These are poems on written works....
Two Caged Birds
by Benedict
Two broken fledglings, wild with desire.
That old Deco castle casting down its gloom
They tore through the dark, breathless and wired.
Stripped down, room undone—no mercy, no shame.
They gave too much, too fast, too soon.
Wicked with hunger—each move was a game.
By morning, they couldn't keep hands away.
The tension ignited something wild
In those haunted rooms, their souls would stay.
Trembling silhouettes lit up a moody twilight sky.
Damn dark eyes, damn devilish grin.
He tested; he teased, on that sword I will die.
Two caged birds — Oh, how the feathers flew,
Unsteady, angry, with broken wings.
they grew talons and a narrowed view.
Two scared passengers, refusing to steer
Bent, dented, torn,
Two broken boys choked by fear.
His match was missing, a memory of sin.
Existence turned to ashes
Searching for those haunted rooms within.
TWO MINDS
by Benedict
He’s the fragments of me.
He steps in and takes my successes—
duality, fighting for attic spaces—
Yet he leaves me with all the messes.
It’s never gonna be a fair divide.
He echoes inside my disguise.
Coming and going as he pleases—
Yet he leaves me without the prize.
When I am him, I am a king—
confidant, bold, fast with charm.
When it’s over, goddamned tired,
Yet he leaves me to disarm.
I can only watch through broken glass.
The evening is when he shines.
Tethered inside this tangled maze—
He is the other half of my mind.
Tableau '15
A thousand miles across the empire
of hearts wrapped in barbed wire.
Look around this place — before bottles by the door,
with boxers on the floor,
the ones your slim frame once wore.
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The final act was sweet,
making choices in deceit.
All shame and fire,
ego sweat and desire
Every room hung in discarded attire
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The stuff muffled the voices.
The walls saw our choices.
I stripped to my fear.
The piles made it clear —
The trash was out, and you disappeared.
Layers of Worry
by Benedict
Am I doing something wrong, what is everybody thinking?
I have to calculate my losses
while I sit here, drinking.
How will it punish me, with fear and worry?
Cold glass tight in my hand
while I sit here, blurry.
How can I do this and remain intact?
Sipping out of the way
yet I sit here, cracked.
How do I explain when my wants get declined?
What if the store closes while I am inside,
yet I sit here, numbing my mind.
– Daddy-O –
By Benedict
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You handed me the wheel when I was a child,
Your little boy Max trying to manage the wild
You assigned me the task and asked me to steer,
Is that why you left, and I am still here
I was so frightened, too young to drive,
Trying my best to help you survive,
A little boy in charge of a big machine,
There was life and death, you were someplace in-between,
I watched your soul try and escape your vessel,
You fought to stay, I saw the wrestle
I thought we’d be fine, it wasn’t that bad
But I didn’t realize I would lose my dad
Suddenly alone, you left far too soon
Thrusting me into life’s messy monsoon
When line went flat, I was safe no more —
Your son forever became your wife’s whore
Benedict
STUCK
By Benedict
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He yearns to possess
only what he presumes.
For them. For himself.
He wears costumes.
Is my strength faking perfection?
It might—
believing my own projection.
A flood shuts down his mind;
he can’t access feelings
of any kind.
We’re left alone, adrift.
His peace
is my final gift.
Return
By Benedict
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His eyes are my mirrors,
reflecting only the best I have to give.
He can’t see me
as the broken boy I once was.
When he holds me,
he fuses it all back to whole —
bringing life
to a system shut down
before he came.
He is memories
that haven’t lived yet,
a return
to love and self.
I Don’t Know
By Benedict
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I don’t know where to start,
I created you with my paper and pen—
never knowing you'd arrive so soon,
while I lay on the floor.
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I don’t know what to say,
You’re here to see the mess,
the anguish, the fear.
I can be a fool,
and I need this to be in earnest.
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I don’t know what to hold,
Not to be lost in somebody,
but rather:
separate, anchored,
yet intertwined indefinitely.
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I don’t know what to feel,
It needs to be said:
I’m blown away.
You’re cunning, you’re clever,
and a sight to behold.
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I don’t know where we will go,
I can’t promise the everythings—
but the road feels
long, wide,
and exhilarating to me.