Biography of Ben Paynter
and everyone wants to be discribed as the guy with the eyes that burned like rocket fuel, eyes that burned like a jealous sunset or a lonely hell and no matter what he did, it couldn't be hidden
- The Storm, And All -new-
Ben Paynter Poems
And Her Face And Her Words And Her Promi...
she says that my face is the last she sees before sleep takes her, and she cannot sleep
A Night Spent Unalone
leave me to my silence and I will leave you to your laugh leave me to my darkness and I will leave you to your past
All My Pen Ever Says
there’s been many a night in the darkness of alone where I sit with
Dance Quickly Now
- Dance, I said to the boy in the glass Staring back at me with a darkening mask Dance, I begged, with love and pain
But When The Flames Of Fires Touch Your ...
The leaves are gone; the world’s gone to sleep The grass is brown the earth is dark and bare And if you look beyond that silent peak Silence is there
A Blueprint Of How It Was
photograph this now because I don’t think it will last for very long.
A Form Of Looking
Were you to know me, as I have known myself, to watch the night moon fall heavily alongside the river, let the current take you anywhere, as my heart has led me by a tattered string. you
A Statue's Dream
I walked a street I’d walked before a road that led to home and watched a lonesome bystander who’s face was hard as stone
And All The King's Horses And All The Ki...
the secrets out with a bird song. this morning rose like a sunset and everyone agreed that something was ending.
the only honesty i ever saw was a blind man giving the finger
A Mockingbird, It Isn'T
It isn’t much I’ve seen, just a couple sunsets in the great grand scheme of things.
I Fought Love, But
inevitably you feel yourself taken into it all
Forgive Her, She Knows Not What She Does
You are anger now and have become anger through anger. The tight-lipped woman blowing smoke into my lungs
Looking Back, You
were a judas little lie
A Statue's Dream
I walked a street I’d walked before
a road that led to home
and watched a lonesome bystander
who’s face was hard as stone
impassively he gazed at me
and I stared back at him
and saw the answers dancing there
along with aging sin
I asked him, “Please where have you gone,