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653 · Jan 2017
her
Ben Buckley Jan 2017
her
she has a nose piercing
and those green eyes.
i'll never forget how they shake uncontrollably
fascinating.
the sound of her voice has
my stomach lifted by the tornado in my head
and all i can do is
stutter and blush.
uncontrollably.
like those green eyes
i'm really in love with a girl who has green eyes that shake and imthey fascinate me to no end.
577 · Jul 2016
Five Minutes
Ben Buckley Jul 2016
A busker played a song which reminded me of you
and as I turned to see
the world metamorphosed into a canvas
washed with
dull greys and silhouettes,
inviting me to paint on it my nostalgia.
Melancholy surges, and I fill my head
with images of coffee jars filled with your name.
I chalk you onto my Christmas list, and let my eyes swim in their sockets.
My favourite sport is playing with the thought of having you again.

Five minutes might change everything.
I'm not sure what this poem resembles, but that's the beauty of it. Read between the lines and you will find empty space. There's nothing to it.
272 · Jul 2016
love is not taboo
Ben Buckley Jul 2016
i love you
wait...
did you hear that?
That is the sound of nothing changing.
The sound of life continuing its story,
The wind progressing its journey.
Nothing has changed.
But...
Did you feel that?
The feeling that; the Earth is still
rotating.
love is not taboo.
To be in love is not a crime.
So why treat it as such?
I told you: I love you.
And nothing,
has changed.
I wrote this because I recently told a friend of mine I loved her. Her reaction caused me to reflect massively, as she begun shunning me: She no longer returns my calls, replies to my texts, and never seems to have a free day to make plans. I told her I love her, and she overreacted.
I feel that too many people are afraid to express their true feelings, in fear of having things not go their way, but: Nothing will go your way if you don't put yourself out there. Be brave. After reflecting, I realised that giving her time to process it all and form a conclusion would be the best thing to do. Now I have no control over what will come next but that's okay with me, what happens, happens. Don't be scared to tell someone you love them, you may only get one chance to do so (not to sound morbid or anything)
134 · Jan 2019
with you
Ben Buckley Jan 2019
does the world melt away
escape down the nearest black hole
with time
when the stars are in the sky
and you’re holding my hand?
just a lil poem i wrote for my gf hope u enjoy

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