brian-keith-benton - Hello Poetry

Standing hear on the wrong side of tracks , on my arm . my living hell addiction . stabbing and searching the needles in vain . in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to draw my happiness from . but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and child lonely, lost and alone. Brian Kieth Benton

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC

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Standing hear on the wrong side of tracks , on my arm . my living hell addiction . stabbing and searching the needles in vain . in my room I save a spoon a tiny lagoon I used to draw my happiness from . but now it is dry a desert I stepped over my dying corpse to hear crying , the distant voice of my wife and child lonely, lost and alone. Brian Kieth Benton

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I embrace my insanity because I'm the only one will . I try to hold on while evil , evil tries to beat down my walls of love , love I try to preserve inside of me , with out it I know I'm dead . Everyone in life who I need , I do meet. Like little blessings that kiss my spirit and inspire me to carry on . As the demons that society hold no to so they can feel good about themselves by belittling kindness and love . why ,why ,why can't they see love can't be bought or sold ,it's free , free like air ,sun and the wind that kisses my face in the morning . By Brian Keith Benton Dedicated to Nicole D.

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC

Nicole's wind

I embrace my insanity because I'm the only one will . I try to hold on while evil , evil tries to beat down my walls of love , love I try to preserve inside of me , with out it I know I'm dead . Everyone in life who I need , I do meet. Like little blessings that kiss my spirit and inspire me to carry on . As the demons that society hold no to so they can feel good about themselves by belittling kindness and love . why ,why ,why can't they see love can't be bought or sold ,it's free , free like air ,sun and the wind that kisses my face in the morning . By Brian Keith Benton Dedicated to Nicole D.

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I embrace my darkness that holds me night after night . The torment of life times that come from the shadows of the corners of my mind . To my demons I curse and take back my control ,I have spat in my tormentors face ,still I love their evil for it tout me how to love.

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC

Brian's prayer

I embrace my darkness that holds me night after night . The torment of life times that come from the shadows of the corners of my mind . To my demons I curse and take back my control ,I have spat in my tormentors face ,still I love their evil for it tout me how to love.

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Tree have fallen all around me but they don't make a sound silhouettes of sadness lying All around There's no mirror in the bathroom so I can't see my face just a lonely image trapped inside this place Where did my life where did I go so wrong did the devil made me do it or was I acting all alone Years of laughter Echo loudly in my mind still searching for happiness I can't seem to find Can I tell you a secret, no because if I do it will no longer be one But if all my wrongs were stones I could build a castle In my mind my thoughts continue to wrestle with yesterday's dreams in today's reality of what I have become a lost soul afraid of living or life My body is possessed by demons who are caringly caressing a condemned spirit I look at the world with blurred vision only seeing distorted images of life that's so misunderstood. Brian K. Benton

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC

The Prison in my mind

Tree have fallen all around me but they don't make a sound silhouettes of sadness lying All around There's no mirror in the bathroom so I can't see my face just a lonely image trapped inside this place Where did my life where did I go so wrong did the devil made me do it or was I acting all alone Years of laughter Echo loudly in my mind still searching for happiness I can't seem to find Can I tell you a secret, no because if I do it will no longer be one But if all my wrongs were stones I could build a castle In my mind my thoughts continue to wrestle with yesterday's dreams in today's reality of what I have become a lost soul afraid of living or life My body is possessed by demons who are caringly caressing a condemned spirit I look at the world with blurred vision only seeing distorted images of life that's so misunderstood. Brian K. Benton

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