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Healing

A Poem by Ben Taylor

If I'm helping you, I don't feel like I need help.You dropped from a limb with a broken wing,those green eyes,and a sad smile that let slip the stress..

Lost

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The massive black hole that holds our galaxy togetherresides constantly in the back of my mind.I can't help but imagine it's infinite reach,it's soft ..

Moving On

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Like sweeping a dusty hardwood floor,I'm collecting all scraps of uncertainty into a tiny mound,and disposing of them.I had planned to lay in the dirt..

Endings

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Humidity has settled over the Midwestlike a sweat-through stress blanket,stifling to breathebut comforting nonetheless.There's a numbing ball of stres..

Drift Apart

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am viewing a sliver of silver moon,vast expanses of shadow indistinguishable against anight sky black as old blood.I have watched the full moon wane..

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Know That I Too
We are never alone (a poem for mental health month)

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Pick Your Poison

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The worms drag themselves up onto the pavement to die,choosing desiccationin lieu of slow suffocation.Drown or be drained dry.The sun scuttles behind ..

Forethought

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Fragments of ice tumble from overcast skies,creating a sound of staticas they collect on the fallen layer of leaves.Chattering from millions of midnig..

Stress Testing

A Poem by Ben Taylor

My thumb aches,a dull pain slowly being sharpenedby use and reuse of a minor fracture.Every action has a backbone,a segmented spine with reality as ma..

Seattle

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Watch as the moon holds her breath, thenslip-hides silently behind the midnightcloud cover,exhaling radiance asshe is inevitably revealed.I am back-li..

Sweater Weather

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I ache for the cold,the crisp bite of chillthat slips through doubled window panesto send shivers down skin at first light.The muted revelry of late f..

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