I just read through about half of your poems. It's all so enchanting...Lilting and beautiful and honestly sad and sadly honest. Youre's so talented. You're so talented and I'm so envious. Don't you dare ever stop writing,
Ben, ben. You inspire. Posh writer, you. Your verses are sublime. Your subjects, divine. Like the epitome of the All-American boy, trying to make it in this biting world. With a little help from his pen, his thoughts. You're endearing. And lovable (whether you like it or not ;) .. I look forward to your postings: each and every one. Keep growing, keep speaking, and above all, keep writing.
only ashes are completed
Only rain can tumble slowly Plummeting towards the ground Laughing at the fate before it Dancing softly falling down
Only sound can meet the silence Half between a fleeing squall Mending fissures silence opened Building up the fallen walls