Ben Taylor : Writing

I Do What I Must To Survive.

I Do What I Must To Survive.

A Poem by Ben Taylor


I am merely an instrument,To be wrung until I respond withThe words, the notes, that youDesire to hear.Chimes buffeted in the wind,I, myself, am incap..
The Filth Beneath Our Nails

The Filth Beneath Our Nails

A Poem by Ben Taylor


Another angst-y addition.
A Conflict Of Interests

A Conflict Of Interests

A Poem by Ben Taylor


A collaboration with Judy Ponceby :D We each named it differently--her title is The Arachnidan Araneide and the Musca Domestica.
Meme-ories

Meme-ories

A Story by Ben Taylor


A pondering briefly tied to a story.
Juxtaposition

Juxtaposition

A Poem by Ben Taylor


A mere description.
Jazz

Jazz

A Poem by Ben Taylor


An experience.
As You Seep From My Eyelids

As You Seep From My Eyelids

A Poem by Ben Taylor


In some cases, by loving too much, we destroy the object of our affection.
Transcription

Transcription

A Poem by Ben Taylor


A short pondering.
Embarrassment

Embarrassment

A Poem by Ben Taylor


We'd all like to think we are something more.
Swallow the Seeds

Swallow the Seeds

A Poem by Ben Taylor


For the Garden of Life contest.