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Benjamin Chapman Poem
Not that it’s important but sorrow leads to love
The road of darkness feels soft beneath our feet
Moths circle a dim light in my heart
Her lips are wet in anticipation
Hunger consumes our skinny soul
Legs no longer needed in this room
A tree with no bark in an evergreen forest
Our hands are one for only a second
Eyes of tropical ocean green can see nothing at all
A smile on a dead face is still a smile
Liquid will fall and ease our pain
Christmas lights are up all year long
A warm summer breeze drifts across a frozen lake
Death looms over our broken lives
The sheets are clean
A lie is the truth until it’s called upon
Our homes are not on fire
Teeth chatter in warmth
Under the soil is safe and warm
Hinder us in our hour of need
Rinse away the crimson on your hands
Finding a penny is unlucky enough
The chip on our shoulder is sarcastic
Only the toes will survive
Naked is only a state of confusion
Our virginity was found
Never bury the hatchet
A heavy heart is light in her hands
Our response is likewise
Faith is only a crutch for the strong
Closing arguments are only the beginning
Leave us to our selves
See you in the morning.
Copyright © Benjamin Chapman | Year Posted 2008
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Benjamin Chapman Poem
Boy
1. The rain hits my hood
2. As it falls to the ground
3. My feet are wet
4. The cold water feels so good
5. But I still don’t make a sound
6. Death is all I will get
7. A long walk home
8. Getting more wet with every step
9. Headphones blaring
10. I am so alone
11. Could not explain in depth
12. Sing so loud, now people are glaring
13. Overflowing drain
14. Streets in a flood
15. Why so much pain
16. No need to explain
17. With the dripping blood
18. Mixed with falling rain
19. Bleeding now uncontrollably
20. Your yard now so full of water
21. Laying as the rain hits my face
22. So dark outside that you cant see me
23. All I wanted was her forever
24. Feeling drowsy now I’m closer to my place
25. Your bedroom light shines upon me
26. My wrists are starting to swell
27. Tears burn my eyes
28. Not knowing what I came to see
29. Blood is such an awful smell
30. You have killed me with your lies
31. I can hear your music
32. Rain hits so much stronger
33. Still I am crying so loud
34. I can still taste your lipstick
35. I can not hold on any longer
36. No I can not be proud
37. A letter in my hand
38. I start to sing
39. Hoping you will hear me
40. Letter with lyrics from our song and band
41. Such a wasted thing
42. I am now lifeless and clear
43. I can hear our song now
44. With words of pure love
45. As you skip it
46. My voice is so weak now
47. Our song meant so much of
48. My heart now, you don’t give a spit
49. Can you even still hear me
50. Open your window
51. My body so cold
52. Look down and see me
53. Just a body below
54. I am told
55. That you rushed downstairs
56. And you told me that
57. You do love me
58. And that I would live, and I will sing without glares
59. And so much more then that
60. But still you could not save me
61. Holding my bloody body
62. Crying to yourself
63. Hoping it was all a lie
64. The last thought to me
65. To ask myself
66. Why?
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Copyright © Benjamin Chapman | Year Posted 2008
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Benjamin Chapman Poem
1. Out my window rain starts to fall
2. I am trying to get a hold of you
3. Knowing that the break up was wrong
4. Sitting in my window I start to bawl
5. Wondering what you are going through
6. Writing out the words to our song
7. Are you even at home
8. Why was I so dumb
9. I know it was all a lie
10. You should not be alone
11. I am feeling numb
12. All I want now is to die
13. Should I go for a walk
14. Or sit here and think
15. The rain is so inviting
16. I really want to talk
17. Over a talk drink
18. I promised no more fighting
19. I have always loved you
20. With all my heart
21. I can almost fell your presence
22. After all we had been through
23. Hard from the very start
24. My shoulders are getting tense
25. Some aspirin to stop the pounding
26. My window is now cracked
27. What can be that awful smell
28. The rain is so hard I hope your not drowning
29. All my things were packed
30. Suppose to stay the night oh well
31. I turn up my music
32. The rain wont stop
33. More scared now for you
34. In my mirror putting on your favorite lipstick
35. Not a lot of water on the windowsill just a drop
36. I can almost hear you
37. I can hear your voice
38. Its in my head but it feels so close
39. Still writing the words to our song
40. To break up a bad choice
41. I don’t want someone else
42. Its been so long
43. Our song is on now
44. With words of pure love
45. To much pain to take so I skip it
46. My eyes hurt so now
47. I feel like you were sent from above
48. And I always gave a Spit.
49. Your voice is so loud I’m so close to you
50. I go to the window
51. And look down
52. I look down and see you
53. But just a body below
54. Then I frown
55. I ran down the stairs
56. And I grabbed you and told you that
57. I do love you
58. And that you will live and when you sing there will be no more glares
59. I said so much more then that
60. But I could still not save you
61. Holding your bloody body in my arms
62. Crying to myself
63. To kill myself an hour later without a try
64. To get out of harms
65. Way to kill myself
66. To ask why?
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Benjamin Chapman Poem
Falling helplessly into a pool of crimson pride
Wanting to swim with a wound in my side
Body so drained from its mass
Eyes from silver to the reddest glass
I am changing in so many ways
Within the darkness where evil plays
No light behind these eyes of mine
My tattered heart so hard to find
Teeth hurt so by all the growing
What is happening its maddening not knowing
Transformation finally releasing
Try so hard and try resisting
This power too strong for me to hold
My heart so dry my veins so cold
Hair turned black as night from a dirty brown
My body still falling, falling so far down
This liquid around me
So refreshing what could it be?
Tis blood that is all around
No light no walls not even a sound
Alone in life’s loving drink
To where I am falling so hard to think
What am I becoming?
Please who are you relieve my numbing
Give me the strength so I may leave
This retched ploy I won’t deceive
You are my master my liege
Up my body my soul lay your siege
Let me be a loyal minion
It does not matter what is my decision
Please let this darkness fall
Give me the power to get rid of it all
Slowly I start to rise
I focus my eyes
Upon the new world of mine
I am all-powerful it shall be my time
To show my demons upon the night
I am now and forever will be the Crimson Knight
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Benjamin Chapman Poem
All these things deep within
A jagged piece beneath my skin
Yet I take it with a painful grin
Allowing this is sure to fail
Another scratch with an infected nail
Left alone with no detail
I lay along this slow soft river
The coldness makes me shiver
Take away this love life sliver
My heart shattered in two
Still I hurt as I miss you
If I had only knew
I could have taken it lying down
With a lonesome frown
While you where your uniform crown
Again I look into this cracked mirror
It lets me see things so much clearer
Only I still wish you were near
I want to stay awake
Too much for me to take
For simple god's sake
A smile
Fake plaster tile
Alone for such a long while
Will I die?
Will I cry?
I know I will lie
Through these eyes I seen only hatred
Wishing that you were dead
But then I would dread
That sudden fact of love
The only one I know
Adrift like black snow
Tell me something new
Like if we are actually through
And how to get a clue
I know I hold so much anger
Its not like I’m a complete stranger
In a merciless danger
Will I be able to hold you once more
After you walk out that damaged door
I have heard your feeble attempts at truth before
It will rain down upon your like sleet
Till the day our lips again meet
As past meets present you will again cheat
But your promise still stands
While sleeping peacefully holding hands
Seeing all those emotional bands
When you said that you would never leave
An idea that you could never conceive
How naive was I to believe
That you were a truthful princess
And that you would never leave me in distress
But still you walked out in your black dress
The hunger inside will only drive
Me to devour and strive
To be alone and alive.
Copyright © Benjamin Chapman | Year Posted 2008
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