Open Mic Night Piece

Oh how wonderful we were.

At least, at times.
We argued so little in the begining that
Even on nights like this
When I have a strangers come on my sheets
I still feel the likes of you in my soul.

With tears in my eyes
I have never felt so cold, naked, and alone.

With you I felt as if I were on a throne.

Yet, tonight, all I feel is twilight
Beckoning me to usher in everything that is someone else.

No one is around.

Terrible it is to be a big heart
In a half-broken world.

In actuality though, it hasn’t been long enough since you’ve been around.

The distance that now divides us
Now seems to be ever the more awful.

Truth is, I have missed spitting that Sean Smith game on the honies.
Who I want next, I shall never tell.

I miss everything about the..
Their hair, smile, teeth, moods, criticisms, lessons, and wisdoms
They all are tattooed on my heart’s soul.
All I have is life goals oh so distant
And no reason to care where the waves take me.

I know I have live life for me only,
But here I am twenty four and at my absolute best.
I guess I never realized I would learn to dislike Christin this much. She is basically stalking me nowadays. Shits real.

Truth is, Fam, it was tough at times,
But poets like you, ever so sublime,
thereupon the reason to my sonneteer rhyme.


I fucking hate this.

Fuck love.
Fuck loneliness.
Fuck dependence.
Fuck caring.
Fuck feeling better.
And fuck anything not casual romance.

I wish I could just stop
preventing the tears so etched into my eyes.

Far from serene or sleepy,
I am still afraid to feel, to cry.

But at last, I am free.

We are what’s good.

Sincerely thankful,

Sean M. Smith

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Speechless

Free from the transcendent abyss of apathy,

Empty of all emotion not related to frustration,

Where did all of the class acts go?

Lately, everyone champions poorly placed criticisms.

So many pride themselves upon callousness.

It’s a shame that this is what America is nowadays.

As a bipolar male, I fail at a lot of life efforts.

Yet, I know how to behave myself and learned how to care.

Here we all are America?

Do you think you deserve the glory bestowed upon us?

You might not!

Often, it seems to me that so many are rotten at the core.

Sure, so are polite. But mostly, American decorum died long ago.

So, how do we restore the sanctity of the States?

Free Verse #1

my love my adorable little dandelion
trying’ to love you is effortless
to the evils of the world we fake oblivious.
never amiss and always perceiving zion.

i know you to be the most interesting woman a’love
sometimes, i may seem distant,
the boring parts of life aren’t your fault.
you inspire me to feel joy about being alive.

i would have gone amiss long ago.
if it weren’t for incredible… you, boo.
so i will make excuses no more and remain loyal.

when i am with you, there is more to me
than storms and sunsets… ah, to be refreshed.

the thought of living without you
is nowhere to be found for now.
let me be sweet to you and show you
the world of love you deserve.

i will ignite the divine spark in your heart.

let’s transcend the state.
let’s cease to play platitude.
instead, let us maxim together.

wisdom exists within us
like never before experienced.
it is on us to save civilization
from the trials and tribulations of oppression.
the world is becoming a colder place,
which I never expected.

prior years seem to have been more kind and more stable.
to hold protect and cherish your heart I am willing and able..
thank you forth bottom of my heart
for never judging me as overtly sullen.

you are many things.
but, you have never been a loser
or weird or anything of that sort.

it hurts my heart to know
you fear that i see your moods in such a light.
pleasing you is the only quest that i care to know.

sometimes, i lose myself
in the unfounded fear
of losing you.
the worry of the tragedy
causes my casual heart to transform
the things of sanctity become nightmares, ghastly.

i don’t understand why.
so i sigh and cry,
yet I still try because
your saintly way
keeps me and the vicissitudes at work
On track for millions of years from now.

Unmetered Sonnet

Happy Valentine’s day to everyone from afar.
All is well, and so, I am feeling quite fine.
Speak to me gently and sip your wine.
Maybe one day she and I will share an armoire.

Sometimes, we fight until commotion
Alone remains.  But without her, I’m bereft.
Let’s tend to the gardens until only butterflies are left.
Freed from the stress by impressive motions.

Maybe this year will last unlike past flings.
My respect for her body and mind remains immutable.
I have stumbled into something beautiful.
Life is burdensome at twenty four with no college ring.

Yet, I refrain not from expressing my heart’s desires,
For in love there is a certain spiritual wealth.
That grows in interest with the nurturing of the self.
All around me are the flickering crimson fires.

Here’s to the one has been most wholehearted and true!
Here’s to the one that offers their whole heart to you!

Sonnet #20

Sent to you as love sonnets from afar,
Lyricisms transcend despair.  No dread.
So many memories flowing—all supreme.
I am experiencing brighter colors.

I feel nothing but dreams and improvement.
Red-purple, blue-green, and black-white-yellow,
I finally feel the right amount of mellow.
Despite desperate efforts for acceptance,

Few grow to know the doubt of happenstance.
There has to be something more to life.
Apocryphal hate-feels in the tirades.

I became so sad I could not even sing.
Life’s tough at twenty-three and no ring.
Bliss holds no prisoners, nor does it fade.

American Sonnet

We are the smiling faces they adore
Oh America, stars, stripes, and laud
We are the place the world loves and applauds.
Show your heart as it is.  Be steady and sure.

Whole nations pay to be one of us.
So let us pave the way most euphonious,
Stave off the pain of untimely death most harmoniously,
And remain the culture in which they trust.

Breathe the wind.  Reasons come in cute, sweet rhyming!
There’s time to be evil when we are dead.
Head north and chart hearts not yet known.
Find the waves of enlightenment while sailing.

Be the articulate sound waves–tranquildddddd.
For this laud, always be thankful.