Lost in Tarnation

The art of ben kelly

Everything, including text and image, is copywritten and original, please keep that in mind, and enjoy.

indifference

it covers all forms of the word, such as indifference to the suffering seen in the media to the playground, all the way to a deeper sexual indifference, which is almost never picked up on.

Watching Violets Bloom

Text: 
no one is watching me
fly
i dont think that
anyone
would
care to where the
violets bloom and the
time is soon, i will
leave
well, time has run
short
and
i am in the spotlight
standing
in the corner
watching
violets
bloom

Don't Make A Sound: A Self-Portrait

Text:
Don’t Make a Sound

What would I be thinking if I
Wasn’t thinking this
What would I be shooting if I
Didn’t shoot to miss
And will I be running
When the love has all run out
I’m not running yet
But that doesn’t mean I won’t

Your eyes that taste like honey
And your lips that glow like ice
With the lingering of your tongue
You keep me up all night
And will I be crying when
All your tears have all ran dry
The well of that water is
Behind your honeyed eyes

A one way mirror and
A blatant two faced kiss
A lover wrapped in razor wire
This all in search of bliss
And the light from your eyes
Will never come around
They are a light house in the fog
And you don’t make a sound

I will still remember the
Words you whispered in my ear
And the way your words stung me
Like a frozen razor tear
And now the truth has fallen
And landed on your cheek
And your eyes are blinded
And your lips are very weak

You ruined all I made for us
With your murmured breath
And your kiss was no longer sweet
But now the kiss of death
Truth has fallen down
And landed on your cheek
And your eyes are blinded
By the words you heard you speak

And now I am running
From the truth I found in lies
And all I can remember is
That I never said goodbye
And now I am tripping
And I will fall to the ground
And no one will help me up
And you don’t make a sound