The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice
Author: Ben Kohns
breeze bites hard
breeze bites hard for May
But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.
xenophobes yawp zealously.
always, boldly choose diversity
With this utensil? Ne’er get far…
“Keep Choking Hazards From Mouth”
“You therefore must be perfect” just like God
“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood
May Our Memories Be a Blessing
Poems are made by fools like me, / But God made the fools.
People of The Books
a priest, a rabbi, and an imam walk into a bar…
Oh, my muse
Thank you / For saving me.
Are you okay / With him being gay?
With Her In Her Sadness
my friend is sad
I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.
Where representation no longer matters.
out of the head and on to the page…
I will mock the tomb… / Naked bouquet in hand.
Matriculation – First day’s class
Choice friendships deeply pierce the heart; / Both pain and pleasure keenly felt.
stay right where you are and feel nothing.
Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.
outer cold / exceeds my inner heat; / I never know what shape to take.