William Blake Beckett
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I am an eighteen-year-old American college student currently in Oxford, Mississippi.
I am six feet tall and 185 pounds, give or take five or so.
I enjoy watching anime, reading, writing poetry, playing football (obviously) , eating, hanging around friends, playing video games, designing graphics (like my account's avatar) , and more of your average guy stuff (well, eating is normal, anyway) .
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William Blake Beckett Poems
A Warmth Known Only to Me
I see a tundra filled with sparkling white. I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure. And I wonder if it would be alright If I were to hope to see it once more.
Man In The Sand
Man in the sand wearing a cloak rags and scrap cloth seethed as he choked
A Child's Fragile Mind
Oh great-grandpa, gone in a flash, Survived three wars, always under attack.
Adam and The Angel
Birds of prey But are stuck to the ground Trying to fly When there's no one around
On a hillside in the North a drummer boy marches parading through flying lead wading through marshes
Three Simple Words
100 children lie awake. 100 lashes left to take. 100 mouths still left to feed. 100 infants cry in need.
Is it a blessing, To have nine lives? Is it a blessing, To Know no lies?
Sleep Deprivation (Haiku)
Midnight in Mississippi
It's midnight in Mississippi. I see no stars in the sky, And I need none, For I have no wishes.
Remember me But do not weep As you approach My own grave stone.
Gravity (Act I)
Oh, Irony (Haiku)
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A Warmth Known Only to Me
I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.
It is snow that causes swells in her chest
And her smile is what always stirs mine.
A flower at worst, an angel at best,
She stands, warm in winter, frozen in time.
Maybe one day I could summon the strength
To confess to her in the Winter heat
That one day we could, together, at length
Enjoy long moments where our eyes would meet.
And should I gaze upon her face again,
I would hope ...