Biography of Michael Benfield
My name is Mike,
I am 21 years old.
I make a lot of mistakes.. Genuinely.
I mess things up that I can't fix, and my way of dealing with this is through poetry..
I've always written down my feelings, sometimes I try to make them rhyme.. not always possible when you're angry!
I can never find anything to rhyme with 'F****** C*** MOTHER F*****....' you know how it is..
I wrote most of the stuff on here when I was young,
and reflecting back on it it is AWFUL..
but it's all important to me!
Michael Benfield Poems
A Carousel Horse
I am a carousel horse an emerald in each eye. Two deep breaths and I open the door, one drink, his hand on my thigh.
I wish I could explain myself.. I can deflect, the world cannot hurt me.. Their opinions mean nothing; but mine does.
A cold dark village, of no well known faces. A moon-lit street, and deep puddles of black.
Only when the night is cold, and the winds are howling down the empty streets. Only when the moon has faded, and the sun has deserted the sky.
I wish I could explain myself..
I can deflect, the world cannot hurt me..
Their opinions mean nothing;
but mine does.
One minute you're fine
and the next-
You feel ugly.
You feel fat.