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A birth of purest blood
Deemed worthy of a throne
To which all will bow
An empire he will overcome

Out of death risen
And unstuck in time
A master over the Titans
An immortal king shall rule

A craftsman of trades
And a savior of the people
The throne he will deny
Oblivion is his heaven

Oblivion is his calling…
On down the long winding road
To a place where dragons roam
Where the fantasies of children run forever free
To find myself on the edge of the rabbit hole
Wondering if it’s where my imagination goes

A place of brave knights
And alluring damsels
Who find loves sweet embrace
Where they live ever after in happiness
Fantasies never ever die
Eternity is where your imagination lies
but to be honest sometimes it does.
some days you’ll just get tired sending messages, chatting with her,
receiving hugs and kisses virtually, seeing her on the screen.
some nights you’ll feel **** cold and lonely without having her near.
sometimes you’ll just get tired loving someone miles away from you.
you can do nothing but to wait.
wishing her near and constantly missing her.

they say LDR is cute and sweet.
I don’t know, I feel like being in a LDR is torment.
yes it’s sweet, receiving letters, and talking almost 24/7,
constantly reminded that you are loved, that she love you no matter what.
but I guess it’s sweeter having her near,
you can just stop talking and just enjoy each others silence.
hearing the words of love and seeing her eyes do the talking too,
and a real kiss is better than millions of virtual of kisses.

it’s hard.
but I’ll endure it,
we’ll make this through. we can.
all the waiting will be worth it
because in the end I know I’ll have you.
The bird sings, not for an audience, but to satisfy its happy soul.*~ Amitav
I will always
think about you
I will always
care about you
I will always
worry about you
not because of
I love you
but because of
My heart
for it is still with you
next to yours
Take care of it
for it is Still yours
to mend......
At least learn to take care.........
there's so much soul
inside a poet that
it makes me wonder
how they use their bodies.

©Ben Ditmars 2014
Silence
is
Bad

Because
then
I
have
time
to
think
about
how
I
am
not
good
enough

About
how
I
am
unwanted

In
the
silence
is
when
my
thoughts
are
loudest
when
my
monsters
decide
to
come
out

And
with
silence
comes
violence

(a.d)
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