"bennington" poems
A trillion lights in the midnight sky minus one never to be truthfully discovered nor acknowledged ...
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
It’s written upon your face
All the lies how they cut so deeply
Everything you say to me
takes me one step closer to the edge
I’m holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple
Sometimes goodbye is the only way
It’s so much easier to go
than face all this pain here all alone
Set the silence free
to wash away the worst of me
‘cause everything that you thought I would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
Forget our memories
Forget our possibilities
We’re building it up, to break it back down
We’re building it up, to burn it down
Take everything from the inside
and throw it all away
Remember all the sadness and frustration
and let it go
So I let go watching you
turn your back like you always do
'Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end, it doesn’t even matter
We said it was forever but then it slipped away
Standing at the end of the final masquerade
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
midsummer day-
The sun was calling us by the names
Two little brace faced dorks running out her back screen door
To find a secret hideout for the day
With composition books in hand of course
Our Top Secret composition books,
Where we wrote about our futures, and boys (shhhh)
We ruled the streets of Bennington woods
Claiming the oak tree in someone’s yard
Where we competed for height in our cheap foam flip flops
Owning the pine trees of another
Where we spied on the teenagers
Trying to understand their secret language
But it was under an old wooden porch where we pulled out the books
And this time, we’d plan our weddings
We would wear beautiful dresses and pointy high heels
Just like a princess
And most certainly marry our dreamy little blue eyed boy crushes
I even crossed my heart and hoped to die so she would be my maid of honor
Last but not least, we had to choose our wedding flowers
It was the season of flowers; tulips, daisies, marigolds…
Every house was decorated in a colorful array
We ran exuberantly, scanning our options
Then began to pick away
Every flower we knew or didn’t,
As long as we had one of each
We covered the entire street til our hands and books were overflowing
At home we taped them into our precious journals
Sealed forever so we would remember,
These were the flowers we’d have in our wedding bouquets
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Billy from Belfast.
Oh, I wish I could explain what you did to me..
I close my eyes and I can still see us there,
on your tiny balcony.
The silence of our dreams covered by a voice that sings about an unknown future.
The sun dancing on the rooftops.
You are me and I am you, a soul connection out of this world..
A silent minute for our fallen hero, Chester Bennington.
A cheer with Stella.
Tired legs running, empty streets.
Our laughter echoes, a dead bar street.
A lost phone, a search for an open supermarket.
An empty beach, no life guards on duty.
My head on your chest, shared chemistry.
Your lips on my forehead..
Oh, how the morning sun hit your face.
I wish you'd realise how beautiful you are..
I take a sip of your ****** drink, I smile and take your hand.
Sticky salty skin, the heat of the rising sun.
7AM.
Sand in my cup, I see you watching the horizon.
I look at you and I wonder..
Can I have you?
...Billy from Belfast.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Junior high hallways of
Girls kissing, without meaning
It
Like boys getting the erections they
Did not hide
From those wishing to see them shy,
But not away.
Sisters were a specialty with
Incestual immunity-
A senior class with nine sets of twins and
Two-hundred, watching them share chapstick.
Girls at liberal arts school,
Painting our ******* like we were wearing the same dress
To the weekend's party
And could dance ourselves clean
Without touching a thing.
In Spring, the Bennington bookstore special-ordered
THE KISS posters
Stuck on girls' ceilings that semester like
Plastic stars
Glowing in the dark above their beds-
Alone, watching white-pantied girlfriends
Lick lips above their heads.
We moved mattresses,
Made floors into king-size beds, and mocked manliness
Our boyfriends' weariness when they visited.
Holding roommates and classmates naked by the *******
We found by spooning each other
How deeply we fell asleep.
To wake up, stretching in the sunlight of open curtains
No one would tell us to shut.
Quickly, we were moving to Boston with our boyfriends and making
Pairs of plans,
Then abandoning each at our own pace,
Like we'd talked about at night before we'd have to have that pain.
Years later, I followed my lover to meet his parents,
Who took us to dinner, and after,
My head on his childhood pillow,
Looked up at two girls kiss.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 12:03 PM UTC
I am here today, but i may not be tomorrow - a hitchhiker i picked up somewhere between Bennington and Marlboro Vermont
The library at Packer's Corners had
the smell of damp and old
as a lush august climbed the faded
wide wooden planks outside
and we schemed our
nightly dinner theatre performances.
The gang congregated disorderly
across the rocky garden before the (stage) barn,
plates and carafes of wine, rapt in the play.
Marti, a painter with knobby hands, salt and pepper hair,
the face of a sage and a speech impediment;
Veranda must have been a muse with her sharp
bohemian features and sleek black bob,
smelling of rosemary and musky Parisian perfume;
Oona, so young and stormy crashed about
those mountains in moods as protean
as Vermont weather and jeans
that were more holes than fabric;
Cootie, in his black goatee and the scent of
cooking oils under his mottled and freckled skin
would squint through the bugs and heat wave haze
to Marco on the pitcher's mound
scuffing his mortorcycle boots into the
sandy tan soil riddled with stones and
laughing with the reckless abandon that
waters the eyes with antifreeze for the soul
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
You shot my horse at Waterloo
And ditched me in the streets
Left to drag my bleeding heart
Down to the corner Sheetz
The pay phone took my quarter
And the Fryz girl took my pulse
But in the end you need a friend
Who understands your loss
The sky was extra black that night
And the moon a cup of cream
My sweat met with the grassy dew
And brewed a brand new dream
Of kinder girls in Bennington
Or out in Battle Creek
I’ll leave behind this trail of tears
A new campaign to seek
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
I still remember the first time I heard your voice.
16 years ago you blew me away.
Your words spoke to me.
One of my dearest memories..
I'll never forget it.
I fell in love with your words.
Every day you kept me going, kept me alive.
When I lost hope you were there.
And now you're gone.
No more words. Only grief.
Another star burned out.
A piece of me died with you..
Now you're frozen in time.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
I met a girl,
She said "You seem real."
As opposed to fake I guess
and still I'm left to cry over you;
my irreparable battle wound.
I will love you forever
You see, you,
Mean more to me
than meaning itself.
Without you I doubt everything,
I question my health.
Feeling like I bettered I for you
Guess it's more of an IOU,
I never should have felt again.
You reawakened my heart,
you reopened pathways
misused in my brain
Johnny Cash said
"I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel."
He concluded;
that only the pain was real
It feels as though the hurt
is all that's left
But when I look,
Through the old photos it shows.
If pain was all that's left;
I wouldn't cry and this much I know.
The bygone happiness puts me
in a feeling sorry for myself mode
A few weeks ago,
We were happier than ever.
Now I'm drinking again,
just like you said I would.
We moved too fast and I
do the opposite to what I should
Irreplaceable!
I'd like to pretend I'm numb,
(RIP Chester Bennington)
dumb or even done but I'm
ready to be sick and to have fun
and have love!
That's one thing I'm reminded is
I can't deny the love
It's true enough,
To say that I'll never be the same
Eden said;
"Things will be better in America,
heard the streets are gold there
maybe I can fly you out this place
someday."
Longing to be with my best friend
and he's found his perfect end
and I'm done with the pretend;
and I need an angel sent,
a figure of faith, a picture of health
someone kind to keep me sane
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
"i'm holding on
why is everything so heavy?"- Chester Bennington
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC
You put the words in my mouth when i couldn't speak.
You knew how i felt before i did..
You helped me through the worst times of my life, and you were always by my side.
Just hearing your voice sorted out the chaos in my mind.
You were there, a never-ending comfort, no matter how broken i felt..
You were my calm in the hurricane.
Your voice guided me, through all struggles.
That voice is now gone.
Forever recorded, but now gone.
But what about the future?
Who's gonna be there?
No one can ever replace you.
For 16 years you've been my best friend.
I'll keep your memory alive.
Rip Chester Bennington.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
people sway to your poignant ballads,
for you, it's but an empty stage.
your songs bring you all the pain.
short though your life may be,
but hope you've given.
to all who's hurt.
still, you were
gone too
soon.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
I'm heartbroken over the news of Chester Bennington's suicide. He's been my inspiration for years. You will be missed, Chazzy Chaz. <3
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM UTC
A year ago, we lost a voice,
the voice of broken souls.
We lost a man
who gave his heart
again and again and again.
We lost a soul
who was fighting too many demons,
who refused to let darkness destroy him,
we lost a man who lost a war.
On July 20, we remember Chester Bennington,
whose voice has resonated with millions.
We hear the music and we cry,
we watch his antics and laugh with tears in our eyes.
We remember his kind heart and determination,
and carry that spirit in us with every warm gesture we make.
Rock in Peace, Chester. We miss you.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
Heard a song,
In the end it doesn't even matter,
Gotta stay strong,
The end is one step closer,
He is in somewhere he belongs,
No more sorrow,
It's the new divide,
Until its gone,
We are guilty all the same,
The final masquerade,
Shadows of the day,
So what if one more light goes out,
In a sky of millions,
Well I care!
R.I.P Chester Bennington
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
It began with a word,
But you kept writing.
You wrote for all those who needed even just a single word,
To raise them—
To remind them that just maybe they weren't alone,
And yet, you gave more.
You provided hope.
It began with a light—
That maybe life was worth living since you had everything you could ever wish for,
But it was only a dream, wasn't it?
Some things you cannot simply recover from.
Some things need time,
And you needed time.
No one stopped for a second to think that maybe you needed a light too—
That you needed someone to help you up out of your abyss,
Because the abyss on you feeds,
Until eventually, you become no more than that which feeds.
It ended with the news.
A hope that once outshone stars,
Faded, and was lost.
It ended with a simple word of one running tongue—
That Chester Bennington simply was no longer there.
It’s a scary feeling—
To know in your soul that you shouldn't be here,
And it ended with a mindset of a village shouting into you that maybe you needn't be here,
Or so they say.
However, the ones who know the truth speak your words that you gave through your lyrics.
How can someone move on when such a magnificent light suddenly flickered out?
How can we move on?
The truth is we can't,
And they laugh at us for becoming more inspired through every song.
They say, “who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?”
“Who cares if someone's time runs out if a moment is all we are?”
And as many will contemplate the answer to these questions,
There is and will be no hesitation in mine,
Because no matter how true it is how insignificant each of us are,
No matter how many people ask that stupid, simple question, "who cares?,"
I will, Chester—
I always will.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
The sun peaks over the mountain calmness in the fog
we can’t forget to cherish moments like this
stop
.
.
.
you place your hand on my heart
Your tenderness is a reminder that my beauty comes from within
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
Crowned in a kingdom far away.
His royal majesty' the prince of galloway.
Enchanting beholder of every lass.
Simply noble and loved by the mass.
The first son of a mighty king.
Engaged to a maiden who owns a horse with a wing.
Raised in a place beyond the sea of battle.
Believed to have slain a dragon beneath the mantle.
Escaped the hands of time from the meridian.
Now a legend for being valiant.
Now a light in the cosmic ocean.
In a church above the mountain he got married.
Nine years later his wife gave birth to three sons that she carried.
Got ascended to the throne when he was older.
Taught his sons how to be good and bolder.
One day when he finally had to go.
Ninety years was enough and his blood stopped to flow.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC