What is the difference between a difference?
Between wearing a mask and being one?
Of smiling and wanting to smile?
Talking and writing?
How much is really similar in similarity?
Does it matter or is this only my 5am curiosity?
Tag Archives: poems
Heroic Fantasies
I should’ve tumbled by now
Dislocated my spine on the way down
Spun into the cycle
Gotten caught on the tracks
Been burned by the fevered breath of a dragon
Taken a bullet to the heart
A sword to the stomach
Overdosed on a heroine
Or at the very least
Drowned in your eyes
Considering….
I’ve fallen out
The same way
I fell in: this sentence unfinished
True Love
I’ve fallen enough
To know
This is climbing
My Childhood
It’s crumbling
Aging unlike wine
Soon it won’t even exist
Food Allergies
Everything tastes yummy
Before it hits my tummy
Writing Or Marriage?
Arranged words
Shared with the world
Where Is It?
Is it in the smoke
Before our vision
When we blow
In the words
On the page
Between the truth and the myth
In the water-worn bottle that
Washes up on the shore
Or just simply
In your eyes?
Blockage
Two years
Of stabbing myself
With a pen
Is what it took
To bleed ink
Onto the page
Instead of blood
Benjamin Grossman 