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Ben Holders Jul 2013
And my heroes uses to sit on tall pedestals
Above normal men
But they reached too high into the sky
The statues of my mind
Reached the sun and ignited
Turned to ash
And fell at my feet.
Heros made men
Once more at my feet
Able to sin like men should
On the dirt from which we all come
Ben Holders Jul 2013
Forget what you learned in the night  

The youth do not have it right

The wine plays tricks on young mortals

In the late moonlight

When reason was lost  

And caveman instincts run wild

And I think I want to rest awhile

But the youth will not rest

And the youth will scream you awake

And the youth will give you drugs

And the youth will fill you with worth

And the youth will leave you be

Only when the youth has burned you up

My body is on fire

And the youth dance in my light

The youth came last night

Like all nights, and they begged to dance in my light

I begged to dance in their light
Ben Holders Jun 2013
I have so many

dreams in my ******  head.

They swell and flow and

jumble all at once trying to get out.

Creatures of my design

I have colors dripping from walls in my mind

Walls the lock me from my own kind

I stumble and fall and bruise my ego

On every little slipup

Every little conversation

The words are there on the tip of my tongue

They sit and rot

And then they become the words I should have said but forgot

There is a world I want to show

To let out and have it freely mingle

But there is a wall between me and

What I want to be.

It casts a shadow and I droop from lack of sun

people start to say I am not very much fun

It casts a shadow and dulls the colors

Kills the creatures of my mind

I watch them die all the time.
Ben Holders Apr 2013
Lennon said come together over me
And then he sank back into the dirt
He said to love
we said make his blood spurt

Tragic angels
are what we crave.
Like poor John
Plunged into an early grave.
There is a reason he started dressing like Jesus in 73
Ben Holders Apr 2013
You are no more flawed than the Auroras.
No more evil than wind flowing over the hills.
There is nothing lacking in the winding of a lake's bank

You are the naturally occurring phenomena
of atoms becoming apes
**And you are beautiful.
Ben Holders Apr 2013
I have nothing to add
Nor change or even stage
To make sense of
Anything.
Even my own words.
Ben Holders Apr 2013
I will never apologies
for the actions of my hedonistic heart.

And my life is rented space
to portray my demonistic art.

Of bottles empty and broken,
of girls sleeping soundly in a room of people
People spending time to waste it away
like so many nights before

The quit rebellion that squelches itself
when the body begins to
die faster than intended.

But the ******* feels like ecstasy
scrapping my nose

And the ***** tastes like nothing.
And my soul feels heated and ready to die.
Ready to die for a little more joy.

And the night
And for all children
Who are at home
Sleeping
Safe
bored
To tears
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