I wait here
I sit comfortable
With the most uncomfortable awating.

I don't wait for anything in particular,
Maybe I'm just getting psychotic
Obsessed,
Or just now fully understanding what an artist does
In particular a writer,
                          The bleed
                                  The invisible wounds
                                          The drinking
                                                 The foul sour mood.

I haven't been drinking that much
I've exercised like a maniac
And that might explain my couple-day-break from writing.

**** this
***** all the poems
Smash those beers
Even break my guitar

Just don' leave me waiting in vain.
Come with me, let's split the world into angels and demons
Let's blame them all
Let's play like little brats
Let's let the soul shine brilliantly
Let's smile, laugh and cry in the summer rain

Come bleed with me.

Bittersweet poetry why you call me at night
Sleeping just to make me ***** your holy ink.

Bittersweet poetry I'm only a child let me be
Don't mess this innocence you don't know.

All right I'm as innocent as you
Let me at least hold my breath
And after my bleed in thy honor, rest.

Ever lose that spark inside
A light slowly dies
Like a candle fading in the wind
And you've felt the sting
From love, you thought
You had found the one
And you're running
through the memories
Within your mind
You know you'll find
that healing with time

Looking around
Nobody to the left
Nobody to the right
Got no one to hold my hand
In sight
Can't turn back
I've been down that road
There's only one way
I've got to move forward

One foot placed
In front of the other
Baby steps
You can make it
My conscience keeps saying
Step by step
I'm gonna get there
Step by step
You'll see new faces
Step by step
You'll discover new places
You can make it
That's what my conscience keep saying

This damaged heart
It's still beating
Blurry eyed,
but visions still vivid
Think I can see a life
Without you in it
I may have stumbled,
Lost my stride
But you'll never break my pride
Gonna sweat this out
Work you out of my system
I think I've found my reason
To keep on living

Looking around
Nobody to the left
Nobody to the right
Got no one to hold my hand
In sight
Can't turn back
I've been down that road
There's only one way
I've got to move forward

One foot placed
In front of the other
Baby steps
You can make it
My conscience keeps saying
Step by step
I'm gonna get there
Step by step
You'll see new faces
Step by step
You'll discover new places
You can make it
That's what my conscience keep saying

Tears have run down these cheeks
Now I'm finally starting to see
There was no happy ending
For you and I
You weren't meant to walk
The same path as mine
Finally ready to let this go
Take a deep breath
And let it out
The end of the darkness
I can see it now
Let the sunshine brightly down
Soak it into your skin
Release your happiness from within

Looking around
Nobody to the left
Nobody to the right
Got no one to hold my hand
In sight
Can't turn back
I've been down that road
There's only one way
I've got to move forward

One foot placed
In front of the other
Baby steps
You can make it
My conscience keeps saying
Step by step
I'm gonna get there
Step by step
You'll see new faces
Step by step
You'll discover new places
You can make it
That's what my conscience keep saying

©2017 Written By Benji James

When stabbed by life
inside twists and turns
inside corridors of experiences, I bleed.
Bleed from heart onto page.
bleed with emotions that turn to words.
Some words bright red echo pain felt
when dark energies attacked self.
Other words pale are filled with emptiness
putting me in state of contemplation.

And as my breath bandages up my wounds,
I awake to see the sun rising.
I awake into the true gift of who I am...
A poet sage.

break me down to tiny pieces
like you always do
saw my bones in half with your contention,
sharp like a blade
kiss me with your razor-edged tongue
choke me with your greedy hands
pull me under, let me sink like a stone
let me bleed out this love I have for you
then sew me back up with your broken promises
burn the rough edges to make me look brand new

I don't write anything
Just see hidden reality
and feel deep,
the unsaid i read....

And, and

What people do to me
What breaks me
It fills my pen
And bleed.......

sometimes
in the midst
of a power struggle
i miss him

when my head
and my heart
do not feel my
consciousness
bleed for him