#somewhat
Sometimes feels like most times
and most of the time
I’m feeling somewhat
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
squelched between bodies spiralling into escalators,
my trained eye couldn't help hovering a little left
right there, coming into view at the watch store,
though never caught dead anywhere near M·A·C
but neither should my stares, blatant without restraint,
fixed on a trio chattering like keys jangling
to the beat of a million other stolen glances,
only for them to slip away for some froyo.
rather than melt into a fruity confection myself,
I steel my eyes back into the spiralling masses
blocking out three gym bags marked 'WATER POLO',
my untrained heart pulses still for their suntan
and the bleachers of yesterday, the sight and sweat,
jocks jangling for position in glistening waters —
only then did I dare scream my lungs out,
safe in the crowds of a high school roar.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
Darling!
We never promised
Forever together.
But, somewhat we
Both know, other
Than us our hearts
Will stay together
Forever.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
I am in love with him
He doesn’t know what love is
I want to stay up all night with him
When his mind is playing tricks on him
He says he cares about me
I care about him too
He said he loved me
I wonder if his love is true
I love it when he calls me
His baby g
Look at the clouds above me
What do you see
I see an elephant
In dungarees
Is our love superficial
Or does it run deep
I can feel his heart beating
When we are asleep
I want him to be closer
This distance is killing me
But I just love him harder
Every nigh we are together
Two birds of a feather
I feel bound by a tether
I want to be with him forever
But this distance is killing me
When my baby loves me
Waivers day by day
But my baby loves me
Sometimes so it’s okay
In his arms forever
is where I want to stay
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
the barker in charge
is sniffing markers
& the dog's the one
in the shock collar.
good god.
I'll come back
tomorrow.
galapagos, I'm sorry.
rocketship jalopy
wrote a handbook on
banana boat cutthroat
reconnaissance exotica,
abominable
beast of tropic atrophy
broke folk casualty engulfed
in telescopes & TV shows
being monitored thru a monocle
the theatrical apathy & topical misanthropy
can anybody understand me?
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Her eyes in the moon
Reflection of a dreaming
That I can't awake
A following sun
Now that I am forced to be
A ring in a tree
Futile in my ways
One sees beyond shallow grave
Gurgle in the creek
Can there be so sweet
Your hand making me complete
Sun kissed cool in the twilight
In a circle rule
Come a stroke now of midnight
Silence flies the owl
Twenty-four hours now
Making my day complete
Blue sky , clouds pass by
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Almost never was
what we became
somewhat tired
somewhat hungry
somewhat vagrant
huddled in the ether
of our aspirations
possibilities in ruins
like hieroglyphics
crushed into the rock
our song reduced to
ashes in the sand.
the something that we had
becoming vaguely mythical
and somewhat lacking.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC