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.
tin mugs with water flecked liquors whiskey from a day ago some prayer said to my reflection the fire snap crackles hymns sung and light flicks on and off in her eyes sometimes even god can't see you