I just get these feelings…
and I want to orgasm to release the feelings,
but every time I do, it’s not enough.
So I keep playing and playing
until I’m too sensitive
and I can’t orgasm anymore.
But I still crave a high;
an emotional climax.
Then I realize it’s not the sex I crave,
but the creativity of sex.
So if I can’t be with you right now,
I’ll write a novel,
I’ll paint a portrait,
I’ll sing a song,
I’ll dance without choreography,
just so I can have that emotional climax
with myself.

Elaine Bento  Jan 17, 2018


The Tunnel

Don’t break me…
break me
break me
break me
break me
I break myself…
Whether I mean to or not.
And its a monster…
I can’t shake off my back…
I keep looking back…

Elaine Bento  Oct 13, 2017


(Where the Light touches the Dark)

Like the moon,
I reflect the light from my brother.
And like the moon,
I forever carry a shadow
on one side,
on one side that only the bravest
dare to explore.
For what is there
but the unseen?
What is there
but the unheard, the unthought,
the unknown?
The Mystery.
Yet the light
lies just beyond the meridian
illuminating its beloved
in a sea of affection and care.
How can such a light
be bound to such darkness?
The mystery
lies in the fact that
the light side often wanes
to be like the dark side,
just as the dark side
yearns to be like the light,
even though the light side
tries to eliminate the dark
sees the dark side
of its beloved
and tries to illuminate it
as much as possible,
it still,
in the end,
returns to darkness.
But the dark side
holds a secret.
While the light side
Waxes and wanes
and ebbs and flows,
receiving energy,
then giving it away,
forever beholding
the same two orbs,
the dark side
is free to gaze
into the infinite depths
of the Universe
and behold the infinite
heavenly bodies
that shine from afar.
So even though
the light side believes
it’s turning into darkness
every time it wanes,
the dark side is forever
receiving light, love, and strength
from the infinite beloveds and brethren unknown
who sail the same void
and whose soul seeds
are made from the same essence:

Elaine Bento
August 3, 2017


Why must one die while the other remains?
Both lovely in their way,
both equally wicked:
with this one’s charm
and that one’s wit.
Two sides of the same coin,
yet they cancel each other out.
As one strengthens,
the other is vanquished
and as the first weakens,
so the other takes the reign.
It seems both have purpose
when the other is there to thwart them.
And yet,
there must come a day
when one must be vanquished
by the other.
This is not the tale
of Light and Darkness
or Good and Evil.
This is the tale
of Innocence and Experience;
the child-self and the superego.
Though both learn from each other,
throughout a lifetime,
there will come a day
when one will overshadow the other,
and when this day comes
the ego under their mercy
will be forced to look at himself from afar
in only a short time,
as the hands of Death
seek to rid the world of this imbalance.
The child and the super will become mute—
one already dead,
the other shamed—
as Ego, their charge,
must suffer to look at
the choice they have made for him
(for once unaware of the consequences)
to hand him to Death, the rehabilitator,
to suffer the toils
of criminal and selfish men before him
as if they were the same.
And yet are they not
the same?
He and the criminals?
Lost on the treacherous path
to enlightenment?
One can only hope
that he will wish to do it again:
to suffer under the conflicted rule
of Child-self and Superego
and make up for what they have done
when Death allows him back
into the next life
and again
until he will suffer no more
and the coin becomes a sphere.

Elaine Bento  April 24, 2017