Shameful Confession of Today's Events

Empty words
Are like a knife cutting the wrist
Yet, Without dying
Making me feel weaker

Sometimes, I shamefully admit
I think of the worst
Cannot help it
Just gets the best of me

On a Planet
I cannot recall
They do not see me
No matter how loud I scream

Sorry for the sorrow
The pitiful attempt at a poem
Wishing the Morrow
Will be brighter than today

I want happiness
I am not one to embrace misery
Please, I am not a monster
Just a trapped soul
Trying to escape

Do you remember me?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/21/10

A Dedication to the Wrongly Prostituted

Look at him
With those stripper pole eyes
Awaiting a Woman to become Miss Analyzed
So another one of his agendas
Can be more woeful to the human race

Only beauty in his eyes qualifies
For his very special favors
Using flesh as if it was toilet paper
In his bowery mired games

Oh, But it is not his victims fault
Innocently living in vain
Feeling as if they did wrong
Guilty and foregone
As he goes on to use others

Victims, Please fight back
You are still beautiful
Don’t let the sewage drown you
And push you into oblivion

You are stronger than that

And the skies shall become blue again
With new journeys ahead
Love yourself more than ever
And treat this bad experience
As if it was make pretend

Never let the cold hearted win


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/20/10

Transparently Apparent Into a Foreign Experience

“Did you make it to my funeral?”

“Feel those goose bumps
As the coldness trifles, stifles your skin?”

Dearly beloved
Gather on, Over and abroad
Grace this spirit ever so simply
While roaming all and everywhere around

Eyes closed
Stiff as a board
Laying ever comfortably
Awaiting the burial
To my final trip, The grave

Feel a presence?
Notice the sudden change of temperature?
Invisible eyes upon you?
Can you finally feel me?

Even the dead can cry
Oh, What have I done?
Clinging onto pity
Oh, Flesh was an exquisite delight
What I did was wrong

When I was alive
I felt so alone
Now that I am dead
Alone would be better
Than perhaps now?

Yet, As I write this,
Am I alive?, Or dead?, I have no idea

Just want to go home
But is home
Really my abode?

Where do I belong?

I guess this is my suicide note from beyond



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/18/10

Dead Man Lapping Insomnia's Despair

Dead eyes wondering
Inside insomnia’s tomb
A gift wrapped disease
Stuffed inside mother nature’s womb

Bloody tears
Lava filled lacerations
Fissured flesh
Canals of frustration
Begging to live another day

Oh, Misery, How deep it cuts
With each sting growing more retched
Upon hallucinating nightmares
Rotting misanthropic terror
By the withering of sub freezing rejection

Blood turns to ice
Flesh hardens for battle
Crimson mask of plight
Climbing mountains of dreary droves
Fixated sobering malignant insignia
Elating another death filled day

And the grave shutters
I laugh on strong
Ravens all around
Celebrating the death of a craving asunder
Entombed sacred woes of thorns

And my time will never come
Yet, I tire for sound sleep upon the morrow scorned



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/15/10

The Festering of Love Itself

“Wish I could understand this world
Yet, I don’t know if this world
Could understand me”

Under the clouds
Draped black and stormy
Hidden dreams
Too far to ever grasp

Imaginary thoughts transcend
They are all I got
Masking myself invisible
Hiding away
In utter silenced chaos

Ah, This planet, This time
Why am I even here?
Not with the program
Living in fear

Seeing fake smiles
Seizing plastic love
Saying the right words
Till the Predator grabs the Prey

And now romance is raped
Screaming for hope and acceptance

Wish I could help
Tried but shunned away
Shunned away, Always shunned away

To all who have destroyed the tradition of love
Have a great hypocritical Valentines day
Because you seem to revel in it’s greed

Yet, I want someone to prove to me
That love truly exists

For now
Welcome to the festering of love itself!



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Pleading Paranormally for a Better Tommorow

Aliens, Aliens
Take me away

Peeking around
Seeing unfamiliar skies
Skin so different
Tiny eyes
Reading down perennial desolation

What is this place?
Where am I living?

This flesh
Rather hidden
Nervously pale
Dying of longing
Please, Don’t stare
Stale morrow rising
Yet, Who even cares?

Aliens, Aliens
Take me away

An unnatural feeling
Society’s dissection
Murdering all resources
Pandering to all things bare

Feet planted for global launching
Cannot fathom ever walking
Around a world ever so incomplete

Flying high
This heart’s natural euphoria
Praying to the skies
To come pick me up
Ready to die
So I can live inside Orion’s cusp

Crying alienated cries
Emotional quivering
This Ghost of me
Starting the process of forgiving

Ready for severed leverage
And an elevating maiden reigned road
Made of untamed pinnacles
Dawning the skies
No longer afraid of height

Aliens. Aliens
I am of your kind
In this very world
I shall always live forward
Never behind

In this strange place
I must keep on

Who knows there might be someone like me


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/3/10

Confused Upon Love Itself

The cruel dread of distance
Clasps enigma upon this heart
Sinking downward into oblivion
In a state winced in delirium’s grasp

Why must I be so passionate
For something so far away?
This spirit of mine may glide
But this mind feels like a grave

Ah, So much effort
Yet, In stifled hesitation
Neither lands consoling this existence
Warnings of utter repetitive actions of rejection
In the slowly sneaking kind of way

Ah, In closeness of neighboring prospects
I feel so far away
In the furthest reaches of love
I feel so near, So dear
As if heart shaped lights have beamed upon my face

Oh, So tired, Oh, So weary
Yet, Ready to travel afar
And if Nomadic I become
At least I can say I tried
More than I have ever tried before

So in retrospective
Love is what helps me waken every single day
The motivation that paves these dreams
Creating parcels of everlasting fantasies
Into the future admirations of open arms

Oh, So close, Yet, Oh, So far away

Rendering these thoughts confused
In the existence of true love
Does it exist?
Oh, Please prove to me that it does

For a fish without water
Is me without love

So that is how I feel
As I keep asking myself
Will love soon come my way?



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/1/10