Poems from schnoseb
Benjamin P.S. is a being of immense integrity, habitually semi-boisterous, sans ostentatiousness, and sibling to seven. He is skilled in the art of art, melodic and harmonious in music. Seldom garrulous; it is somewhat a rarity for this bizarre being to be heard uttering anything auxiliary a grunt. This individual has a great extent of outlandish schemes being administrated in his psyche; but you only see the translucent structure, you encompass a diminutive amount of his true form- only some is illuminated within your perception.
You may not understand, not get why,
She had to leave, she had to die.
She passed away. no need to lie-
When she left it made you cry.
And...
I was running and jumping
While I was attacked
And hurt so badly,
In the head I was whacked.
Then I was killed,
There was no one to blame...
The skies are dark and purple,
Orange and red, then blue,
And every coming day
Is like a dream come true.
The air is blithe and light,
The...
My thoughts are static my eyes are blank
My life is rotting my home is rank
My head full of voices my consciousness flickers
My will is...
The good I strived for ended in naught
Except for the pain and evil I’d wrought.
Betrayal and sadness became my allies,
All of my comforts...