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Benjamin Woolley Nov 2011
Do you know what it's like,
Do you sit,
Just as I do,
In coffee shops and apartments,
Thinking of the smile
That could be?

I think that you don't.
I think that you sit there waiting,
Waiting for my thoughts to overcome me,
To gather behind my eyes
And weigh heavy on my mouth.

I could give in,
I could momentarily surface
In your sea of concerns,
But then you'd let me sink away,
And I'd sink back into you.

Your words will never have
the same weight as mine,
Nor your touch,
Nor your smile
And I want not to care for you
as I do,
But I do.
I love you.
Benjamin Woolley Oct 2011
Breaths of Liquid O2,
Too thick to speak,
Where you drown
And feel fully alive.

Heat and burn like a reactor.
Expression radiates and pools
(So Freudian),
Then you Submerge,
Choke Gurgle Spew
Run in desperate aspiration,
Always faster
Or lie still,
Drink antiseptic,
And try to cut it out.

Hot fever,
Wash me in you,
Steam rising from bodies
Cures like a lightening rod,
Pull me into you,
Ground me.

We quake and thunder.
Explosive storms twist space
And save gravity,
Let time tick, and affection unwind me.
Benjamin Woolley Oct 2011
She is the antecedent to my happiness,
The center of my universe,
My sun.
When she lights my days,
The world is dressed in warmth
And even nights may hold her glow,
Reflected in tender memory
of promise and affection.

But this is a dark night.
I sit in bright illumination
And I know it dark
By the lack of beauty in bland colors
Not even a billion billion ball of burning light
Can make the world radiant.
Benjamin Woolley Jul 2011
Bursting taps
Like broken feet
Crack,
Droning a beat.
Exclamations and hearts.

Facebook Frankenstein:
Nerves made senseless,
By hyperbolic sentiments.
Stripped as wires,
Latex skin and a rib removed,
Bringing the heart close to the keys.

Orchestrated wires and pulleys
Raising muscles like curtains.
Brushing ***** bleached hair,
Catching fingers like paper cuts.

A hollow form,
Designed in California,
Approved in New Jersey,
And made in some sweat shop.

Flash your smile,
Take your soma,
Dream of MTV;
You're the nightmare of my society.
Benjamin Woolley Jun 2011
A pretty girls blush,
Is a young boy's badge,
To wear as a smile,
That's really a mask.

Playing at love,
The game without rules.
Plucking dates for daisies,
Inside, a fool.

Run round the playground,
Chase girls, make them cry.
All of your insults
A beating lie.

Kiss girls, lest they spoil,
As I wish I'd mine.
Instead I called her stupid
And watched our love die.
Benjamin Woolley Apr 2011
I followed the tide
Into the sea
And now I feel
Her tug on me.

I followed the tide
For want of her feel,
Of soft frothy foam
And currents warm,
And feel her I do,
Tugging on me.

I followed the tide
When she was in,
In her I played,
As sun traversed sky
In her I stayed.

I followed the tide,
To bring her back
And now I'm with her,
In the black.
Benjamin Woolley Apr 2011
Lit by my eyes
Your cigarette lips
Purse and draw deep,
Dragging me close.

Inhaling me slow
And catching my breath,
Your words like a cocktail
But I'll tie the stems.

Mingle like scents,
around us they mate,
Two lotus pair lips
We both must taste.
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