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 Jun 2013 Ben
L Smida
Do I
Selfishly
Take back
Each piece
Of myself
That I've carelessly
Given away
To be whole again?
Devastated by how
Dispersed my pieces are.
All over
Numerous
Detached
Hearts.
Notices not even
Conscious
About the pieces
Being gone
From their grip.
So why should
I leave my pieces
Behind
With people that
Aren't even acknowledgeable
Of such
Calamities?
Refusing to
Leave a sorry trail
When those
Pieces could fill
My holes.
Certainly
If the notice
Is overlooked
Then the rights
Belong to me
To have the pieces
Of my heart
Put back into place.
 Jun 2013 Ben
Cali
Ophelia, Ophelia,
voracious daydreamer,
how dare you
upset this delicate orbit.
your hands were the kiln
for my sloppy and misshapen mind,
but that was nothing,
relatively, compared to the way
your eyes reflected lost souls.
my dear, it's a catastrophe.

now when the moon chides me,
and the stars reek of your smile,
I run my hands across
the fronts of empty dresses
that you wore years ago.
Ophelia, Ophelia,
I recall the way your eyes shone
like the peak of madness
and how your shoulder blades
touched in a subtly avian manner.

how simple are the remnants
of your existence, of your melancholia,
I cling to them like a ***** to touch-
and I know they will bring you no closer.
stale shadows haunt my lingering eyes;
where you should be standing
I see only lost time.

Ophelia, Ophelia,
smoldering star in my hindsight,
stone in my chest-
I'm sad to see you go.
 Jun 2013 Ben
Cali
perpetually human
 Jun 2013 Ben
Cali
perpetually human,
romanticizing the madness
of a world that's come undone.
oil paintings of the sea
hang upon the walls of our minds
and we marvel at the sorrow
mimicking beautiful colors.

cryptic fingers stroke our egos
and tell us that we will persevere,
that we are the ******
of evolutionary prose.
lunar rays beam down on us,
shrouding us in a gentle glow
and we almost believe
that we could be infinite.
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