BenKT

He sat at the corner of the room, Petrified and tired, Of running around, In fear and dejection. Trail of tears on the cheek, Dried along with precise measure, Of pain and agony, felt In lonesome and in dark melancholy. A ray of light from the yellow street lamp, Creeped in through the window sil, Onto the lonely portrait of a smiling boy, On the wall above the bed. He looked up at the portrait questioning, Why he is left alone to endure, The infliction in this wor

Found the thread go to the second page...so thought why not.

Dear Mark,Thank you so much. Glad to share this forum with someone as you, sharing truths, and building trust. Thanks for your thoughts as well. I really appreciate it. Ben

Thanks Kev. I am glad u liked it ... You are right.. Writing did help me through.

This poetry is really touching. Nicely written. It speaks to me very personally, and the hope is rekindled that we will be accepted even as we pass on. My love to you if this reflects your life, even if it doesn't, it does reflect mine a lot. Keep writing.

Verses from the Secret Diary.

Do not shut me out, For I may get lost out there. Do not keep me ignored, For the loneliness will kill me from within. Do not keep me in the dark, For the darkness is blinding. Do not speak the language of silence, For this speech is deafening. Do not hate me, I am a human like you. I bleed and heal like you do. I laugh and cry like you do. I am much like you, for I am of you. Now, atleast for once, Love me. ~~~~~~~~

Boy One: Oh why do you look so sad? Come to me now and sit beside me. Let me dry your tears And you can lean on me. It’s not wrong to be bitter. Talk to me. I will listen to your troubled heart. Maybe kiss you along the way, Or a hug to make you feel better. Boy two: Oh why do you care why I am sad? For you know not a thing of me. My life’s a ruin, and cannot be fixed. The dusk is fast approaching, and I have to go. Boy One: W

We all loose someone. This is for everyone who has.

Two winters have passed Since you last walked through my door, Smiled and shyly sat at the edge of my bed, Waiting for me to speak to you. You wouldn’t know how hard it had been, To not think about your loving touch, Or about the time you would sneak up to me, And whisper in my ear, when I am studying. Did you know that the day when you left? I fought with my parents, So that we could go see CT dance. It was family day, you know. Do you still remember that flight when

Well Can't call him royal since Kings and Princes were de-recognised in India, But thats the closest I could get: The Wiki link

When I was a kid, I used to dream of fairy-tale weddings and all... of course me waiting for my price charming lol, but had grown passed that now. I don't care about the wedding, thats because am not a 'subject'... but then if I were British, Id have cared "emotionally". And I found Kate beautiful in the Wedding dress...

I'd have wanted my Parents to love me, other than just paying my credit card bills :| Oh and at least 6 inches taller than I am now. And I mean my height.. hehe

Ummm why is it that I see only a frog in an ice-cube? Do I need to register or something?

Brett Lee (Australian Cricket Team).... I actually saw him last night in the cricket ground...