One and the Same

I once heard repeated, you only lose what you cling to. only have what you can’t lose, only keep what’s thrown at you. So I slid my fingers apart & toyed with the strings around your heart until, they fell loose against your frame, like shackles unchained, but not quite the same see, love & freedom were once one in the same.

What inspires your poetry?

Life, love, and relationships. (Not always my own though)

Ask me anything

Form Spring

Because I get too many emails to respond to I have added an "ask me box"  so I ask away and  I will gladly reply.

Daddy's Little Girl

“Got to be there..”, J5 is the soundtrack to this scene, and it seems like this elation usually comes only in dreams, but this is real indeed, and the only news i need is the knowledge of the safety of my seed. One of life’s simple pleasures waddling all around me, all she really knows is, “PEEKABOO! YOU FOUND ME!”, but her beauty astounds me, this little cutie is truly a display of perfection, she arrays with affection, and its amazing how someone with no experience in life’s tests can teach you about life lessons. She doesn’t know if I’ve had a bad day, and even if I did, when I see her face, all the pain fades away. She doesn’t understand why the clouds are gray, but when it rains, shes the first one in her boots, outside to play. I must say, when I reflect, I attest that the greatest moment of my life yet was when I was asleep on the couch…and she came and nodded off on my chest..

Her eyes so wide, and yet she knows so little of the world…but all she really needs to know is that she’s daddy’s little girl….

Role Reversal

sometimes i don’t want to be the one trying
so i’ve decided that i no longer will be the one
trying.
instead, i’ll be the selfish one that
isn’t quite ready.
i’ll be the one with all of the wants
& needs to be met,
meeting none in return.
i’ll be the one in charge because
i’ll love the least,
& you…

well,
you can be me.

Missed Her

missed her. missed her in ways that mirrored the absence a chest might feel without a heart, she beat me black & blue with her absence, like a pulse gone silent. her image was silence, i couldn’t remember her face but never forgot her smile. never forgot her laugh, couldn’t remember her voice but i never forgot her, words.

Twitter Case Files # 71

@Writinmywrongz

DM: XXX_XXX

Yo boy jus tryin to see if  XXXXXXXXXXX is you becuz I c you talmbout she yo best friend on twitter. Nigga  I fucked with her back in the day. Just thought I’d let you know

17 Oct at 00:06

Okay I am back with another episode of Twitter Case files aka buffoonery. Look at this fuckery above. Much like the previous case file so much is wrong with this DM; I can’t even begin to start. First off, what nigga DM’s another nigga?! Do you know the height of "gaydom," this brings? And I don’t mean gay homosexual I mean derogatory fag gayness.

 *excuse me while I turn my hat around and become hood for one moment*  

(Clears throat) Nigga the fuck is you tellin’ me this bullshit for? If you fucked with her back in the day and I am supposedly fuckin’ with her now. One of us didn’t do our job bitch and since I got her……seems obvious which one of us is losin' ol' bitch ass nigga.

*Turns hat back around – furthermore you are DM’ing a man. (Kat Williams voice) Bitch I’m a boy!  #icant with you jealous bitches (Kat Williams voice again) Niggas is bitches too…. Do better.

#Case Closed

Untitled

you always reminded me of a sparrow. strength in the length of wings, you were always so free. always so, free-falling as if gravity himself couldn’t hold you back. you were always so, clean. in that “cover me in earth” kind of way, in that “miracle of birth” kind of way. you were deep, & i dug you. buried my lungs under lines dedicated to needing you, & i was breathing you, were always like air. exactly like life, you were always so fair.....

Call me Cocky...Fuck it I'm honest.... A poem by Christian Smith Jr

my speech ain’t bravado,
so don’t assume i’m being cocky when i tell you there’s no he that will love you better. there is no him that will hold you longer, miss you stronger — long for you harder — this man doesn’t exist.

i’m conflicted — somewhere between confidence & wisdom,
there ain’t a man alive with more pride to swallow. no better lover will come tomorrow because there is no dude that will love you like this. see past the bullshit, disregard the arguments, & love you regardless. you won’t find him because he doesn’t exist.
he can’t. 

i was created to love you in ways undocumented. i made it through grade school, passed every year, & grabbed that diploma. i snagged papers clearly stating that i spent twelve years & then some learning to love you like this.

Hey you....

hey you
— fireflies light up every walkway graced with your presence, & i can’t help but imagine times where starlight illuminates night skies & we hold hands. granted i’m not a fan of dramatic romantics, but for you, i’d make magic happen. call you at exactly 11:12, on friday the 13th, just so you know that good things happen during bad times & i wasn’t exactly alive until i looked into your eyes. i was just living.

hey you
— butterflies transform into doves & my stomach is soaring in suggestions of love. & i could be overstepping my line, but i, think about you all the time. i, can’t wait to be close to you, & we can do sap shit like, ride the train with no destination in mind. i, can’t wait to be bound up &, wrapped tight in your embrace. i’ve never been one to debate with fate. you’re the queen in this card game of faith…

hey you
— i dream of your face.

You're wrorth it

i only hug you like you’ll disappear
because i’m afraid you will tonight,
& they say good things don’t last forever,
but i’m thinkin better might.
because you’re something like,
a hybrid.
you’re amazing’s cross with perfect.
missing you is painful,
but you’re worth it.

Morning Feet Upside Down...... ode 2 u

i like the way you,
confuse things.
like this notion i had,
beforehand,
that you’d be just a you,
& i’d be just a me,
but you place things a little differently.
like waking up in the morning, &
feeling your eyes all over my
face, hands under me, body close
to me.
like smiling in the afternoon,
glorious smiles from
my fingertips grazing
lion’s mane &
sunshine.
that made no sense, but you
make no sense.
you with me makes,
perfect sense, because you
confuse things.
heart in the clouds,
hands on the ground,
morning feet upside
down.

I have known you all along

I have known you all along

Still I am reminded of the moment we met
and the only sight that could
ever contend to be as beautiful
was the vision of you walking away because
us parting meant that we were once connected
and what could be as beautiful as that

A bittersweet picture
forced inside a regretful frame of mind
And I am reminded...

You told me I flirted
dangerously close along the lines of being
everything you ever wanted
and maybe the reason I pushed
you away is because I was
terribly frightened at even
the mere thought
of being that close
to eternity

I could almost touch it

I never told you but,
thousands of years before
we were ever
formally introduced I had
already considered spending
the rest of my lives
with you

Yes, In past times I knew...

I watched from afar as you
played your guitar;
swayed with the crowd making
occasional eye contact
hoping you would notice but
you never broke your focus

And in faraway lands
I was the sand beneath
your feet

Even then I adored you, and although we had yet to meet...
I was reminded of every word you ever said to me

The only thing that
ever came close to
sounding as sweet
was the tone of your
voice as you whispered goodbye
to me because
your difficult farewell
only meant that
parts of you
desired to
stay

Maybe the reason I pushed
you away is because I was
terribly frightened at even
the mere thought
of being that close
to eternity

I could almost touch it

I never told you but
The first night you said
you loved me I looked
into your eyes and I swear
to everything
I saw forever staring back
at me

The air reeked of fear

And the only thing
that ever frightened me to
that degree was
the idea of you leaving and
never coming back

It reminds me of the moment we
met and suddenly
I am no longer
afraid of touching eternity

(You told me that it was
the only possible way
you could ever stay)

“I do”

And you’ll never believe me but
I have known it all along

Visions of Me...

…Remind yourself. Nobody built like you, you design yourself… - Jay Z

I never got to tell you...

Dear Christian Gabriel Smith Sr.

When I was little….I always wanted to wear your shoes because in our house you were superman, the one person who no matter what the world threw at him, could always save the day.  You are not just my father you are my hero; the man who taught me that it is ok to cry just as much as it is ok to laugh; for that I am eternally grateful beyond words. Thank you for teaching that a man will make mistakes but what’s important is our ability to fix those mistakes. Thank you for teaching me how to love openly and honestly I will forever cherish those teachings. 

As I got older….I always wanted to wear your shoes because you were like the Batman to my Robin… teaching me, loving me, and allowing me to grow as an individual. Your strength could not be measured by weights and your height could not be measured by a number. To me, my father, you were bigger than life.  I watched you bury your best friend, my mother and praise God for giving you the opportunity to love her; how can I measure up to man you are? 

When I am older… I will still want to wear your shoes because you inspired me to reach for the unattainable, to break the mold and be a man. To love, to live, to enjoy….to praise God in good and in bad. To be thankful for what I have, share with those who don’t, and work for what I want. 

I never got to tell you then so I will tell you now…I always wanted to wear your shoes daddy because you are my hero and I miss you so much.

With love,

Christian Gabriel Smith Jr. 

PS.

I hope my son wants to wear my shoes. 

Twitter Case Files Case # 45

@WritinMyWrongz

So, I find myself receiving more than my share of DM’s on twitter. Most are spammed messages encouraging me to, “please check out the hottest new track,” *rolls eyes* do I look like a music producer? Truthfully homie what can I do for your music? Not a damn thang moving along!  In the midst of that I get a lot of random questions that I have decided to start randomly answering here in my new posts that I will call – The Twitter Case Files.

When time permits, I will add a screen shot but since I have already taken up enough time explaining the Twitter Case files, we will forgo that this time.

DM: XXXXXXXX

Hey you how have you been? Anyways i need to ask u a question..honestly would u be interested in talking to me on a different level?? Like I sn yo tweets n you sexci and the type of man I could really make happy sexually.

Ok look at this above fuckery. So much is wrong with this DM. You don’t even know me…seriously you just DM’d me the ass? Also please use correct grammar when dm’ing me your ass. Oh and one more thing – what do I say in 140 characters that indicated the two of us would be great fuck buddies; because essentially that is what you just proposed.

We have to do better… #icant case closed.

Christian G. Smith

I grab a pencil and draw my name on the atmosphere
So the Hollywood sign isn't the only thing that will appear
No plane can smear
My artistic ability because whatever I produce is permanent
So at the end of the day that is not even a fear
Dear Home,
They say the house is where the heart is
I will always love you but I finally broke the "barbed wire"
By the hands of the most high so I can go higher
I broke the prison bars
So I have no other option but to go far
They say the sky is the limit
So the next time you see me I'm going to be moon walking on Mars
Matter of fact...
I'm going to spark up this dream at a gas station running through landmines
Hoping that this vision of mines will blow up in time
Doubters say I'm insane
For me wanting to go on this Midnight Plane
Saying that I'm never gonna make it beyond the boarder
But if the days get colder
My passion will be the motor
For my drive, my automobile
So the one's after me can feel
The pride, the determination, the lust
the rush of a dream but the spotlight is not a must
But before
I get on this plane I'm just gonna keep this small little hope
SO to end this letter....
Home, I will always love you
But love can wait, I got a dollar and a dream
And I will go broke...

I am Christian G. Smith Jr.

A love poem to my distant lover...

staring into your stained glass
each picture tells your story.
curiosity,
beckoning my heart's wonder.
enlighten subtle kisses
to the back of wishful hands
so that you,
do away with meaningful sorrows of a once
distant lover... that is me...
personified molecular imbalances
of this four chambered soul
and yours,
become one in the same.
prescribe me the remedy,
for your love sickness is contagious.

One Liners...

Your hands,
they nurture the sunshine of my rainy yesterdays
and conceive clouds that overcast your worlds imperfection....

Dear Poet

poet...
your words slither through my blood stream
as if i'm addicted to your metaphoric infested stanzas
your, brilliantly put phrases glisten behind boastful eyes
reading through the cracks of my inner bosom
you reflect my past as if you knew me.
i linger on your every word because it all makes sense.
if your words could jump off the page and into my hands
i would embrace them with the tips of my tongue
only enough to taste your inner spirit
and if so, your words would truly become my story.

poet...
i've longed for someone to touch me this deep
longed for someone to strip me naked and reveal my flesh
because under my skin,
the scars never seemed to surface.
they never made it out to breathe for air
my scars never had the chance to heal
until your words anointed them.
your medicine has my heart beating a thousand miles an hour
tachycardia could be the death of me...
but let me die because i'm ready to be a chapter in your story.

poet...
your words reflect my prayers
answering them as if you were god himself...
you are my calling.
sometimes i tend to believe that you are unreal.
i tend to believe that the blood that pours out of your skin
are already created into words so that all you have to do is stamp your paper
and your heart felt emotions will permanently stay
i love reading you,
hearing you,
wanting you...
poet.