Benjamin K Duncan
Benjamin K Duncan Poems
A Rebel In Society
They can ban the rebel in me, But they'll never stop the anarchy, It runs deep in the veins of society.
the sun has a blunt hardness about it keeping the world well lit for the sun's carcinogenic touch we're unfit
Tomato sauce runs through my veins Tobasco sauce is what it rains Kitchen condiments and the like
The Title Is At The End
Lost. That word never used to mean anything when I was in your arms, breathing your breath. Pain. Was never an issue. You lifted me from my pain. You made me forget, like a drug. Not only forget, but like my life had never happened before I met you. It was like, I had nothing to forget or remember, when I was with you.
Seasons Of Sorrow
there is no summer there is no spring autumn and winter
To know dying and that you are dreaming, are complications and compromises of the dying dream itself. for an unknown compromise beats beneath us all. We fall short of what we expect we should be.
Staring into the eyes of hatred itself, A nuisance, On ugly pavement.
I pour tears over keyboard. in a waltz, with death. in a 3/4 metre
Ih(E) A(R) Te
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Advertising death Technicolour dreams awash with grayscale. Nightmares of heaven
Reality has forgotten my existence. And I've forgotten her's, She remembers I think.
i woke up a hand reached down i reached back
The thick smog of morning traffic gently carresses my lungs with it's carcinogenic touch. Rapid transport at the cost of health,
Rudiments Of Shame
I wonder silently when next the sun will rise. When do I wake to collect my prize.
Seasons Of Sorrow
there is no summer
there is no spring
autumn and winter
are all that's left for me
my evergreen heart
will always bloom for you
yet your deciduous reception
rips us in two
my colour is fading
i no longer bear fruit
my solemn existence
is now destitute