#unlikely
this bowl can still
be repaired
even if it
seems broken
irredeemably
even if its pieces
have been trodden
underfoot
further ground down
in an effort
to recover those
scattered fragments
as unlikely as
it may be that
these edges can
be jigsawed together
aligned once more
it could simply be
a case of
embracing the cracks
that might remain
filling them
with something
to be marvelled at
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 8:52 PM UTC
Today is the day
my existence fades away
ever since high school days
invisible is the way I stayed
I would give up everything
just to fit in.
Outcast, misfit
I'll never fit in
tried to take the time
to do things right
But I've just had enough
I want to give up.
So pathetic
they just don't get it
I can't take it anymore
I wanna tell you
But I'm scared about it
Because I don't know
how you'll react.
Outcast, misfit
I'll never fit in
tried to take the time
to do things right
But I've just had enough
I want to give up.
It's not right
I hate my life
Wish I was gone (alright)
Hand me downs
Trying to make you proud
But I just can't take
I just can't take it now.
Outcast, misfit
I'll never fit in
tried to take the time
to do things right
But I've just had enough
I want to give up.
©2018 Written By Benji James
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Why do the most tragic things
happen to
the best and most unlikely people?
Is it simply because they are
too precious for this earth?
Or is it simply due to the inevitable
death we are forced to carry with us.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
I have been all of them...
So,
how could they shock me?
and
how could I not understand them?
They are me
from the past -
this is for certain,
but am I them
from the future?
This is unknown,
and most likely, unlikely.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
i love the way we met
unbeknownst our paths aligned
and a mutual understanding was formed
it’s true that the best alliances are the ones
you never saw coming
i’m not quite sure what we are
perhaps just two people that chat
i really think we can be more than friends
you are someone
I would start a really small gang with
you can by my person
i’ll have your back
the pinch of daring I need
like tabasco and tequila chicken wings
beautiful in its unlikeliness
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
They all leave.
They all come into my life
Then leave.
We bond, and start to love each other
But before I know it, they're gone.
One by one,
It happens over and over again.
Everytime a new one comes to me,
They leave just as quickly.
The most unlikely of friends,
And more unlikely lovers,
One moment they're here,
The next they're gone, forever.
I don't know why this happens to me,
I don't know how to prevent it.
All I know is I'll love you always
So please don't leave me this time...
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
He, the rumpled bumbler,
Stumbled, mumbling, bungling
Through his self-made jungle
No mote of humility, his abilities
Were not inclusive of subtlety.
He settled for a public identity
Of propriety and normality,
Obvious hospitality but falsity
Like the nose on his face, exposed.
What a verbose, but artificial
Government official he was.
His cause was never for us
It was for that he was notorious;
How laboriously he dissembled.
But he resembled his opposition
Then took a position of submission
Until his mission was complete
Then he beat his feet in retreat
To those he knew could beat
The highest price and that was nice.
Twice as nice for rental cars
And pretty movie stars
Who weren’t too humble
To stumble the red carpet
With the rumpled bumbler,
Mumbling, no longer bungling
Through his self-made jungle.
Still no humility, a perfect facility
To take from the poor, give to the rich
And not care who calls him sonofabitch.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
I see problems down the line
Darkness steals my sight
While I'm looking for a sign
I can't see without any light
It's humid here
And the windows are cracked
I'm eating but I'm starving with fear
A smile on her face but emotion is lacked
I'm feeling the room with my mind
Listening to the songs from their creaking radio
And hoping for some hidden existential secret to find
As over and over in my mind turns this scenario
I'm pale and freckled and my hair is long
They're dark and their voices hum melodies sweeter than my supper
It's a long and simple song
Almost describing the state of mind after taking an upper
The men seem happy
The women seem lonely
It is fall and the woods grow sappy
It is dark and here I am young and only
They're here because they don't have any money
I'm here because I don't have any friends
They treat me lovingly, like I am their communal child, calling me honey
They tell me no worries things change and to an end come trends
My blue pleated skirt is saturated with the scent of soul food
And my mind carries the only bit of them that leaves the kitchen
My white button up hides the good
And my ears hold in the things told to the only one who'd listen
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
The sun fell swallowing the garish light of day,
As the creatures of night came out to play
They were of all sorts, all shapes, all sizes,
But to one accustomed to their dance, there were no surprises.
But young Thomas did ignore these nightly friends
And drifted to sleep shunning the beauty which no one comprehends.
The skeletal folks, with wide eyes and graceful tendril
Did love the small boy, and sent him many dreams oh so tender
This night was strange, something amiss,
And a vile silent creature did slide out from the shadows
For young Thomas was placed in bed without his mother’s kiss.
The poor dream senders shrieked not knowing what to do,
They broke their oath to keep hidden and entered the room
They called forth to their dancing friends outside
All entered to guard the young one in stride
The silent creeper, was of a darker world
In his eye crept shadows, in his tears only blood,
He remained unseen to the human eye.
Muffling Thomas’s screams and cries
His bony arms stealing all the boy’s sweet thoughts
Tying innocent minds into painful knots.
With little success the boy’s twilight defenders,
Did claw and pull at the monsters limbs, attempting forced surrender
But to no avail, in a final attempt, a haggard frightened being, cradled,
And he left into the night as that was all he was able
The others ran after, as the monsters’ fiends leapt up from hell
The night creatures fought and in vain they did yell
For they were outmatched but joys must prevail!
Thomas’s family must not face the fate of dreams gone stale
The frail creature whisked Thomas away to a beauteous place, fairy dust
He worked away the dusk, to be rid of this distrust
But this night could not end, for the hellish beast
Took away a bit of Thomas’s light, just the smallest piece
Thomas, poor lad, brought something dark
That lives on in him, rooted in his soul,
Best love your children, show them, and mark,
Before creatures of hell, not night, do take him whole.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
And so I watch
And I listen
as faithful friend after friend excuses themselves
with their funny excuses
and I laugh
at the joke that the fates have whispered to me
No one else seems to hear it
It’s not quite so funny, you see.
The pitter patter of the pity
You can hear it, you see
You can see it, actually.
“It’s a small thing among friends”
And a small thing to see in a stranger’s face
The twinge of sadness and confusion and relief for themselves
They look at me and they see what they will never be
They see, though, what could happen, horribly.
One in 100
maybe.
1,000
10,100?
less likely
(for you).
And so I watch
And I listen
And they whisper
and they wonder
and they worry
And I laugh
at the joke that life telling me,
mocking at me.
But it’s not quite so funny, you see.
The whispering of the Wonderers
Asking over politely
Never listening intently
And I’ll tell them all about it
And I will listen
to the pitter patter of the pity.
Pitter pattering;
tip toeing around me,
so constantly
and away, usually.
tip toeing of tongues in whispers so willingly disregarding me,
or cautiously eluding everything.
Or even tip toeing of tongues trying to calm me.
The pitter patter of pitty.
You can hear it, you see.
You can see it, actually.
It may be a small thing.
Truthfully, it’s bigger than you might see.
I see.
And I laugh.
at the joke that the the fates whispered.
No one else quite seems to understand it.
But It’s become quite funny, to me.
What a pity.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
How can a girl like me?
Who forgets
To do her homework
Wash the dishes
Bring what’s needed
Find it so **** hard
To forget about you?
How can a girl like me
Who gets easily lost
In road maps
Poetry & stories
Grocery stores
Always find her way
Back to you?
How can a girl like me
Who gets over
Her failed tests
Wasted money
Lost phone
Still not over you?
How can a girl like me
Who always seemed smart
Be stupid enough
To think I have a chance
With you?
a. gale
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
I found him in the most unlikely of people
In the coldest of nights
In the warmest of hearts
The softest of touches.
Out of the frigid wind was I pulled
I can breathe.
No rushing currents choking me
No biting cold cutting through me
Protected.
Safe.
But for how long?
Do not rush
Darling, savor what little I can offer
Not what little I have left, but what little may be allowed.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC