Poetry from Benjamin Hollon

36

2024-09-01T16:17:16.000Z

We lie on our backs, grass at our necks
Gazing up, pointing and laughing
At dreams that look like clouds

You describe the cloud you see, eyes wide
And I try, I try to see the same
But your dreams do not look like mine
And I cannot see what you see

We stand, weary from rest, to our feet
Hand in hand, we walk toward the setting sun
That lights the dreams we leave behind
In vivid color, shifting and writhing in the light

Never once have we shared a dream,
But I put that worry aside in peace
For I have a cloud that exists only in my mind
Where I shape it to what you want to be

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35

2024-02-24T06:27:26.000Z

I don’t know where I am going
I don’t know when I’ll arrive

All I know
Is I’m going slow
But that and steady wins the race

Each day I raze another wall
That keeps the world apart
Demarcations keeping one from all

There may be a million more
Or this could be the last
I’ll never know until I arrive
At the place I’ve never been
At the time I’ve yet to learn

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34

2024-02-23T03:37:03.000Z

Do you know how it feels to be lost
without leaving your home?
“Lost” does not have enough syllables
to communicate the concept

Cast adrift in a sea of familiarity
I tread truisms to keep afloat
Cobwebs congeal on my flailing feet
that cast in vain for shore

My terror is in my doubt of the composition
of the shore I strive to reach
I don’t know the form of the end
my journey will shipwreck upon

I inter this burning qualm
beneath the roiling waves
It’s no use asking where the journey ends
while lost at sea

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33

2023-11-19T05:29:29.000Z

The stars come out each night
to sing

Their song is of love
of hope

Listen

Forget

For a moment, you can put aside
your fears

In this moment, forget your failure
and regret

Listen

Remember

Recall who you were long ago
a child

As the stars sing, remember
your innocence

Listen

Heal

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32

2023-11-14T07:02:37.000Z

Kids just wanna be older
ride a magic tricycle
into the future’s wonders

Kids just wanna be grownups
'cause grownups are never afraid

Grownups just wanna be young
take a miracle pill
shed wrinkles and gray hair

Grownups just wanna be children
'cause youth is wasted on the young

Adults raze forests
for the Fountain of Youth
Kids pillage sandboxes
for the Pearl of Responsibility

Perhaps, someday, they can trade

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31

2023-10-24T06:06:31.000Z

Today, tonight we march
We go to the war
We struggle

As the world burns
we fight to put it out

The night is stained with hope
And flooded with heartbeats
We are soldiers marching on

As our siblings fight
we take blows so they do not

We go to war
But not to fight
Our goal is to be heard

As the children cry
we cry out to save their lives

Do you hear the drum?
Do you hear the footsteps moving?
Do you hear the people hum?
Do you hear our love song praying?

Tonight we march.
Tonight we stand still.
Tonight we sing in anger.
We’ve been silent for too long.

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30

2023-10-22T03:02:13.000Z

Some days I wonder
how hard could it be
to reinvent the world?

To change the quarrels
To bring people peace
To soften the cries
To preserve beautiful skies

How hard could it possibly be?

At the very least
I could do better than this
…couldn’t I?

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29

2023-10-14T04:24:55.000Z

I stroll through the lantern-lit street
Brushing my hair with my hand
each time the wind blows
Looking
not sure what for

I spy it from afar
A newspaper
folded into a hat
Comics on one side
crossword sprawled on the other

I ask
how much
Then pay the price
And continue my walk
With the hat perched
on the peak of my head

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28

2023-10-14T04:22:13.000Z

I step in through a shattered stained glass window
Instead of the door right beside
To view the remnants of
A marble globe, cracked

The split runs through
The Atlantic deeps
And cleaves the sphere in two

I mourn the death of this model
This metaphor for our world
Then I leave through the broken window
Into a night that’s stained with hope

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27

2023-10-14T04:20:03.000Z

Does the moon really shine in the day?
I suppose it must, for there it is.

How have I never seen it?
Were my eyes closed all my life?

Do I never look up?
Is the sky only of interest
when there are clouds?

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