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The Least I Know
The things I know, Well, that's a short list. And what I don't Includes how to word this. There's a flowing kind of peace I find in meditation. A weightless kind of soul thing Pushing exultation.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSpotlight
What we are, this dust and flesh, Such thoughts that pass and are forgot. What we dream, the webs we stretch Until they break, and that too's lost.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLove is such a faulty thing
Love is such a faulty thing, An empty little pill, A concept all imagining, And holes that cannot fill. A rising up on crest of wave And pretending that we fly. Ridiculous, we act surprised, In consequential dive.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLightning in My Veins
There was a time that I felt God In every storm and calm, Flowing from my fingertips, And pooling in my palms. It came at me in crashing waves; Or caught me like the tide; It filled me up to overflow, And streamed out of my eyes.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsIn those eyes
Life, a rushing river, no mercy to its pace, And once-upon, a spec on shore, can only ever fade Until the day we stretch for, cannot come close to reach, The things we meant for keeping, left careless on the beach.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsShining in the distance
I see something shining in the distance A spark or a flash, perhaps an explosion. A man asks questions of the world In a song, really of himself, not trying To make a statement on it all, just Wondering aloud.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI forget
I forget, it seams, in the inbetweens The full power of your joy. Perhaps it's doubt or disbelief Or memory playing coy.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Single Human Soul
All humanity an ocean and have you heard this song? Can you recognize a tune that changes every time because everyone who has breathed has breathed a tune like this and felt the flow in some part?
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsI can't make it alright
I can't make it alright. I can't make it OK. But I could make it tonight, If you want to run away. Because I don't really know The days left in a life, I just know they're not enough For the way I feel tonight.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSeclusion
Fragile poem of humans being Jogs me from my bed, Drowsy, hoarded loneliness And existential dread. Ironic that we prize so much Our efforts to connect, When shadows of a sidelong view Are all we can expect.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAwake
I don’t want to sleep because Sleeping leads to dreaming and My dreams these days… 5:44 on a Sunday morning: I’ve been up since midnight Pursuing pointlessness to A level nearing art.
Benjamin KibbeyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThis Life
No one told you it would be this hard. That it would suck the soul right out of you. That you would struggle and fall and break over and over again.
Elizabeth BoydPublished 3 years ago in Poets