Smaerd Spilling his Heart out

[Smaerd]

These poems belong to Jamie Dreems. And this is Smaerd spilling his heart out and making himself completely vulnerable to anything. But someone told me today that I should express myself here. So here it is. Don't be surprised if I ask for this thread to be deleted in a couple weeks.

I don't want to hear any BS about spelling, please and thanks.

To End or Begin
If my death were granted would it be worth the gain?
Losing it all just to lose pain.

life can be however it lands,
make it what you can with your own hands.

I am Apathetic Solace.

Like a tissue handed to me,
what brilliant sympathy.
I have followed the shadow of your existence,
to uncover your minute degree of resistance.

A visit to this simple form of compassion,
has securely altered my perspective,
No longer do I yearn for this illusion,
it is but a useless social elective.

I deny the false appeal of affection,
synergisticly, declining that of deception.
We are all apathetic stems,
facing the direction of the desired luminance.

Although without the light entity,
we grow dangerous and selfishly.
Our true nature resides with-in solitude,
life must be the new objective.

Now I honestly understand remorse,
may natural healing takes course.
I pray these thought's are not reoccurring
and for these nonsense emotions to stop sturring.

Ignorance in disaster

Clouds, can't take anymore,
Waves, crash upon shore,
Winds, bellow into a roar,

The hypnotic eye beckons me in,
The hot waters cope with my skin,
drowning without a care,
no indications of my depth,
one thing me and this world share,
a slow and painful death.


Social Labatomy

A somber wind, upon an aura-less gallow.
A rancorous mind, upon an euphemistic shadow.
Once destined future, ended in the past.
Reminded torture, forgotten too fast.

Tethered to deletorious knives,
fulfilling only it's master, and time!
Astranged from injurious lives,
repelling all disaster, at it's prime!

Oh! Pugnacious bliss, wounded from the start...
Woe! Rambunctious remiss, a bloodless pumping heart.

This useless function, the depressive acquire.
A horrific injunction, against the mind's desire...

[Mafoo]

wow

really deep stuff mang.

mind if i keep this quoted,
"I deny the false appeal of affection,
synergisticly, declining that of deception.
We are all apathetic stems,
facing the direction of the desired luminance."

[Smaerd]

Anything can be quoted from here as long as you give it it's name "Jamie Dreems" or "Smaerd", which is my new pen-name. Thanks for enjoying it, it means a lot.

[Mafoo]

your wishes will be respected.

[Pharm Girl]

Absolutely stupendous.......... ...~

A visit to this simple form of compassion,
has securely altered my perspective.

It sure has for me................es pecially after the walk in the Park.

[Pharm Girl]

May I do my thing with a few of those phrases?

I'd like to put my own little twist in the pot!

[Smaerd]

do it just if sensible add some credit to meh.

[Smaerd]

Dawn
sleeping past dawn,
my head must have gone,
life pours out my veins,
living with horrible stains,
of digging the knife deeper,
watching the climb get steeper,
waiting for it to end,
this is the last minute you'll ever spend,
wrath flows out,
watching another human die,
in doubt..

The Infinite
The words that have not been spoken, are eating me alive,
The only way to end it is to forget my doubts, and let it out
As the words flow my mind punishes my lips,
Ending it now is to magnify the pain,
May the wound never end the gain,

My stomache quivers in this hell,
Trapped inside my own prison cell,
The life I lived is forever more,
Though the lock remains upon the door,
Searching through the abyss,
Finding no solution, leaves me far short of bliss,

Maybe the solution is the end,
To writhe up in a ball...
knowing that this death is only a stall,

as the candle goes out,
the flame is rekindeled,
the response ends my pout,

Waiting, intoxicated with fear,
Maybe the answer wasn't as it appeared?
So it turns out the truth isn't near.

Free-write: Microcosm.
I am but a useless void of copied data out of a stream of public information. Deep sleep, transfers to an epitome of hollow breath and shuteyes. We were raised upon fantasy and it was all our imagination, that lead us to think that we were critical. By mere fate we had opportunity to colonize this Earth. Just scattered thoughts; it is time for me to leave this pitiful microcosm.

The route of my exit, is fast, and is senseless. Maybe some will take it lighter than I, but it is no matter, time has come upon me as everything else in the future…

The razor was reflective, and clearly showed crevice of the stressed Ulnar artery. With little hesitation, it was drawn forward and struck quickly downward, parallel to the forearm. The crimson life bearing liquid every mammal is aware of, spewed with a pulsating rhythm identical to the rate of a racing heart. Waiting and flailing it’s opposite arm as if it were to alleviate the nerve’s sensations but before a howl could begin to echo through the room, it was over. The absent thought, hunched over, lump of bent corpse, was already away from the living.


Date: 7/01/2007
Source: Cambrade Molecular Mechanics Laboratory

Arid, the spectator solemnly admired the Hydrogen atom. How Hydrogen can form the bonds and yet sustains other elements from one another, was irrelevant to the thought process. A plausible greater purpose was finally being decrypted from these minute atoms. Although it was shrugged away as the final word of the journal entry was entered.

[Smaerd]

today is a slow day for writing. But I am trying something more positive right now, heres what I just scratched up. I don't think my style really fits the more positive side so any reviews is appreciated on this last piece.

Whether the Weather is Whatever
Doesn't matter what weather we're haviiin'
Doesn't matter what car's may be passiin'
Just keep moving your feet
make your way down that street

Just get up an out there
cuz theres great people to meet.
No one really could even give a care,
'bout which way you decided to wear
your life given hair.
There's so many great people.

Remmember what your best friends said
"The truth never hurts 'til your ego is too big"

and don't you ever forget what you thought of last night
"C'mon now no need to cry:
Brush that rain from your eye,
those selfish traits have gotta die,
there ain't even a rain cloud in the sky.
Time for you and me to wake up and just try."

Doesn't matter what weather we're haviiin'
Doesn't matter what jacket your wearinnn'
Just keep moving your feet
make your way out and get on down that street

[Smaerd]

Doctors Offce
Eyeing human anatomy,
This is not me.
I am not that,
a diagram with diagnoses.
I am alive, and conscious,
I AM INFINITE,
and if I wasn't?
I wouldn't even "BE",
in this hierarchy.

The madness of spectral life,
the stability of a sharpened knife.

What is reality,
when it is based on perception?
Which is based on previous sensation,
and previous memory?

It is but a worm in an endless mound of dirt.
Eating the excrement of the same species so inert.
Thought spawns, natural chemicals,
emotions, producing truth.
Such ill repute.

{EDIT} Fixed some of the words and dictation. Yesterday I was a bit tipsay whilst writing this into yahooka.

[Smaerd]

Juxtaposition of Physical Conditions
Scratching the ivy itch,
flashback, a year before.
That same vein, the same pain.
Instead of a whole in the skin,
there is a lump.

[Mercury]

nice work smaerd. real progressive on that human error satisfaction. i've never seen anything like it.

[Smaerd]

Thanks mercury, I am gonna turn that into a song. Surprisingly I thought you wouldn't ever be down with my writing. Thanks everyone!

[spicoli]

i love the dark stuff. it's great.
only someone who has truely suffered can write like that.
keep it up.