Benjamin Feliciano Poems

'Ben, check out the sky, it's this really weird blue.'
I turn away from the article I'm writing to look,
But all I see is a familiar face:
It is Evening and I know his soft colors.
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Two women are talking behind me.
I've turned my headphones up high enough
To block out their voices,
But I can still feel them talking.
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Wake up beautiful, we've only so long to stay.
The sky could fall at any minute.
Let us live these dying moments and not worry what to say.
When the end comes, some will take photographs,
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Today I saw the bright moon
And was reminded of you.
She was resting softly on clouds
And pulled the horizon up to her chin.
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I sat beside Death on the bus today.
He seemed friendly enough, for a stranger,
But appeared rather busy.
On his lap, a New York Times
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I've been thinking that it's hard to define progress.
I've moved out, grown up, and moved on.
I'm working, buying, and producing
At a rate faster than ever before;
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People are flawed,
A far-cry from perfect.
But simple acts dropp jaws,
When done for the undeserving.
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Oh my careless indecency,
You've cost me more than planned.
Forsaken are the methods I once employed,
In order to appease the legitimacy of structure.
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I need this like a blank slate.
A wide and aching space with softly lit streets.
Here there are traces of your pleasant presence.
Straining to catch a whisper of regret as you replace me.
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I walk along quiet roads,
Seeking questions to my answers.
My feet find train tracks leading away from an old train yard,
Walking between them I find infinity.
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