I Am A Mirror
I reflect whatever's around me...
If there are any angels
bring them down here.
I bet they'd never find any work.
This road is paved with all our fears
And all that's free in the world, is hurt.
And you could never really save us
'cause we will never save ourselves.
When nothing here, can really please us
It's just another.
Dry.
Day.
In.
Hell...
I...am a mirror.
I reflect whatever's around me.
So I am nothing.
'Cause nothing's really here.
About the Creator
Benjamin M. Wilde
Surrealist writer, sharing dreamworlds painted in the mind through words.
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Routes in Soil
I stand in a place of absence. A black void stretching out beyond the length of my sight. In the dark, I see all, for it remains the same here, as it does there, beyond the rim of perception. As I look down, I notice my clothes all perfectly visible, as if the light of day bounces color into my eyes. Yet there is no sun. There is no light. There is no sound.
By Benjamin M. Wilde8 years ago in Poets
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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The depth of your feelings shines brilliantly.