William Blake Beckett
Biography of William Blake Beckett
(Firstly, if you ever have any questions regarding the meaning of a particular part of a poem or the poem as a whole, feel free to contact me.)
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) .
I am shy in real life, but under the masks of a pen name and the internet, I tend to open up. Otherwise I must get to know you first.
Currently a student in the Sally McDonnel-Barksdale Honors College at the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) .
I have a sometimes over-zealous sense of justice and pride, but can both make and take jokes.
Reading one's poetry is a good way to get to know a person, but I will also chat if you wish. Just don't hold your breath on catching me online often, since my jobs keep me busy outside of school.
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
Adam And The Angel
Birds of prey But are stuck to the ground Trying to fly When there's no one around
A Child's Fragile Mind
Oh great-grandpa, gone in a flash, Survived three wars, always under attack.
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.
Sleep Deprivation (Haiku)
Remember me But do not weep As you approach My own grave stone.
Is it a blessing, To have nine lives? Is it a blessing, To Know no lies?
Midnight In Mississippi
It's midnight in Mississippi. I see no stars in the sky, And I need none, For I have no wishes.
Gravity (Act I)
Oh, Irony (Haiku)
On a hillside in the North
a drummer boy marches
parading through flying lead
wading through marshes
Thrown in a war
he knows not about
he drums solemly
now there is doubt