why don’t people see that every word has hidden thorns akin to those of a rose
if someone does know, why is there often no reaction
nothing real or meaningful, perhaps a half assed “how’re you?” without intent

people say my humor is cancerous
but the real disease is everyone's ignorance
to issues other then “who’s ******* who?”
nothing matters to you except yourself

and whilst i’m all for loving yourself
i won’t sit by while someone would rather
be in love with a substance
their only connection to themselves being a common love
for something that takes love away


but by all means, continue to send your backhanded snaps


because by that logic
when life crumbles around you like the ruins of a once great empire
it’s darwinism
“survival” of the fittest


if you care more for online “likes” hoping someone will like you
what makes you more human than someone without your online fame?


i know it may be too late
but if you ignore the small things in life
the greater your fall will be


and some people make that choice
calling others “snake”
only separates the wolves from the hens
people aren't nice

but neither am i
however, i won’t let that stop me from helping someone who needs it

i do stop to check on people
it’s not a matter of what we “should” do
but a matter of we must do
in essence, caring about other’s essences


if nothing matters to you
why post “like my recent”?
if that's what’s important to you then i don’t know what to say


to me you’re almost nothing
almost, because redemption is always a crutch
whether it be through peaceful, meditative prayer
or showing that you actually care

you are a fire, you are dynamite
but if you’re also the victim, don’t stay and wait
if you do, your knight will be way too late

this is the way the world ends
not by bombs, though they may play a large role
but because of ignorance to people's problems
that have answers so simple as, just to Listen

Every day, a new sentence
prepared in our heads
We try to plan out our lives
but they never coincide
I'm looking up to the sky
With all these questions why
thinking that I'll get answers in reply
I can't seem to think straight
Thought I had all this sense
But I can't find the change
And every day I check,
that a new day has come
But I'm a song stuck on repeat
one that sticks in your conscious for weeks

Why am I not living life the way I should
Seems I’m stuck in traffic Morning and night
Work all day just to come home to sleep away the night
Is this really all I'm meant to be
Used to think I was meant for greatness
Now I just can't see, that being me.
Feels like I've left this all too late
I came unprepared to storm this gate
Better turn back now,
just let this dream fade

Always thought greatness
was where my life would lead
But now I see, I didn't need greatness
To feel fulfilled and succeed
Thought fame would be away
To achieve everything I'd need
But fame just brings disaster
and attention I really don't want
So I think I can be happy with what I've got

And this is no real story
Just thinking out loud
Through fingers, I keep typing
Hoping this will connect
Maybe someone out there
Needs something to which they can relate
And I've felt those feelings
where you spiritually connect
In others writings, It's a talent
Which is a blessing to possess
I'm trying to find that spark
That helped me light up the dark
Haven't written in so long
But I know this is somewhere I belong

Why am I not living life the way I should
Seems I’m  stuck in traffic Morning and night
Work all day just to come home to sleep away the night
Is this really all I'm meant to be
Used to think I was meant for greatness
Now I just can't see, that being me.
Feels like I've left this all too late
I came unprepared to storm this gate
Better turn back now,
just let this dream fade

Always thought greatness
was where my life would lead
But now I see, I didn't need greatness
To feel fulfilled and succeed
Thought fame would be away
To achieve everything I'd need
But fame just brings disaster
and attention I really don't want
So I think I can be happy with what I've got

I've written a bunch of verses
Unfinished works, Sometimes it truly hurts
losing motivation for something
you once so dearly loved
It got you through all those hard times
Now you won't even take the time
To write out some lines,
think of some quips and rhymes
Try to define yourself as a poet
Get those emotions out
With a pen and paper now
So that you can show it
And all those who need to read
So that they can see
there not in this alone,
They're in this with me

Why am I not living life the way I should
Seems I stuck in traffic Morning and night
Work all day just to come home to sleep away the night
Is this really all I'm meant to be
Used to think I was meant for greatness
Now I just can't see, that being me.
Feels like I've left this all too late
I came unprepared to storm this gate
Better turn back now,
just let this dream fade

Always thought greatness
was where my life would lead
But now I see, I didn't need greatness
To feel fulfilled and succeed
Thought fame would be away
To achieve everything I'd need
But fame just brings disaster
and attention I really don't want
So I think I can be happy with what I've got

©2017 Written By Benji James