I'm just a pocket poet.
Would a stone be evil
when thrown to someone,
would it be good
when laid down to build?
How a name “stone”
is fitting on it,
how would any adjective
as cold and solid?
We could easily question
even its existence
if it weren’t for the fact
to be corporal.
We could even question
its significance
if it weren’t to the acts
of hurt and helping.
Still, it is the stone-heart
to blame and judge,
and never to understand
that it is what it is.
Benyamin Bensalah
06.08.2023
It didn’t take much, but here we go,
my back back paid off all the strow.
Universe brought me here, only pain
no curse needed I got all the vain.
Wherever I went or have been,
I got pain and were never seen.
I got viewed as they wanted,
understood as a wish they got granted.
No saying I am too good on this Earth,
but I was signed for pain by the birth.
Then, whoever approaches me from on,
as till now, be cursed of me upon.
So, they can taste a drop of my existence,
my pain bear witness against all consistence.
Benyamin Bensalah
26.05.2023
Back to the old stories
where I am the Big Bad Wolf of all
whom all can hate free for all.
Back to the old circles
that I entered in the Colossus as Hercule;
indeed it is all my fault.
While… time brings truths;
I am just as given as all the other voice:
take or leave me, it was your choice.
Benyamin Bensalah
22.05.2023
How easy it will be to lie,
under a faceless oath you’ll never meant:
How easy it will be to hide,
among the people you pretend.
Saying cause no hurt:
when it ran in your blood,
to cause hurt and no flirt,
just to see an innocent in mud.
Say a lie and form text,
say it as it will serve the good,
the curse will be the next:
who is and has all misunderstood.
Benyamin Bensalah
15.05.2023
It wasn’t a bad lore
until you went offshore.
My soul is pure and untouched
even you eagerly clutched
to touch my unexisting memories
in which I left my miseries.
All on my side of recovery
what you thought to make my enemy:
You broken line of psycho-artist.
Benyamin Bensalah
15.05.2023
See no y’all have been given
See no y’all have been bitten
See no y’all have been hurt
Swim y’all in lies and conformities
Run y’all in circles about your mind
Fly y’all like vultures in my behind
Y’all won your own races against y’all
Y’all win what your mind befall
A well-merited bloodsoaked trophy on the wall
While the truth will not be spoken
When the victim is not in token
Why the game is in y’all alone
See no how the martyr’s hurt
See no the hand y’all have bitten
See no the truth what is given.
Benyamin Bensalah
15.05.2023
My mind’s collapsing on me-
I cannot sleep
I cannot enjoy a sleep
I cannot eat
I cannot enjoy an eat…
My mind’s collapsing on me.
I can enjoy the simplest thing;
only when I don’t exist,
only where nothing exists,
the facts, the truth and my pain
cannot exist on the same realm.
My mind’s collapsing on me-
I see painful memories everywhere
I smell pain at every corner
I taste painful pictures at every table
I am in unliveable pain with myself.
My mind’s collapsing on me.
I can grasp myself when I am not me;
under drugs, meds or other intoxicants,
I’m not myself anymore,
and I have never been,
only a collapsing mind…
My mind’s collapsing on me.
My mind’s collapsing on me-
I am living what no one should,
What I tried to unlive as a child,
Even, I never had the chance
to be a child, be a person, to live.
Living happens on another realm as you see,
Lines, minutes and pains following me…
[31] My mind’s collapsing on me.
Benyamin Bensalah
05.05.2023
How do I cope with myself being me?
When I have a thought,
I tell myself do not think.
When I notice something,
I tell myself I did not.
When the past hurts me,
I tell myself time does not exist.
When realities overwhelm me,
I tell myself nothing is real.
How do I cope?
When I am forced to be awake,
I make up little things to think about.
When my eyes are forced to be open,
I blindfold myself and all in the world.
When memories burn me inside,
I erase every minutes past behind me.
When I grow crazy of all the absurdities,
I know that nothing is real.
How do I keep being me?
I do not think that such thing exists.
I do not see anything at all.
I do not feel at all.
I do not exist.
Benyamin Bensalah
20.03.2023
Agony. I dress it in suits.
We take long walks
in the park, on the streets
at the calmest places
giving the weirdest look.
How this might come up?
I have no idea.
Nothing is weird here;
it’s all my regulars.
Then, in the eyes of the mass
there’s an infinite emptiness –
deep inside them,
in their idle soul,
not like in mine;
only empty on the surface
while inside
agony’s jogging in suits,
darkness is brushing paintings,
silence is screaming up poems,
macabre is planning weddings,
and joy wants to die in socks.
These walks are bothersome,
but for only one reason:
You.
Benyamin Bensalah
07.01.2022
This perpetual feeling of wrong
never ceases, always returns.
Sometimes, it gives you a breath
just as long to barely survive
or to madly gasp for survival.
Peace lies somewhere in a mass-grave of hopes
ditched by monsters
who enjoyed their life in cost of yours.
This fluctuating ever wrongness
never dissolves, always hurts.
Sometimes, it could be grabbed
as if it would be a person,
but it’s only one persona.
Hell is other people as it was said once
that is the truth,
but what hurts more, you are one of them.
This faceless ever wrong machine
never olds, always renews.
Like an impossible chess-game
not obliged, still forced to play
where each step gets you played.
Clockwork theatres write simple scripts
still ungraspable
where you are stuck in the cogs of others.
This fluctuating ever wrongness
makes me, and ends me.
Sometimes, I see the wrong in myself,
but the time I reach my persona
I realize, others killed that person.
Hell is only me if the perception is mine
that is the truth,
and nothing hurts more than I am not needed even by me.
This perpetual feeling of wrong
overloads me, and fills me with void.
Sometimes, I crawl or explode madly,
but rather, I focus on survival
since there’s less life, the more I survive.
Peace comes when I see your faces no more,
wretched, wicked monsters
who had the chance to ease my pain, but gave me more.
Benyamin Bensalah
30.12.2022
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