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.
I see you in my dreams, while awake and asleep.
When I try to forget you come back more clearly.
I see you in the stars; the light in the...
The sky is dark, the stars are bright,
The air is full of lies;
The blackness is inside my heart,
The stars the devils eyes.
Wind goes...
Memories are so painful,
They often hurt a lot.
Some you can’t recall,
Other’s you’d prefer not.
Often they bring more sorrow
Then all the...
Happiness is lonely;
Show joy and be alone-
You’ll have many beside you,
But none will ever have known.
If you smile, life is easy;
No one...
You know you can’t go on,
You really ought to slow,
But no you must keep going-
Abandon what you think you know.
You must go faster;
You...