Benjamin Feliciano

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Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
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Sometimes I look at people and wonder,
Not what they are thinking, but if they are thinking.
Woman on the train, are you remembering?
Man on the street, do you reminisce?
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I never had an addiction to Mountain Dew,
I had an addiction to you.
Polite conversations, go by so fast.
My only goal: to make you laugh.
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With a finger to her lips she signaled to be silent.
A tacit statement synonymous to a secret love.
Only with eyes she spoke to abate my concerns.
Virtuous fidelity to be lauded and admired.
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Her scent hit me like an ache,
And I was sore again.
I feel the influx of bile rise,
At my inability to restrain.
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She walked beside me, as though she was mine,
For the first time in what seemed like years.
She sat beside me and shared chili cheese fries,
As we were bombarded by jealous leers.
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I spend so much time doting on earth and what it has,
Enjoying what's mine to use, to take, to squander.
I keep modeling myself to what I think will work,
But for my mistakes there is no remedy.
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It just so happens that my only nice dress pants are black,
And today I wore a black turtle-neck.
I sit here because the most comfortable seats of the bus are in the back,
If you don't believe me, you can check.
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There is rain falling.
I am one of them:
One of the many drops leaving imprints on the floor,
Slowly swallowed up... muddled and covered by a thousand more.
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You sing loudly along with the crowd and with the band.
You lose track of your voice and forget what you sound like.
You leave a little bit of who you are behind,
Mingled in the sweat and scent of beer.
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Up, oh up, luxurious ascent to the extent of emotions.
Transcending pleasure, pain, and death to another tier.
Onward to the sublime, the fullest rapture of experience.
Intermingled with the dark, the uncertain, the troubled, the chaotic, the destructive, the infinite, the difficult, and the apprehensive.
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Wherein does the point lay in continuing to express my love to her?
An evening spent in a driveway led her to confess she was no longer sure
Of whether or not her feelings were romantic.
Though outside calm, inside I became frantic.
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This weather is perfect.
I could lay bare on the grass and in the sun
To delight in the breeze flying in from the mountains.
My mind is void of music which would hope to bounce around my head,
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Is it better to never have made any lasting memories,
And be completely detached from life and lovers and friends?
Or to fabricate circumstance and chance in an effort to romance
The mind into believing there can be any hope to recover days or make amends?
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Life is so linear, why?
Train tracks and phone lines; all vectors of forever.
While in the near surroundings, small leaves make great noises,
And grass blades cover cites of minutiae.
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I am pretentious and I am not exempt,
From time spent, without relent
Thinking of my betterment.
Casie says that speculating
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I once loved a girl of similar beauty,
Her features flowed with a simple gradation of still and passive simplicity.
There, in the multitude of memories, she dies.
Her former harmonies now silent enough to draw a sigh.
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I want something to scream aloud,
And I want there to be someone who'll listen.
On the edge of a great compass I sit,
Waiting to be pointed onward.
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This is nothing new,
But it was nearly forgotten.
This longing is welling up inside of me.
As though every organ is swelling and filling with... something.
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Some days I really like people.
Today, for example, I stepped beyond my bias
And befriended some co workers.
Their personalities were far more varied
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Benjamin Feliciano Biography

Benjamin is currently 19 years of age. He enjoys photography, reading, writing, graphic design, running, orange juice, music of all genres other than country, foreign films, zombie movies of any quality, and trying to figure out who he is. With poetry inspired by a slew of the usual outlets (girls, spirituality, and failure) Benjamin claims that his goal in writing poetry is 'to say the things that have already been said in ways they haven't been said'. Benjamin's greatest desire is that he would be noticed and admired for his poetry one day.)

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Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
My eyes burn like the first time I died,
And my hands shake like the second.
I've resisted as long my heart will allow,
But the days of that are fading fast.
The light in your eyes grows dim.
I feel harvested, you took a sickle to my soul,
Then left me bound alone in the empty plains of remorse.
Its like autumn in this love,
And we're losing color and falling.
Divided like a fraction,
Most days we don't even talk.
I haven't felt you close in weeks,
Even though I've kissed your lips.
I only see my love for you,
You're seeing other guys.
There is no time to dance even though the band is playing.
I'm barred by the screams of a past not forgotten,
And the dour days ahead only complicate
The way I feel in the here and now.
I know what I wanted and what I want,
But you're losing sight of what I hoped was important.
So I'm losing sight of you.

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