Benjamin M. Wilde

Joined July 2017

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Bio

Surrealist writer, sharing dreamworlds painted in the mind through words.

(Email [email protected] if you want to chat! I like chat!)

Stories (3/0)

Time Always, and Again
Notes in sequence echo, as a drum is heard unseen. We take steps. Our hearts pulse. A clock ticks. A rhythm forms. The nature of life is movement.
By Benjamin M. Wilde7 years ago in Poets
I Am A Mirror
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.
By Benjamin M. Wilde7 years ago in Poets
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. Wilde7 years ago in Poets