Good morrow (?)
I'm Ben. You can call me that, or possibly Benito, if you prefer. I know I do.
I'm eighteen, live in western-central Canada (ugh), am currently in my second gap year after high school (ugh) and am working full-time (ugh). I enjoy reading, writing, playing music, photography, making films, eating, drinking and making merry.
I'm an agnostic by faith, a Marxist by policy and a hedonist by philosophy. Ask me about all of them, and I'll be glad to explain none of them. Oh, and please read my poems. Getting some experience taking criticism certainly couldn't hurt me.
I'm Ben. You can call me that, or possibly Benito, if you prefer. I know I do.
I'm eighteen, live in western-central Canada (ugh), am currently in my second gap year after high school (ugh) and am working full-time (ugh). I enjoy reading, writing, playing music, photography, making films, eating, drinking and making merry.
I'm an agnostic by faith, a Marxist by policy and a hedonist by philosophy. Ask me about all of them, and I'll be glad to explain none of them. Oh, and please read my poems. Getting some experience taking criticism certainly couldn't hurt me.
- Last seen on Nov 19 6:32 PM. Member since September 22.
- I'm a topaz horse poet for 10 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "RRRRRRRRRRRRR.".
- I am a 18 year old man (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm sleeping or eating. Or maybe playing music..
- I have 10 comments, 4 poems
My Poetry
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My friend, did you happen to see the writing
on that ruined street
Guest Book
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Iron Saint : Addiction on September 23You think you’re tough you think you’re cool
I’ll take your sorry butt to school
You think you’re bad you think you’re mean
I’ll show you things you’ve never seen
You think you’re smooth you think you’re slick
But I’ll use every dirty trick
You think you’ll try me just one time
I’ll turn you to a life of crime
Now you might think you’ve got the knack
But I will straight up break your back
I’ll take your kids your job your wife
And I will devastate your life
Now you might think there’s nothing left
But I’m unstoppable at theft
I’ll take your teeth I’ll rot your skin
You’ll be a slave to your own sin
I’ll take your freedom and your breath
And when I’m done I’ll bring you death
Now you might think that you can touch
My friend I think you think too much
I am addiction I am for real
You best think twice and that’s the deal
The Brother
