Benjamin Feliciano

Rookie (January 2,1991 / Oceanside, CA)

Benjamin Feliciano Poems

41. Mass Transitory 12/3/2009
42. Will She Wed Him Or Merely Bed Him? 12/11/2009
43. Marie: No Longer Mine 12/12/2009
44. I Don'T Know 2/14/2010
45. High-Over Paranoia 2/15/2010
46. Dear Casie: A Letter From Erato 2/19/2010
47. Where's The Gray? 2/24/2010
48. In A Fishbowl 2/27/2010
49. Eighty-Nine Cent Cashews 2/28/2010
50. Daddy Issues 3/11/2010
51. [1.Falling In Love] Her Thoughts Among The Fields 3/24/2010
52. [3.Falling Apart] Constellations 3/24/2010
53. [4.Finding Me, Forgetting You] I'M Alright 3/24/2010
54. The Latest Issue 3/26/2010
55. The Fiction Of Funerals 3/26/2010
56. The Artist's Dilemma 3/26/2010
57. Dark Dawn On The Bus 1/30/2010
58. Shadow On The Bus 1/31/2010
59. Progressively Worse 2/6/2010
60. Transfer Stubs And Humanity 2/6/2010
61. Good Morning, It Is Spring 4/12/2010
62. The New Girl In The Office (Has Short Pink Hair) 4/13/2010
63. Appreciation, Yours Or Mine? 4/19/2010
64. Oh, Can'T You Hear Me? 4/19/2010
65. If Tomorrow We All Died 5/7/2010
66. Oh, And Me Too 6/27/2010
67. Time Flies... And Then You'Re Done 6/29/2010
68. How Long Until I'M Gone? 7/1/2010
69. Butter And Salt, For The Record 7/5/2010
70. I'M Pretending I Exist 7/9/2010
71. Futons And Colored Tacks 7/12/2010
72. Cough Drops And Condoms 7/13/2010
73. Wake: Remember. 9/20/2010
74. It's Colder Here 9/20/2010
75. Myself Included 10/11/2010
76. Green Sun, Black Water [a Nightmare] 10/11/2010
77. Rendering An Ending World 10/11/2010
78. Oksana's Question 11/17/2010
79. Where Could I Have Wandered Off To? 12/6/2010
80. 6th Floor Girl 12/14/2010

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Awaiting Execution

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 ...

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The Mind: Imploding

Creating the perfect setting to synthesize another beaming moment of pride.
Contrasting the deeds of former affairs to those of the beastly present.
Fire from my fingertips and scum from my tongue are all I am presenting to be judged in an apocalyptism of post-modern, all-the-rage (but not new-age) theology.
Through with rating systems and those who determine what is acceptable by way of systematic removal of the muse's breath, I'm finished producing last-ditch attempts at reviving int

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