Leaving her has been the best of choices.
Never did I expect to become so used.
From here on out I will remain rejuvenated and enthused.
With the sound of cheering voices kissing the horizon,
And more importantly without her,
I feel alive and amazing.
Oh, the joy that didn’t come from being tethered.
To another’s heart that was all too punishing.
I adore the cool calm
That comes with the absence of commotion…
Truly a pure emotion.
You should know my soul’s heart
Is not weathered…
just sunshine and freedom.
Happy as a meadowlark flapping its wings
Feeling kind of saintly to myself,
for I have begun once more.
Being away from her has me feeling so contented.
I used to love her. Now, I just try to forget her.
Break ups are necessary from time to time, ya feel me?
I am ready to meet new people and have time for my friends.
Everywhere I go, all I feel is sweet, meaningful zen.
She sure made me cry, but Spring Break is here.
Thus, I carry on with my backpack
And look forward to spending time with my family.
Some of the scientists are calloused hacks.
Hackneyed plagiarized equations rife,
Make something incredible of your life.
Defend the soft spoken form attacks.
Dare to believe. Reveal the unknowns.
Fact check reality. Bolster your genius.
No individual ever ought to refrain
From artsy critiques of scientific thrones.
No heart too bereft. No one disqualified.
We must uphold integrity. So be sure
Of yourself, of your dreams, and you’ll mature.
No doubt, a lesson learned trumps life not lived.
Oh, to remind a fellow passenger of purpose.
What grander a gift than gregariousness?
Speak freely. Care wildly. Remain the gentlest.
And, never exchange love for anything…
Dreams still come true in the land of heart’s ash.
During the day, we all wear halos made of zen,
And the angels sing of paradise.
When the lyricist fashions art with a pen,
Too often, the intention does not ripple like the words of the wise.
To not one’s surprise, practice and talent go hand in hand.
Rose bushes line the concrete walking path.
At night, moonlight flood paradise gardens.
Holographic butterflies map eternity
With a mere flap of their wings.
All is not as it seems when it comes to these creatures.
Their features glisten in twilight times.
Their features glisten with these rhymes.
Times are a’changing,
Life needs some orchestrating.
What happened to the flair of the debonair?
Where is the sanctity of the comedic situation?
God isn’t dead but inspiration just may be.
Why isn’t most everything seen as Heaven sent?
Seems to me, this awareness lies across the river Styx.
For all misgivings, may saintly creatures repent.
Where there is paucity, let undulant beauty find its place,
For the immaculate beauty of the world will never be erased.
Here I stand, comfortable and face to face with the divine.
Devoid of anxiety and fears, I pen this final line.
Sean M. Smith
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!
Sweet success sometimes becomes a rueful path.
When the world feels cold and dark, persevere.
Well-crafted morals compound into cheers.
Trust the compass. And, envelope no wrath.
Delicate deeds do much for a soul’s worth.
Inspire the people like the youth observe
What we choose, for our life ought to preserve.
This beautiful Earth in all of its mirth.
Resound with class before the monolith.
Even when you’re quite bruised, stay enthused.
There’s no abyss, only flux. Remain kind bliss. Fuse
the unconscious with your light-heart. You’re pith.
With time comes many opportunities
To nurture the lovely communities.
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.
To chart the World’s imagination… Feelings.
Here’s to the innocent people been freed.
Here’s to city street swag and long lost strangers.
The moonlight walks down the riverside express.
Free artifacts of dizzying love spells.
Concretized into mires, tears, and cheers.
Seems like we climb our own Chains of Being.
Psyches are all-consuming . Religions
we explore. Cryogenic civilizations n time,
mythologies we create. Legends of microcosms’
past filter through the currents of thought,
Between the moon, you, and I, I abhor and
Am tired of fleeing, fearing and failing.
Wintry ways of Histories’ burgeon into