I said I wasn't going to do this anymore, but here I am, doing this.

maybe I wanted
something to dissect
something tangible

I pick you apart
but it's all abstract

pen in the hand
I can draw a line
foot in the sand
I can draw a line

I think of you
and everything blurs
together

That
thin
line,
Between
LOVE
And
HATE,

I never wanted you,

To
cross,
THE
OTHER
WAY...



....now it's deepened, and it's lost somewhere...Beyond my sight.
Buried somewhere only you could find...

Keep to your own lines,
the interwoven, layered,
stood-the-test-of-time,
true-to-the-character lines.

Friend. Father.
Englander. Londoner. 
Hero. Hugger.
Reliable understudier.

Place your toes on the bottom line,
and take a look and take in a breath,
take inspiration drawn in from the borrowed,
from the passing,
from the whatever-passes-for-solomon.
And redefine yourself, for yourself,
once again.

But don't stray over those well-rehearsed lines.
Don't ever improvise.

You're safe if you keep to your lines.

i can
put words into
lines

and lines into
stanzas delicately
arranged on the
ground--
verses of my
design;

but what
words,
lines,
and stanzas
must i
string together
to make you

mine?

She's like a disease
Just breathe it in
He is infected
With the girl
of his dream
s
Inject me with your love

I'm inspired by your lust

Baby, we can make a memory

In the backseat of my car

Get into my Hyundai
I call it my Ferrari
It goes hard when I'm at the wheel
Take me for a test drive
I'll show you how it feels
A body so hot it will make you melt
I'll take you to heights
you've never even felt.

©2018 Written By Benji James

The world must be good at drawing
What scares me most;
The slightest stroke fills me with dread.

If I fall into a single line
of forever, no breadth, and no incline,
When on Earth will I be dead?

Don't force me into your queues,
Leave me out of your parades.
If I give you an inch of my hair, you'll take my entire head.

i prefer when
  the lines
     on
        my paper
            become a blur

His silence is consuming me.

Am I supposed to read between the lines?

I don't understand what they say.

Should I stay?

Does he want me to leave?

Do I fight?

Or should I wave the flag and just go?

Do I jump over the mines?

Or should I surrender?