Benjamin Feliciano

Rookie (January 2,1991 / Oceanside, CA)

Benjamin Feliciano Poems

121. I Am Chased 8/24/2010
122. A Poetry Self History 8/31/2010
123. Between Welton And California 9/7/2010
124. Every Yearbook Burns 9/9/2010
125. Vampire Tweets 9/16/2010
126. It Began With A Leak 10/31/2009
127. One Year Ago Today 12/1/2009
128. Purple Headphones, Plastic Mustache 9/16/2010
129. The Park On 16th 9/15/2009
130. What About The Polar Bears? 10/21/2009
131. Who Are You? 5/11/2009
132. A Wallet With Memories, Not Money 9/26/2009
133. Cigarette Break, Sans Newports 7/14/2010
134. All The Way To Denver 8/26/2009
135. I Am King, You Are Regicide 3/9/2009
136. Clumsy Little Raindrops 9/15/2009
137. The First For Real 1/20/2009
138. I Am Not A Vampire 5/24/2010
139. At A Show 2/14/2010
140. Finding Life In Death 3/26/2010
141. Finding Her 2/10/2009
142. An Idyllic Idiosyncrasy 2/12/2009
143. Ultra Violet Diet 12/22/2009
144. Brevity And Gravity 12/1/2009
145. Awaiting Execution 1/20/2009

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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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My Guilt Coeternal

Oh, my vanity has drawn me a new noose.
A fitting reward for the ego driven failure.
Advice drowned out by the disease of self.
Static recollections written in a trance,
Never cease to intertwine with retrospective bouts of self-loathing.
Detesting the past and the paths chosen,
It rings louder each hour and this is my time, my chime.
Worn hands like yellowed newspaper clippings,
Both clench the past as though it could be changed.

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