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Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
Is it poetry if I just let it go free?
Is it poetry if this is the truth to me?
Have I ever been in love or was it all a hoax?
Yeesh.
If heaven sits above then was our time all wasted grief?
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
Like putty or clay
always waiting for another day
only to wash away
in strong summer rain.
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
I went walking through my darkness
I heard the singing chorus
I heard the shuffle of those broken souls
I am haunted, I am haunted by you.

Now I'm bleeding just to feel alive
And breathing out another lie
This pain ignites a sorrow in my bones
I don't want this. I don't want this truth.

I found the light in my darkest hour.
Followed it into the tower
Where I found you in the deepest of holes
Lost within our fractured youth.

Pardon me I called below
You seem to have captured my lonely soul
I tossed you the glowing rope
And out you climbed, eyes aglow

Now this darkness is less whole
I see within a ray of hope
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
Petals like pages telling stories of the light
Roots buried deep, hidden in the night
Settle your rages and speak
Truth is found steeped among the wheat
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
You cannot be both the clouds and the rain.
Your silence is eating away at my brain.
I am falling.
Singing this light won't go away.
Night only serves to end the day.
You are calling.
Stone lips like fire in the shade.
You cannot be both the Sun and it's ray.
We are drowning.
In silent rain.
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
I woke up off Broadway.
Not that Broadway.
I made good on my farewell.
She said she would call.
I stumbled home in the morning light.
Hailed the sun as a friendly face.
The *** and ***** eked from my pores.
Leaving their mark on my muddled mind.
Like dirt in the puddle.
Oh how wasted my life has been.
I slept through the day.
Awoke in the early evening glow.
Refreshed and ready to take on the night again.
She didn't call.
She never called.
Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
Day to day, the great charade
Masks worn by day in plain
Pain washed away by casks
It's all a part of the Fake Parade

Blood soaked life grenade
Pounding away, offered up in hand
Man made and mad sounding
Tattered sleeve worn stained

Give it up for this Fake Parade
Give it up for mistakes made

No hook lines or chorus
Oh Lord, dearly departed
Discarded so clearly, Lord knows
They sing dead songs for us

Life is not a masquerade
Brave it all, show your face
Pace along into the grave
One more step in the Fake Parade

Give it up for this Fake Parade
Give it up for mistakes made
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