#persistent
Lump sitting in my throat as I feel it close,
Realizing I have a lot to let go...
Swallow whole and let them tears roll.
As I sit alone with all my faults,
The suffering is all my fault.
Despair came to take my soul.
I will always destroy,
Letting the fire of connection go into remission.
Emotionally weak,
Searching for external validation.
Only to send others needing a permanent vacation.
Too much baggage,
They got to carry they're own.
Hold it together, don't overload.
Guess I know whats best,
Let my love rest.
I will never be like the rest.
Stay in my nest,
Alone and depressed.
To let my sun shine at her best...
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:58 PM UTC
it has taken residence in my mind
seeping into the cracks
and has gotten into the echos of my sleep
what have I done for this to happen
it is wasp on a mission to protect from harm
but what is the harm that is done
all that I did was live my life
all I did was live
now it is coming back to me in flashes
like fireflies in the night
lighting up in my brain at different points in the night
as if it were the previews at the movies
now showing:
everything that you have lived to regret and wish to change
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
Ever since we've been together, I've been here, you're over there I have been trying to reel you in, to make you express your feelings But you've thrown up a love proof wall so impervious to it all Like a soldier, I trudge up to you, your mighty wall not breaking through I've fought the good fight, but warriors die sometimes so, I am giving up on us I have been fighting long enough I don't want to fight for somebody who isn't fighting for my love too
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC
If matador is both macho and adorer, mask and mother,
Where are we in this chapter?
If peace is both picador and saviour...
Stepping stone and tablet...
Why can’t we capture?...
I know we were meant to meet us
These fragmented foals, sweet strangers...
So why can’t we seal us?
When we know the things that make us
open, closed and patient – omni-dimensional...
You’re calm yet persistent, I’m a bloom that has its own blood
And we’ve learnt to take it here, on the edge of premise...
Chasing and charging us...
Until one day we’ll free us. Like hail weather – pressure conscious.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
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Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC
During one of my falls I must have accidentally gave a rain dance performance
A permanent grey cloud overhead, only mine, quite a thing to witness
It's a hindrance, I can't rid it from my existence, I'm not in the fix-it business
Would the hyperbolic y'all know the opposite to reverse this by chance?
I know what you'll be witness to looks bad from a distance at first glance
I understand, I've stood right there too, in that same cautionary stance
And why lie?
Persistence only dug my hole deeper, shoveling in a trance
I'm just a living, breathing being needing guidance and patience
And it's it to much to ask for an actual two sided romance?
But we can work on that last...
©2024
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC
A leaf drifting thousand miles,
against the wind, it live.
A mountain stood arrogantly,
against the withering time, it live.
Therefore, those who persist are alive,
the dead dare not struggle.
Struggling is life, persisting is life,
but life is not struggling or persisting.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
i could make lines somewhere else
but i'm too persistent
and a little too proud
so i'll just type a little harder
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
And so, how are we to move on from a love we desperately hold on to?
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
I’m not tissue paper,
Despite what you think.
I might crumble,
But I won’t break.
Won’t fly away
In gentle wind,
I won’t dissolve
When the rain hits my skin.
Steadfast through
The hurricanes,
So do what you will,
But here I’ll stay.
I swear I’m stronger than you think,
Might be weighed down, but I’ll never sink.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
*My wild ambition loves to slide - ye all must understand
But fortune's ice prefers only the most virtuous of hand.
In Malaga I grew weary and wanton to possess
The most colorless canvas, one easy with a lazy happiness,
Disdained by golden fruit to the viewer be
As I passed the crowd to gently shake the tree.
Now manifest in paint, inward contrived and long since
I stood in bold defiance with the heart of a prince,
Held up on the square by one wanting to buy my latest cause.
Against the wind I held it up in spite of all the laws.
Do they wish to thicken my lot among all their other mistakes?
What circumstances find you this? -This is what my mind makes!
The buzzing of my emissaries fill my ears
With many solitary jealousies and fears,
Arbitrary thoughts brought forward into the light,
Contemplating existence, must it prove my vision right?
Weak are the arguments! Which the true artist knows full well,
Where weak minded people curse my renderings or are easy to rebel.
For am I not governed by the moon and by the far off stars?
Tread lightly on me and don’t put me behind your own bars.
And once in a shard of time let the Annunaki’s scribe record,
That my vision once rendered could somehow affect their lord.
The unrecognized Enki still wants to be a chief, yet none
He created was found as fit as barren Adam.
Not that he wished his greatness to create,
For leaders should wish not to be called great.
But he like I know our titles are not to be allowed.
For titles are useless and only dependent upon a crowd,
Those are kingly powers, thus ebbing us out, they might be
Drawn by the dregs of a falsely acclaimed democracy.
But in my paint I attempt, with studied arts to ease,
And shed the unholy venom with visions such as these.
On the other side of the canvas, not much escapes my eye –
But once in front of it – nothing escapes the me that I call I.*
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
Plant two feet firmly where I stand
You'll never move me from here again
I never wanted me and you to end
Now I've got to find another way for us to begin
But I like the sensation I feel
It makes me believe what I've felt is real
I'm standing strong and firm
This hurricane won't blow me from here
And you can pretend
I don't mean anything at all
You can believe I won't find a way
For you to react
I thought it came down to all the memories
But now I realize there is so much more
Out there for you and me
I didn't want to give in to these emotions
But I see the girl
As more than what we are now
I see you as apart of me in everything
And I thought there was no chance.
But now that I've had another glance
Your my future, your my world
I'm changing my ways for you, for me.
The story doesn't end here
There's something deep inside
That brings me back to you
It's more than just your beauty and grace
Baby girl this must be fate
©2017 Written By Benji James
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
still even now I'm left to wonder
because you keep making yourself seen
when all I've been trying to do
is forget you existed
you're so naively persistent
having no clue what I am to you
yet still trying to clean up the mess I made
well there's a reason I made those mistakes
it's because running away
is easier than facing what I don't know
and never want to explore
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
Folded ripped and unfolded
You see the symmetry and its beautiful
But when you take a step closer you see the emptiness in the tears.
You see the valleys left behind in each crease of every fold
The rugged edges of the rip
Fingerprints left from a sweaty hold
Yes, upon closer inspection I am but the sum of my parts
And often all my parts appear to be disasters
And often they are
I trot around like a work of art
But few see what it took to get that way
How I was folded ripped and unfolded
Few can't see past what it took
They see the holes left in me but not the pretty shapes
And some see the shapes and I wish they'd acknowledge the holes
Still even fewer can comprehend the resulting work
And frankly, Sometimes I'm not sure I do
But I manage
A crippled work of art made beautiful by how neatly she was torn apart
I struggle to hold my new form in the wind and amongst viewers
Try to look like something relatable
And not like life spent too long on me
Worked till it got weary and persisted when really it should have rested its eyes
I try
To uphold my form as though every overworked corner and tear isn't centimeters away from destruction
As though the slightest snag or tug won't leave me hanging
Noticeably Deformed and mishapen
But I stretch and I retract with grace
Perhaps this is how I dance now
my life a pas de deux of trying to hold it all together
Just folded, ripped, and unfolded.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
I keep wasting time
Trying to fix my choices
By building on them
Through worse choices
Instead of burying
The hatchet
Once and for all
And making a new choice
That is actually
What I want
And does not reflect
Who I was
In what feels like
A thousand years ago.
I need to plant
The next seed.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dad!
I need you, Dad.
Dad!
Where are you?
What is this?
What's that smell?
Where do the ants go?
Can you tell?
Do snails have brains?
Can I feel their slime?
Where do bubbles come from?
Is there time?
Will I always grow?
Can I fly?
What can't I remember?
I do try!
Dad!
Where are you, Dad?
Dad!
I need you!
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
There has to be something
That can still keep us together,
And I won't stop searching
Until I touch forever.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
My permanent concealer to this persisting pain after you left.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Three hearts for thee divided,
Lust battles with duty for attention,
Making waves that drowned your cries,
Yet you persisted.
Three loves became one,
Your heart the sole victor,
To you go the spoils,
And yet you persisted.
One heart's love is yours entire,
Overworked and overwhelming,
Wounded soldiers make terrible bedmates,
And yet you persist.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
Close your eyes, b r e a t h e, make a wish, and blow--
release the seeds of your dreams and let them g r o w
wild, like weeds... unappreciated by those who
don't understand them but resilient and persistent
for those who know how to handle them.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC