❝We were living minds with dying hearts.❞

Flowing minds need pens and paper.

Welcome to Emerald City The gem of all nations A city on the floor of a wild ocean A place of wide imaginations Emerging from inspiration To dispute wrong notions About man's incapacitation.... Cover by DEVIATION- Welcome once again. Enjoy your stay

Just a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if only just for a moment. It's taken me a lot of balls (which I don't have) and late nights worrying about wether or not I should do this, but I dropped the metaphorical mic and said 'fuck it,' so lone and behold. The deepest and darkest parts of me.

The title says it all. {temporary} #109 in Poetry (11/28/16) Highest Rank ~ #95 in Poetry (12/12/16)

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.

Journey Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.