Ben writes poems and stuff

[Bezombia]

ANTHOLOGY

Poems


1: The Seeding
2: Not the Same
3: On the Wing
4: More
5: Boats, Parts I-XII
6: Emotionless (Part I)
7: Emotionless (Part II)
8: Cloudless
9: Crying
10: The Pill-Popping Pendulum
11: A Brief History of Hate
12: Flies
13: Surreality
14: The Window
15: X
16: Ice Cold (I - II - III - IV)
17: Ants
18: Ghosts (Prelude - I - II - III - IV - Epilogue)
19: You
20: The Next Step
21: Emotionless (Part III)
22: The End
23: Another Day, Part 1
24: Take My Hand
25: Another Day, Part 2
26: Faces (Prologue - I - II - III - IV - Epilogue)
27: Confirmation
28: When the Lights Turn Off
29: Breathing Heart
30: Masks (I - II - III - IV - V - VI)
31: Into the Shattered Sky
32: Typhoon?
33: The Prerequisite Unrequited
34: Remember
35: Life Could Be Simple
36: Absolute Zero
37: From The Grave
38: Emotionless (Part IV)
39: Emotionfull
40: The Origin of Sorrow (I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX)
41: A Lament by Candlelight (Part I)
42: Retrospection
43: A Lament by Candlelight (Part II)
44: One Breath
45: One Word
46: One Beat
48: One Eye
49: One Day
50: One (An Eight Part Suite):
­­ ­ ­­ ­­ ­­-Introduce This
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-Breathe On Me
­­ ­ ­ ­­­ ­ ­-Alone Without a Word
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-The Heartbeat of the Funeral Drum
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-Blinded by a Future Perfect
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-Zero
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-The Ascent Transcendence
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­-The Strong but Dying Light
51: The Hole (I - II)
52: Communicate Me
53: Observance
54: Trinity
55: The Permanent Rose
56: The Light at the End of the Tunnel
57: Melancholy

[Bezombia]

poem #1:

"The Seeding"

However we walk when we are alone;
Waiting and waiting for rain to fall.
But there are no clouds where we are standing
And there are no mountains for us to cross.

But we are still waiting for the seeding
And all of the rain will water the lifestyles
So most of us wait and wait for an answer
An answer, no question have been asked

And so the end rises not in the east
And sadly, softly, the old cry the least
So many love has folded the crease
And in the end all things will cease










poem #2:

"Not the Same"

Rusty Chain
Over Brain
Not the Same
Marked Deranged
Only Plain
Not the Same
Can't Explain
Rearrange
Not the Same
Feel charade
Serenade
Not the Same
Maybe I'm Changed
Out of Range
Not the Same
End of Days
Gone Insane
Not the Same
Not the Same

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Poem #3:

"On the Wing"

Stepping off the train I see
A reflection looking back at me
Just water on the ground is all
But something in my mind falls

Quickly walking down the street
Trying not to slip my feet
Keep my eyes down, don't look around
Never once make sound

A blur of people whizzing by
Unique in nothing, just can't try
To fly, I sigh, knowing it's a lie
But still I pass the hours by

A destination constantly changing
A sea of faces rearranging
A life in the hands of a few
But nothing here is really new

Not to good at length or pacing
But standing alone my heart's racing
A gasp, a breath, a mark, a glimpse
But years have passed since

I stepped on the wing

[Ulrenon]

oh god
the artistical wonder seeps from you like
pee

much good Ben, very wow

[Bezombia]

oh god
the artistical wonder seeps from you like
pee

much good Ben, very wow

thank you, thank you

i try

[Ulrenon]

oh god
the artistical wonder seeps from you like
pee

much good Ben, very wow

thank you, thank you

i try

im kidding haha jokes

you suck at everything

[The New World Oceania]

thank you, thank you

i try

im kidding haha jokes

you suck at everything

ha ha we got him good bro

[Bezombia]

thank you, thank you

i try

im kidding haha jokes

you suck at everything

thanks mate
really inspires me to write more


Poem #4:

"More"

Sitting in an earful of corn
Waiting for the blowing of the horn
Trying to understand sporks
Ah fuck it, I'll just use forks

[Ulrenon]

im kidding haha jokes

you suck at everything

ha ha we got him good bro

Hey, go away m9, only I can bully Ben.

Now your just being mean. It's only nice and funny when I do it. >:L

[The New World Oceania]

ha ha we got him good bro

Hey, go away m9, only I can bully Ben.

Now your just being mean. It's only nice and funny when I do it. >:L

bruh

[Ulrenon]

Hey, go away m9, only I can bully Ben.

Now your just being mean. It's only nice and funny when I do it. >:L

bruh

wot

[Respubliko de Libereco]

Dat amphimaceric/cretic monometer, tho.

[Bezombia]

thanks for the feedback erryone

Poem #5:

"Boats, parts I-XII"

Boats
B O A T S
stoaB
Boats Boats
Boats

[Ainin]

thanks for the feedback erryone

Poem #5:

"Boats, parts I-XII"

Boats
B O A T S
stoaB
Boats Boats
Boats

This deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature. It's so deep.

[Anollasia]

I like the first and third ones.

[The New World Oceania]

Looking over them, I've actually noticed that certain stanzas seem to be better off alone than in relation to the poems they're in. For example, the first stanza of the third poem is a great image and contains a lot of meaning alone; have you considered writing shorter poems?
That is, not ones necessarily about boats

[Bezombia]

Looking over them, I've actually noticed that certain stanzas seem to be better off alone than in relation to the poems they're in. For example, the first stanza of the third poem is a great image and contains a lot of meaning alone; have you considered writing shorter poems?
That is, not ones necessarily about boats

The problem I usually run into is this:

-I get a great idea for a poem, and the words start flowing.
-I quickly write down what I come up with. This'll usually get me a stanza or two.
-I then run out of immediate ideas, but want to do the first stanzas justice by continuing the poem.

I'll usually write the first 20% of a poem in three minutes and then the last 80% in thirty.

[The New World Oceania]

Looking over them, I've actually noticed that certain stanzas seem to be better off alone than in relation to the poems they're in. For example, the first stanza of the third poem is a great image and contains a lot of meaning alone; have you considered writing shorter poems?
That is, not ones necessarily about boats

The problem I usually run into is this:

-I get a great idea for a poem, and the words start flowing.
-I quickly write down what I come up with. This'll usually get me a stanza or two.
-I then run out of immediate ideas, but want to do the first stanzas justice by continuing the poem.

I'll usually write the first 20% of a poem in three minutes and then the last 80% in thirty.

Keep what's important. So much depends on a red wheelbarrow...

[Anollasia]

Looking over them, I've actually noticed that certain stanzas seem to be better off alone than in relation to the poems they're in. For example, the first stanza of the third poem is a great image and contains a lot of meaning alone; have you considered writing shorter poems?
That is, not ones necessarily about boats

The problem I usually run into is this:

-I get a great idea for a poem, and the words start flowing.
-I quickly write down what I come up with. This'll usually get me a stanza or two.
-I then run out of immediate ideas, but want to do the first stanzas justice by continuing the poem.

I'll usually write the first 20% of a poem in three minutes and then the last 80% in thirty.

I usually have trouble trying to end a poem. Is it too long or is it not long enough? That's what gets me.

[Bezombia]

Poem #6:

"Emotionless"

Like a spider sitting in a web
Of fantasy and symphony
Emotionless

An amazing story of an amazing man
Doing amazing things in an amazing land
But at the end of the day I'm still sitting here
Trying to look out, trying not to feel
Emotionless

But in the morning every day
I still wake up and I still say
"No, now it's different"
But even I know I'm just playing
Pretending to be something I can't
Because I know you'll never be with us
I'm still sitting here emotionless

And into the sun I still gaze
Remembering a time filled with better days
On the thought of freedom my eyes over glaze
But still my mind is split in frays

An outward smile, an inward choke
A pleasant while, a sinister smoke
But learned over time to ask for less
Onward forever
Emotionless

[Bezombia]

damn that one was good

let's try that again

Poem #7:

"Emotionless, II"

In my hand the sunlight beams
Fall through my fingers in tattered gleams
The shell of a man internal screams
But perfectly fine outward he seems

The great facade of a modern tale
Of serious problems in a serious world
And a real person forever doomed to fail
And focused forever on just one word
Emotionless

The static face of man ever changing
In a great long story of how the words are rearranging
Looking through the glass front of my eyes
Waiting to the promise of bluer skies

Day after day I awake in tears
Not sadness, not fueled by love or fears
Cries of empty containers with
Hollow tears from a man emotionless

[Bezombia]

And now for a change of theme

Poem #8:

"Cloudless"

Cloudless I can see your face
Hovering in front of me
And clearly I can still see
The way that things might have been

But any fool with half a head
Could tell that you would end up dead
Chasing ghosts of the past
A state of mind that cannot last

And yet I still awake every
Day to your eyes, I see
What never was and what never could be
But somewhere deep inside my brain
Beyond the mangled and insane
A single call reminds me every day

And cloudless I can see you form
Calmly walking out the door
..That was a metaphor

The taste of your sweet scent
Still resonates inside
Although I know full well
It's only in my mind

With twenty years under my belt
What I would give to have felt
Then what am writing about today

But cloudless I can see...

[Bezombia]

Poem #9

"Crying"


As I watch the years flutter by
Enough hate to kill a guy
Clouds begin to fill the sky
And I still can't make up my mind

In my self-created cage
A dying soul harbors no rage
And even if I cannot see
I think I know what will be

For sleepless days bring sleepless nights
I see myself just outside my sight
For spooky happenings bring no fright
Anymore

Recognizing all that's mine
Is broken but strangely benign
And although sadness consumes my mind
Haven't cried since nineteen eighty nine

[Bezombia]

Poem #10

"The Pill-Popping Pendulum"


I once knew a man named Brute
He really was quite a hoot
Stomping feelings under his boot
And strutting around in his suit

And Brute knew a woman named Sharon
Who wasn't really keen on carin'
If the birds sang she'd try to scare 'em
Who'd meet her, nobody would dare 'em

But nobody knows
Which way the river flows
And nobody smiles
For less than dime

And the heat of the moment
Won't light the bonfire
And the rage of the day
Can't pay the bills

Now Sharon's father was named William
The kids, well he'd try to kill 'em
They don't know what was wrong with him
But now he just speaks to the tin

And up on the mountain where nobody lives
The distant scream of joy persists
And although they tell ya nobody kills the kids
The wise men will insist

And nobody knows
Which way the sun goes
And nobody cares
For the dares

And the heat of the moment
Can't start forest fires
And the rage of day
Is whatever you say

Nobody knew the man named Done
He lived up high and all alone
He'd never answer his phone
But he did manage to write this poem

[Bezombia]

last one for now:


Poem #11:

"A Brief History of Hate"

All around
The people make eye contact
But nobody really sees each other