really hit the ground
Don't worry, we are all survivors, all around.
I don't need your money, don't insult my mind.
I'm a soldier of a different kind.
You can say I'm nobody,
In a sea of passing people populating a plot
Because the train for me just doesn't stop,
Time doesn't move for me and it doesn't not
I'm here like you with a name attached
But from me to you, I'm just a faceless man
I'm not special, I didn't participate,
I didn't do good or great and most of your demons,
I am nobody, so how could I relate?
I could say you are nobody,
Or we can shake hands and be now known.
We can discuss our interests, the lives we've grown.
We can be special in a sense that I made you so,
We can have heated discussions making time slow
Or laugh until the sun dawns then sets.
But truly i must admit, I'm in a hurry and must be going.
Sincerely,
a nobody someone almost met.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
listening out for the catch, through the ordered lines
then running into familiar counter-melodies
that hit the gut like surprise meetings with old friends
pushing against the current
you write the soul’s ebb and flow of discovering
break and breakaway, meet again
figuring it out along the way, slipping back,
humble, soft vulnerability of emitting,
rolling out in music and codes interior landscapes
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
-benedict smith
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood
Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven
Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars
There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates
Don't let Bella Thorne star in this.
In her version she tongue-kisses Peep,
Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink
Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed
By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good
I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles
At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll
Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop
His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a
Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that
Sentimental **** about love and how life is too
Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing,
Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and
Deities
Of every religion and every afterlife
I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.]
I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees.
I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time.
I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all.
But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying.
No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty
the heaven before him filled with congratulations
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Granger Smith I love you so
Come to me or heads will roll
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
meanwhile,
summer is not
ours
it is not
a celebration,
it is teddy bears
on street corners,
bodega flowers
on makeshift graves,
distorted faces of
home-printed memorials
on t-shirts
the same color and
texture as what
the dead boy was selling,
meanwhile,
summer is nothing more
than closed houses,
decks with grandmothers
scowling down at the teenagers
who are not sure
if
they
are even real
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
People laugh,
I hurt
But I don't mind
Gender is the joke
I am the punchline
Fighting for
the binaries
when our
expression is
undefined
If I die
then I'll be
the last bit lived true
My angry people
may take my body
since I'll
not be back
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
You wrote 12 lines,
Which we spent several minutes on;
Interpreting.
*You wicked, wicked woman.*
Playing with words,
Simple words;
Arranging them
In an ordinary manner.
For us,
Creating a labyrinth.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC