ben-dubois
American
Hey there, my name is Ben DuBois, but you can just call me Ben DuBois. I'm 19 and from Massachusetts but I'm currently living on campus at the University of New Haven in Connecticut double majoring in Music Industry and Music & Sound Recording. / / I write what is on my mind for the most part and gain inspiration from personal experiences. Send me messages and write reactions to my work. I love hearing what people think of my poetry. / / If you are on Tumblr please check out and follow my poetry blog http://poems-and-lyrics.tumblr.com/ if you like it, where I post all kinds of poetry from all different writers.
I should have given you
That dance you wanted
All that time ago
I should have given you that dance.
It was so long ago now…
But with you gone forever
The regret hits hard.
The thoughts shouldn’t be a concern
But with your death
The regret and the memories
They hit hard.
We were only kids…. Not even teenagers
But I must have been
Such a **** at the time…
I should have given you
Just one dance…
It’s probably all you wanted.
And now in hindsight
I can’t even apologize
These thoughts shouldn’t be of concern
But with your death
The memories… of how I acted
… We were only kids, not even teenagers
But I should have given you
That dance you wanted
All that time ago…
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:15 AM UTC
Your shadow’s taller
Than you, that doesn’t make you
Any better, sorry
May 28, 2012
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
This probably isn’t too surprising to you
But your shadow only gets bigger
As the day goes on,
But that doesn’t mean your brain does,
or your skill,
or the “coolness” of that outfit you’re wearing.
Maybe you should train your body and your brain
to be bigger,
Rather than talking about it being so.
How long will it take for you to realize
That actions speak louder than words
And your words aren’t worth saying
Unless you got those actions to back them up?
Maybe then… and only then
Can your words be worth telling
And your words be worth hearing
But probably not…
Because eventually your shadow will disappear
As the day turns into night
Sorry
May 28, 2012
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
If I could go back
To when I made my choices,
The choices that led to everything today
I probably would’ve done nothing different.
‘Cause I still probably wouldn’t have stopped myself…
But no matter what
… no matter what…
the guilt will always be the death of me.
I guess in my past
I’ll always have been too ignorant
Too blind
Too stupid,
To see what I was doing.
Even though I knew it was wrong
I didn’t know it was wrong,
Which makes no sense,
But what does it matter?
It all happened anyways.
This guilt will be the death of me
The past will ALWAYS be the death of me.
So all I have left is you, and only you.
You never left
Even when you should’ve
And I never left
Even when I should’ve
So all I have left is you
This guilt
… and you.
April 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
What a night
What a night
What a night.
Such a strange night
And I’m not sure what to think.
Maybe the darkness of this night has gotten to me.
Maybe I‘m just losing myself suddenly,
My world crumbling around me.
As I wait, wait, wait
In my alone lonely loneliness.
Among everyone…
There is only one real solution
And it’s two hours away…
… two HOURS away!
Maybe the darkness of this night,
This particular night
Has gotten to me.
Maybe my world is crumbling around me.
So here I am, my antisocial, lonely self
With the only cure being
Two ******* hours away
What a night
What a night
What a night…
April 19, 2012
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
I’m happy
But I’m interested
I’m happy
But I’m interested,
Interested in what makes others unhappy.
I’m happy myself
But I’m interested in how others can be sad
Mad,
Happy, any emotion, really.
What makes people tick?
How can people be happy?
How can people be sad?
How can people be mad?
Emotion is such a touchy subject,
Well… not physically… but we all feel it.
I guess it makes me sad
When others are sad
And it just makes me wonder…
Wonder how they got to that point…
Maybe I shouldn’t care,
I mean they’re only strangers.
But I wonder,
I wonder…
I wonder,
Because I’m interested.
Does that make me unhappy?
April 9, 2012
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 12:55 AM UTC
As I sit here
In this car
Wishing I were there
For just one more day
To hug you once more.
Same state
Farther away is what we have.
Near yet far enough.
How long do I have this time until I say goodbye?
How short is the hello?
Not long enough, not nearly long enough
… sums it up nicely.
This distance has been our poison
As of yet.
This distance has been our poison
Our rattlesnake,
Scorpion,
Poisonous spider.
it stings us over and over
This distance
This distance… a deadly disease
Our ******* disease
How long do I have until I say goodbye?
How short is the hello?
This distance has been our poison
I hope we find the cure soon.
March 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 7:04 PM UTC
Did I forgive too quickly?
I guess only time will tell.
Things are getting better
As I have you back now.
I know you regret everything.
But I’m always here
Always here,
I can’t let you go.
Maybe I’m stupid
Maybe I’m too nice
Maybe I’m too forgiving
And trustworthy
But I know deep down
You won’t do it again.
Now you can live in your regret,
Much like me.
That thought is a little dark
But I’m glad you see your light now,
Since I’ve let you walk over me before.
Maybe I’m stupid
Maybe I’m too nice
Maybe I’m too forgiving
But I can’t let you go,
Even if I try…
March 12, 2012
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
A man and a woman,
Husband and wife
Walk down the street
Together in the city, living the life.
They approach a small art gallery
Where they stop to peer in.
The window contains a few
Of the paintings found within.
To the side, on the wall
An innocent view from behind
The husband looking over,
Hoping his wife won’t mind.
Another painting in the window
Has interested the woman
Despite the fact that the man
Just doesn’t seem a fan.
They move along, continuing on
Down the street, not a thought at all
I wonder, had the husband been yelled at
For peering at the painting on the wall?
Had she even noticed at all?
March 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
The stains of red
The lines of scars
Cover the skin
Where you chose to inflict your pain
The scars of a life gone wrong
The scars of an unfortunate happening
The scars of mistakes gone terribly wrong
I don’t get it personally
I’ve never done it…
Never wanted to
What does it take for one to hurt oneself physically?
It seems it would only make the pain worse…
Rather than better
In my own experience
I fear pain
Avoid pain
What does it take for one to embrace it?
What does it take for one to decide
That the solution to mental pain
Is to turn it physical?
It always saddens me to hear and see it happening
I wonder what went wrong
Their stains of red,
Line of scars,
Covering the skin.
March 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC