BenHeart
Junior Member

He is old but not old He's numb but not numb He tries and he tries But always succumbs

Joined: March 2021 Last seen: 1 year ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

Acoustic She collected whispers In jars on her desk And stuffs her pockets With mumbles She wears a necklace Of marbles Crazy Cats Eyes That see in the dark She cries crystals That she later places In a row On the windowsill She had a... – *by Ben Heart*	2 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Find me in Frisia the night is the mourned, and the morning the mourner, of those slain by the sun I was born on the corner, of nowhere and none, Salt stains my hands As I dig through ancestral lands Ancient tides conquered by today's clay They all... – *by Ben Heart*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
The thing about Art Art is nothing but contradictions. Light versus Dark, Silence against Sound, Color opposite... – *by Ben Heart*	2 Views added 2 years ago	Rating

She collected whispers
In jars on her desk
And stuffs her pockets
With mumbles

She wears a necklace
Of marbles
Crazy Cats Eyes
That see in the dark

She cries crystals
That she later places
In a row
On the windowsill

She had a...

– by Ben Heart

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added 1 year ago

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Find me in Frisia

the night is the mourned,
and the morning the mourner,
of those slain by the sun
I was born on the corner,
of nowhere and none,

Salt stains my hands
As I dig through ancestral lands
Ancient tides conquered by today's clay
They all...

– by Ben Heart

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added 1 year ago

Rating