I Am My Own Error Of Delight Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Words spilled
Out of the comfort zone
In spite, out of spite
The spirit of error
Feeling ever so magically blithe


An enigma is forged
Into the barren whole attained
Marking obscured royalty
An enimic enlightenment
Into the source of an error self
Acclaimed haze of self ignition


I am who I am
Flawed and untamed
An enemy to perfection
Battling all that is typical
Differing from everything
Typical, always
Striving to be the same


Mis spilled deeds
The comfort zone non existent
Dyslexic enhanced insight
The venture of error
Staying grounded
Whilst taking flight


I shun the left
I laugh at the right
My directions are my own
Nothing ever similar
Writing my peace
Upon this signature direction,
I own

Can anyone understand me?


I came from the dark
Looking to shine in the light
Only a mystery to the blind
A walking riddle of self
Basking on the pleasures
Of finding out who truly understands, me


I spill these words
I agitate each verb
Each noun feeling absurd
Inside the deepest depths
Of my own world


Full of error
For the worst, for the better
Welcome to my own clunk filled endeavor
Living on a flawed delight


Do you know who I am?
I am the black star
That shines so very bright


In the dark
Taking flight
Alien haven
Unidentifiable insight
Into the vast wastelands
Of everyone's mind


Spelt affliction
Everything jumbling
In the spirit of spite
Juking and duking
The normal qou
This was always my destination
I am a huge flaw
So proudly devoid
Upon my very own life


Feeling happy
Smiling strong
Living life in the wrong
Striving for unpredictability
In the wasteland
Of my own delight


My creative comfort zone is dead
And I am so full of life


In the spirit of spite
All is so wrong
That it feels so right


I love writing contradictions
Joyfully attracting afflictions
The pen is mine to weave
The errors that I pay homage
With my own life


Everything is so wrung
That it feels so write


I am happily never after
Forever an unatural disaster
So slowly going faster
In a whirlwind of my own disaster
And U could not happier
Could not be any more
Prideful
Of this enigmatic life


I am so far in the dark
That I shine so very brightly


I am proud of myself
And the errors of this
Very life


This is me
I am free
Freedom of going anywhere
Where I will always be loved in spite


Always evolving
Shapshifting delight
Always doing what is write


An error to most
These words I chose
So proud I feel
In plight


I am always grounded
Taking flight


I am my own error of delight!