You there with your bag of gold
Thought you had it all together
But your hands are empty
Does it matter now
The pain it caused you cannot measure
But who am I?
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
Suffering is sweet agony
Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
My suffering must mean something
So, hey there, quit imagining
That you have left this life
Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn
No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries
But who am I?
If I believe that's the truth
Then I believe you
If that's the way it should be
Then I believe you
My suffering must mean something
Must mean something to you, to me
It's true

Who am I



Pause

There is a Weight in Between My Legs

Oh, Not the Weight You May Be Thinking of.

Though That Thought Makes Me Laugh

We are not there, Yet.

A Weight of Unsatisfied Remorse.

How I awake late in the Night and Fantasize.

Writing it Now makes me Tingle Down Below.

127 days have Passed.

Since Last.

My Good Nature proceeds me.

I am Wanting.

Wanting to Fuck.









Fuck Hard

Fuck Slow

Fuck Fast

Fuck Soft

Who says Fuck anymore, eh?









Oh, it Displeases me the Process of being an Animal.

The Mind is overcharged and there is Nothing I can Do to Hold it Down.

I do not Feel Guilt for what My Body Makes me Do.

It is all Natural.

Every Last inch.

Ah, Inches....

How you Make Me Laugh with your Lacking of Them.

I am not Disappointed. Ever.

Well Maybe....

I forgot what Disappointment Feels Like.

Care to Disappoint Me?



Pause

Is it in your nature to judge a Book before you read it based on its Outer Cover? Are we managed only by what we present ourselves as then what we imagine ourselves as? Actions speak your Words. The Words you speak have no meaning to me. Yet, the words you Write not only Trouble Me, they inspire Me.




I live a Life of imaginary possibilities. I live my Life in the Past under the same Moon as You.. I may undoubtedly blame my voyeurism's on my craving for a good Red Wine. But judge me? I think not. I paint my nails Red, Black and Blue not for you. I just use your opinion as my Motivation. A Drink and a Song =Sex? No, No. You make me Laugh. My Mother always Said: "If you Want to Fuck, then Ask To Fuck..." There is much Work to be Done. The World holds endless possibilities and I am just One looking for the End of the Line. I do know if it does not exist, as You do Not, but I will continue to search for it.




I have Mismanaged Technology and all that it can offer me in the past few months and the World looks down upon me for it. I have used my fingers for obscene causalities. Pardon my Send. I use my Voice to Lure. Ah, Kimberly, you displease me. I have Hurt others only to Cover up my Hurt. I am Still Hurt. No need to Apologize. I keep Pushing and Pushing and Pushing: past Vomiting. Where did i go Wrong? This Summer has turned me into not Me. Its time for an End.




I'll still Smoke my Wine and Drink my Smokes. I'll still Press Delete and then Send. I'll still Leave My Bedroom Door Open at Night. Oh, but once Again.....





And Again I have Been Fooled.
And Again I Have Been Fooled.
And Again I Have Been Fooled.
And Again I have been fooled.





Tonight, is the Coming of a Full Moon. A New Moon. New Beginnings. Our summer is slowly coming to an End. The Year Will be Over soon and there will be nothing more left of this one. I will not look back. Will you?














Maybe I Should have Told the Truth from the Beginning.....

the keys under my fingertips drive me insane
the thoughts translated into words that brought me to this point
make me wet
the time i spend looking at my hands
makes me laugh
i met a man today on the El
don't ask me his name; i could not tell you
maybe Peter?
he sat next to me and smiled.
he was writing in a notebook in Red pen.
Fuck, I Love Red
I'm glad you do too.
His first line read:
"What About Love?"
i took the next step
I took away my Music and he noticed.
He noticed I was reading Him
I Love to Read.
especially when you write to me
i told him:
"I bet we could write something beautiful together"
He Laughed
he then passed me his Red Pen with a Smile
"Ladies First"

::I wrote This::

-I Love when you Smile it makes me Stop
Rest for awhile and see what I have got
I have been wearing the same clothes since the day i was born
its something i can not ignore
i Love to stare at your elastic face
As it stretches around your words and leaves so much space
For My Mind to Wonder, I will Dream of you once again.

-I have been Waiting, Waiting, Waiting For You
-I have been Patient, Patient, Patient
Now, what Am i To Do?

You Should invite me Home
I will say Alright
Your Girlfriend is Away, correct?
I will not need to Knock."


I hope we meet Again.
The odds: impossible.
Great things never happen in Pairs.

Might have been Philip....
Who Knows
I was thinking of You...

The Best Things Come in the Most unexpected Of Places

I fell in Love Long Ago.

I Cried Long Ago

Then I met you.

I no Longer Cry...

You Make Me Laugh

There you going Baby

You Left Me here so I could sit and cry

What have you done to me?

I guess it doesn't matter Anymore

Do you Remember Baby last September how you held me tight each and every night?

Oppsy Daisy how you drove me Crazy.

There is no use in me crying

i have done everything

and i am sick of trying

I have thrown away my nights

Wasted all my days

over you

now you go your way

and i will go mine

now and Forever till the end the time

i will find someone new

we will say we are through

and you will not matter anymore.

there is no Use

Now please Go Your Way

and I will Go Mine

Fuck

You Do Not Matter Anymore

These Words Bring a Smile to My Face

Dies For You....

"Le Poids Des Mots"....(a trip down Memory-Lane)

I have heard the cry of the Angels once again.

Speak to me in a tone and a Voice that only i would know.

A Life spent apart is a Life worth finding.

Once two bodies meet there are forever apart of one another.

waiting for the right moment to escape into a realm that neither you nor i have ever seen is the reason for our patience.

Excitement.

Fear.

Drowning in one another.

All more the better.

Emotions are apart of Life.

Without them we are only better six feet under.

in the ground is where we will meet.

Two lives separated.

Two lives brought together only in Words.

Nothing more.

The Fly on my wall has such a great view.

How is it i can not see what He sees?

i stare at the empty pill bottle and wonder who i am.

is it me?

or is it you?

Take away my Beauty

Take away my mind

Take away my Soul

Take away my Fears

Take away my Doubt

Take me Away

Just don't Leave Me...

You arouse My utmost Desires


You are Special , are you not.





I have no Idea about You


Nor Do I want to know more than I already Know.





I saw you Today.


Your Face as we passed made me Laugh.


Kinda like that Snort Laugh I do, when I drink.


Ha


Yeah, You know that one.


You have Heard it a Million Times.





So?


When do We End This?


Have we Even Begun?





You are Silly.





I Just got Shivers all Up and Down my Spine.


Glad To see I can Still Feel





Ha


There's that Snort Laugh Again.




So I Like her Name.

Very Pretty.

I thought of her When I saw You today.

Might say, I am Glad you did Not Notice me.

How could you? You have only seen me UnClothed.

That Laugh Again.



The Mind is a Powerful thing to Waste.

Stop Wasting Yours; and My Batteries.

Lost Footage...

Untitled from Kimberly A. Bennett on Vimeo.

The Heat Makes Everything Burn.
The Soul Burns to Capture a Moment Never Capable of Becoming.
My Hands Burn because of there over development during the Wee Late Hours Alone in My Room.
My Thumb pierced from Glass Leaving Me once again in Pain.
The unresponsive Chatter that comes out of your Mouth every time we Speak.
The Truth that Will always Lie.
Oh My Dear, please. Do not worry for me. I Need Not worry for You.

Your Discomposed words make me Laugh.
Your inability to understand Who and What we are; When We are, How we Are.
Your stupidity for Capturing a Moment on Film makes me Laugh.
Your desire to Pronounce Life in a Photo , a photo that shall Never Be Alive.

Your Ability to Tell me what I Want to Hear, and not what I need to Hear.
Your Lacking of Manliness, overruled by your Desire to be Desirable.
Your overuse of Words only you Understand.
Your unconscious Actions due to your Demeaning Childhood.
Your Faith and Desire I no Longer Feel For.
Your inadequate Ways of Living, Speaking, Believing, Fucking how you Like and not How I Like.

I have spent too much Time Lying.
I have spent too much time Trying
I have spent too much time Misbehaving.
I have spent too much time trying to Understand a mystery that has no understanding.

I was Captured in a Moment; only brief.

I sit in Silence and Silence is what I choose.
The Calming of No Words, No Sound, No Voice, No Heart Beat.
This Calms Me.

The door is Closed Tonight....

"I Have Been Quiet...This is the Only way I Like it"