Benjamin Feliciano

Rookie (January 2,1991 / Oceanside, CA)

Express Stop - Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Breath is something you rarely dwell on needing,
Until someone takes it away.
She is as real as you want her to be,
Until that memory fades.
Sky is a color like shipwrecks in winter,
In whisps white and freckles bright in hue.
Awake from persian green lucid dreams
Of me alone with you.
Inhale smoke that tastes like summer,
While missing friends and good times from fall.
Think.
And make sense of it all.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010



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