Enjoy the little things in life.
The smell of a rose, the petrichor of the earth after a rainfall.
The sunset & sunrise, it seems everyone forgets this life is but a breeze in the grass.
Of times to come & times to pass.

Beautiful isn't it? How fragile life can be.
I can be gone in an instant, the clock will tick.. tick on
Don't be discouraged by all that life brings.
Like the bad, there will always be good.
Just as it should.

as the mouth tries to speak
words of  damaged love
letters swept away by
imperceptible humanity rippling on the edges of the winds
where the girl swings
between unknown wings
and ruthless silence
as the facade bites her skin

Deserted wastelands
a mere memory for me
Try not to take too much time
Reminiscing of darker days
I find my self-basking in positive rays
The sunlight shines on my face
Feel the warmth in the form of a wave
The heat that hits my skin
Heats me up within
Where holes in my soul once laid
The stitched up scars now faded
I've been rejuvenated
The torment that taunted me inside
I've erased it
Memories cleared for new images
Now a rebooted system
Refreshed, I'm ready for new heights
I'm ready for new moments
To be captured through these eyes
Thinking all these positive thoughts
Now I can share all that I've been taught
All those battles I'd fought
now on display
In this museum filled with words
These are all the things I've learned
What it took to get here was earned
And well deserved

©2018 Written By Benji James

I see poetry in waking up every day feeling your breath in the back of my neck.

I see poetry in the smell of eggs, bacon and lemonade in the kitchen while I shower.

I see poetry in my wallet where your picture always is.

I see poetry in the morning when I step outside and you wave good bye.

I see poetry in our messages and every little reminder that you love me still.

I see poetry in your body as you slowly undress for me.

I see poetry in you, and me, like pen and paper, we both play our part.

So we make poetry in the sheets,
And we write it in our hearts.

This is about classmates who would medicate because they had to much on their plates.

They were in constant debate, with school, social and family life they

couldn't equate and no one could see they were under enormous weight trying to please people by being great.

Now full of confusion and delusion, life they started to hate so they would self medicate.

Not knowing The Beast was lying in wait for them to open the gate and it was going for Checkmate.

They thought it would dissipate if they could regulate but kept finding more reasons to celebrate and it would only escalate.

The Beast would now dictate when to medicate. They found to late they were dealing with a Super Heavy Weight.

They were devastated and stagnated, living in complete disgrace. Then along came the beautiful face of Grace.

People who could relate and demonstrate how it's ego you can deflate and change your fate.

They became captivated, then dedicated now donating their time educating.

So beware, when you self medicate you'll open the gate and release a Super Heavy Weight. CHECKMATE