Poems from schnoseb
Benjamin P.S. is a being of immense integrity, habitually semi-boisterous, sans ostentatiousness, and sibling to seven. He is skilled in the art of art, melodic and harmonious in music. Seldom garrulous; it is somewhat a rarity for this bizarre being to be heard uttering anything auxiliary a grunt. This individual has a great extent of outlandish schemes being administrated in his psyche; but you only see the translucent structure, you encompass a diminutive amount of his true form- only some is illuminated within your perception.
Just sittin’ in study hall
With nothin’ to do.
Staring at the white brick wall
Nothing very new.
Real bored sittin’ here,
Slouching in ma...
I wake up in a sweat,
The time is six-fifteen.
It’s time to start the day
Of a high school teen.
I get out of bed,
Groggy and tired,
I...
“Will you hear me out today?
I may need your assistance.
I cannot find out what to say
To make my wordings dance.
I want to write poetry
I...
Fun to be around,
Random is his way,
Every single sound
Nearly makes the day.
Cleverly he does stuff;
His thoughts, always running,
In the...
Six legged workers under the sun,
Doing things we can’t.
They won’t stop, there’s much to be done;
We can learn much from the ant.
Birds...