Ben Lingemann : Writing

Skeletons.

Skeletons.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


It is a forest for a new beginning, stretching far with an edge the eye can just barely see. Pearly whites and grinning, in this forest one can truly ..
Seas.

Seas.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


The cold causes me to shiver, creeping deathly wet it spreads as if an over flowing river. I'm begging you please, don't leave me in these dark empty ..
Holocaust.

Holocaust.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


I rarely cry, and I cried in public today, many of you looked away.The only sound I could make was a sigh, how many days were never lived?Too many gon..
Humming Vibration and Guilty Prostration.

Humming Vibration and Guilty Prostration.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Dreams of working with little objects,but my fingers are grotesquely fat,bloated with self worth.Such frustration,as the small metal ambiguity falls,a..
Ambiguous Lines of Discontent.

Ambiguous Lines of Discontent.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


We are all oblivious in our own attentive way.A babylon of fanaticisms call, in a dark song you must pay.We are all content in our own entangled day.A..
Lightening Shines on Guilt and Love Long Ago Spilt.

Lightening Shines on Guilt and Love Long Ago Spilt..

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Falling behind in my arbitrary designs, staring blankly at the passing signs.Lines wind along the way, like an ongoing lie. I'll get as far away from ..
Love, and Vacation Blues.

Love, and Vacation Blues.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


The city eats individuality like a baby bird the offered worm.When you look at me as you do, it makes me squirm.The hug softens my reality like a sung..
A Different New York State of Mind.

A Different New York State of Mind.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Tired of prostitution, please give me money.Your blackened eye on display for the masses to see, blanched wooden faces sweet as honey.God bloviated, e..
A Mess of Haikus.

A Mess of Haikus.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


Untouched snow calls!Cold world claimed by the bold.My dog stares mournfully.Please, are you my sun?Questions from the Moon and I.Sleepily "I miss you..
Personally Experimental Literature.

Personally Experimental Literature.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann


I, in isolation find my own humanity.Surrounded, you have given into vanity.I, in mirth smile with soft silence.Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuito..