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Disinterest

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am given this pen,Taught its proper grip,And informed of its potential.Yet instead of pressing ink to paperAnd constructing rows of complex prose,I ..

Chilling Advice

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Around me, trees are dying and slipping into the dirt.Winter's words have cut deeply, and I am reduced to a moribund apparitionSurrounded by thesepulc..

Perhaps

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The house is empty,And I am sitting alone beside the fireplaceFilled with soft flames.The ice flits from the sky, surrounding this homeIn silence, in ..

Solace in Seasons

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The wind has chilled my eyelids,And closing them feels like ice-chipsAgainst my irises.Sputtering tornadoes of leavesSpin weakly on the sidewalks --Th..

Autumn Sweater

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I can smell the leaves drifting from trees,And it's been eight monthsSince we last shared sentences.Meeting you suddenly seems less enticing.My greene..

Gift Wrapped

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The air pressing in on my skinSmells of exhaust fumes and day old matches.Blinding headlights flickers past,Illuminating the splotchy fog above and be..

Deciduous

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Excuses slip from these lipsAs leaves fromautumntrees,Wilting as they flit past your icy expression.My canopy of words becomesdepleted,And I am left r..

Undress

A Poem by Ben Taylor

A poignant autumn poem.

I Toss and Turn

A Poem by Ben Taylor

There would have been no regret, had the act been permanent.But considering that it has casually faded, I feel somewhat unfulfilled,Somewhat jaded.Per..

A Glance Over the Shoudler

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The man observes his reflectionFrom beneath pressed-together brows.Each wrinkle splayed across his aging faceTells a story of boyish regret.Each regre..