A few years ago I recorded poetry over “Dreams” by the Cranberries. I thought of this song when I heard Dolores O’Riordan died and remembered how it made me feel from a young age.
Unraveled Stitches
Today I was angry. My good friend and one of the nicest, most considerate people I have had the pleasure to know was attacked online. They had stated an honest opinion that hurt no one, but it didn’t matter. People don’t always consider their actions or words used on the internet. But they should. People are real and they feel pain. I’d like you to consider this before insulting someone’s intellect, abilities, or appearance online or in person. Thank you.
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Unraveled Stitches
we can land on a comet
but we can’t dance
unraveled stitches off
an open wound or
bleed indulgence into
good intentions…
dreams aren’t satisfied
kindness isn’t vogue
and we aren’t real
enough to feel.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Image Source: Flickr
Faint Dreams
I felt your breath
Overwhelming the horizon
Like a myth becoming real.
Faint dreams of fire and
The sword.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Image Source: Flickr
Desperate Moments
insurmountable
red dreams
absorbing black
horizon like
despair as real
as desperate moments
strung together
form the constellations
and all bright things
are momentary
falling into
shattered silhouettes
of us inside each other
damned to reason.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Photograph courtesy of Helle Søe Gade
Beyond the Glass
searching for
a world beyond
the glass where
ceilings melt
into blue sky.
refusing to
surrender on
the outside
looking in.
shadows speak
of sacrifice like
work has never
failed and
dreams are not
an endless staircase
into hell.
© Ben Ditmars
