I look and touch and taste,
So that I might breathe in the life
That never should be waste.
The desolate darkness abounds,
But in its heart is hope.
There's always some way to escape...
A door; some stairs; a rope.

Why do we even try to free
Our soul, and rise above?
We push ourselves until we drop...
For the promise of love.
The love of husbands and their wives,
The love for their offspring,
The love for friends and family,
Is why our hearts can sing.

My name is Ben. I'm twenty-seven,
I like to write you see.
If I have sparked your interest,
Then my friend please you'll be.
The future may hold more than that,
Or maybe even less,
But I believe in taking risks,
Of that I must confess.

I like to spend time with my friends.
I always treat them right.
I live to touch their lives somehow.
It’s true, I love that sight.
I live in Maine but love to travel,
So distance matters not.
I’ve learned that life is far too short,
To get pissed off a lot.

I let you go with one more thought,
Some sort of parting gift.
Maybe it won’t mean anything,
Or your heart it may lift.
I want you to find a mirror,
And let your eyes grow full,
To realize that you are special,
And always beautiful.

-Ben   Send me a message!

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Interests:  writing stories books and poems, music, movies, spending time with friends, listening to people's problems, being nice to people, etc.