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Benjamin Larson Poem
You Only Live Once is apparently my generations motto,
Its why she feels so hollow.
God damn girl, i used to be your man girl!
now i can pick up a magazine anywhere around the world, and see a full spread picture of the girl that used to be my world.
You only live once don't you get it!
So do all of these drugs! yeah! I know you won't regret it!
Now my friend is dead, and i bet you wish you hadn't said it.
You only live once and then your dead!
Of course you should let that random girl give you head!
Now my friend has herpes and he wishes he was dead,
because his girlfriend let him when he ****ed that girl instead.
You only live once Ben come on don't you remember?
Isn't that what you told Dillon that November?
Isn't that what you told Brittney to convince her to take those pictures?
Is that what you told Ryan when he told you that his dick hurt?
You only live once, so don't try and live all at once.
Copyright © Benjamin Larson | Year Posted 2013
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what happens when a hit it and quit it guy, realizes that this is not the way he wants to live his life because its to short and its passing him by, he's sick of being the asshole that no one thinks they can rely, all he wants to do is show people that he can fly, but when he act like how he wants to people say "are you ok man cuz your acting really not like your self" so he says "why do i even try", every time he trys to change his confidence says "goodbye", because when he starts being nice he never gets a reply, shows his true colors and all he gets is a huge deny, but when he goes back suddenly its "what up man" and "hi", he doesn't get it now he's back in his shell just thinkin why, why is it that when his personality stops being shy, and starts heading for the sky, everybody looks at him differently and says "ben are you high", but he's not, he just wants to be a good guy, he's happy lending a shoulder to lean on so you can cry, or giving you a slice out his pie, if you need some help he'd be happy to supply, if you would just give him a chance he'l show you that this isn't a lie, but whatever he thinks, god can judge me when i die. - By Benjamin Clifford Boyd Larson
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Benjamin Larson Poem
Holy shit, i'm drunk.
Why do i do this?
How many nights have I gone through this..
It's all fun and games when I'm with my friends,
But when they all leave I find myself thinking of the edge.
I mean holy shit. I am really drunk..
Everything I own can fit inside a trunk!
This Is what I wanted, this is what i craved,
Everything had changed that night, we snorted all those drugs and raved.
I just wanted to hide the pain. Is that why I so willingly damaged my brain?
I am lying on this side walk... This so me... This is so my mother...
That bottle was my friend, the bottle was the key.
The bottle was my best friend. the bottle was just me.
Drinking beer by the pool is the last thing I will remember,
haha me with that beer is the last thing my mom will remember.
Copyright © Benjamin Larson | Year Posted 2013
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Benjamin Larson Poem
The Edge.
That a powerful word, what an amazing consept.
The edge..
The moment before the fall.
That couple of inches before life and death. before something different.
Before discovering the answer to mankind's greatest question.. is there a life after the edge?
Is there something to look forward to as you fall, a light in the tunnel?
The edge... the barrier and bridge between worlds.
Those inches are what keep you caged to this world, those inches are also the door...
The door to death.
Time and space, they all fall to the power of the edge..
The amount of power in those inches is God like.
The edge has power over life and death, The edge knows the answer.
It gives me this itch.. like, when I'm on the roof and its high up, but it's not that high up.. and i just get this itch to jump.. to see if i was right.. to see if i wouldn't brake anything.. to prove others wrong, and to prove myself right..
But i don't scratch it, because the edge is to much for me..
I can not conquer it...
Only the fools challenge a God. Only fools try to answer the question early.
Copyright © Benjamin Larson | Year Posted 2013
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Benjamin Larson Poem
I want to do a co op poem about invisible chains.
I have a bunch of really good ideas for it but its such a good topic that i feel like two heas are better then one.
Read my other works to see if you can mesh with my out there style.
but yea comment if your interested, it will most likely be like the "the moment before the fall" poem
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Benjamin Larson Poem
I was floating,
only now I'm sinking, Now I'm only sinking, my past drags me,
deeper and deeper into the abyss.
I never drown, the cold water in my lungs never stops the heartbeat,
I just sink.
Never dieing, never slowing.
For the dankness can not kill me,
and cool water can not end my descent,
It can only make me colder.
It can only drag me deeper.
Copyright © Benjamin Larson | Year Posted 2013
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