Personally Experimental Literature.A Poem by Ben Lingemann
I, in isolation find my own humanity.
Surrounded, you have given into vanity. I, in mirth smile with soft silence. Hounded, you’ve adopted gratuitous violence. I, in perfect mimicry pontificate Love. Grounded, you’re blooming flowers of a deep red undreamed of. © 2011 Ben LingemannAuthor's Note
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Added on March 8, 2011 Last Updated on March 8, 2011 Author
Ben LingemannJunction City, CAAboutSmall-town. Taken. Scrabble amateur. My poetry is started by my heart but then is beaten and abused by my brain, I generally think it shows. I write for myself, I always have and will continue regard.. more..Writing
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