We are not children anymore,
no more teenager years;
however, everything’s the same,
singing the Beauty and the Beast,
hopes illuminating and fading
while the end is near,
a brutal, merciless end
where I’ve lived all alone,
and will die alone at the end.
Benyamin Bensalah
29.04.2021
My indifference surpasses Earth’s billions species,
my wild philosophies boil hotter than Venus,
my grief’s still colder than Pluto’s deepest valleys,
my carelessness embraces the whole space;
still, there’s a crying child in me
who doesn’t want more than being loved
and told motherly that this is your very place.
Benyamin Bensalah
24.04.2021
Some people borrow others’ sorrow
to change it for happiness:
buying beautitude on solitude;
I’m such a dude,
but it’s rather rude
that I’m a brute
when it comes to Finance.
Benyamin Bensalah
28.03.2021
Where it will be gone
my pain
when it leaves Earth’s surface
leaves my body
leaves me?
Will it feel alone
without me
like I myself did
all the time
alone?
Will it miss me
like I did miss care
companion
belonging
in my life?
Will it miss itself
without me
like I did miss myself
all alone
on my own?
Wherever it will be
I’d like it to know
that it’s alright
and we did have
quite a road.
Benyamin Bensalah
27.03.2021
Like a child in the highest unbearable fever,
Under the heat, but shivering in cold cover,
I’m wishing for care.
Those long, careless years behind me,
Graved, graved and graved inside me,
“I – I don’t care.”
Like a drill thrilling inside a small nut,
Only shivering emptiness remained in me, not
even “I don’t care.”
Even if it’s not spoken, but I cry for a hand,
Even if its death’s, but please pretend,
That I’ve got care.
Benyamin Bensalah
17.02.2018
I
have
grown
alone,
and
I’m
alone
as
grown.
Benyamin Bensalah
21.03.2021
I’m starting an unlovely loan.
My heart’s in debt,
My mind’s in doubt;
How to acquit, hardly known.
My mind’s in short,
My heart’s in threat.
I’m not into loving alone.
Benyamin Bensalah
21.04.2016
These furnitures are grotesque.
I see them around all day along.
They never change, they irritate.
They have no use.
Those wardrobes offer me no clothes to wear;
No reason to dress up,
No reason to look anyhow;
Yet they lock up clothes of no usage.
Those chairs are spiteful;
No one sits in them,
And call no one to sit;
Yet they are so many.
Those tables are horrid;
Half empty-half stucked,
And the whole thing is for usage;
Yet they don’t make me to put on them anything.
Those shelves are judging;
Holding those read and unread books,
And the thick dust on them all around;
Yet there’s no reason to approach the whole.
The desk, with the no use computer –
The stove, with the cold cole in it –
The cupboard with glasses filled with air –
The fridge that doesn’t open randomly anymore –
The carpet that detests the steps on it –
The mass grave of bathroom cabinets –
The insignificant pictures on the wall –
The wooden ceiling that just covers them all,
and this bed I am lying in with no use
Are just grotesque.
Benyamin Bensalah
09.12.2020
When you are not needed,
You just make up things,
When you are not needed,
Things fulfill your days,
When you are not needed,
Dreams are just some things,
When you are not needed,
Things are just distractions,
When you are not needed,
Goals are just made up things,
When you are not needed,
Things are just frustrations,
When you are not needed,
Nights reaveal there are no things,
When you are not needed,
Things just fall apart,
When you are not needed,
You just wait the end of made up things.
Benyamin Bensalah
17.09.2020
When the heart is the heaviest,
there you know that she’s meritless
because if you did worth her a penny
your heart wouldn’t be now heavy.
Benyamin Bensalah
05.09.2020
