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What is Helium

About me - Benjamin Miller

I started writing one afternoon sitting on a hill in front of my high school (this was a while ago), waiting for a ride home. I don't know exactly what it was, but that day it felt like for the first time i saw the sky. It does seem a bit cliche, but hey that's

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 2 of 307
A Dreamer's JourneyOver snowy sand dunesYou cross with winged armsAnd reflections come aboutMirrored by green horizonFar off a swimming jackal criesSwimming through purple bloodA new taste to stale breadThe extension of your headYou turn to see a new entranceA stone gate, for an ancient debateA new character written by fateDo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Daydreams: 2 of 46
DaydreamingSo close yet so farI feel youOr at least want so much toI feel like I doYour sweet smelling hairThat I might run my fingers throughJust beyond my reachJust beyond my touchYour voiceThat sweet songLike a whispered echoOff the walls of my longing heartI think I can see your smileIn that burning sunI think I can hear ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 95 of 1320
dark reflectionShadows of the livingMirrors of the deadEven in the the righteous and givingA dark cave within my headThey come out when darkness surroundsNot the darkness of the nightNo not the dark of sightBut the kind that makes no soundsThat simply creeps about your heartWith anger it does startThen with maliceYour soul be... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Observing: 4 of 40
ObservingI like walkingWhen I walkI'm an observerI feelA part of thingsI see peopleAnd have a connectionThough they may not know itIt's a simple connectionTo have simply been thereBut that's what life isTo do, and to seeAnd just likeA writer needs to readAnd an actor needs to watchA living person needs to walkThe greatest par... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 71 of 594
So Easy To SeeCrimson rain falls all around meHere I stand bathed in tropical moralsRemembering sad ears and old quarrelsIt's so easy to seeMusty wind and painted photographsDrive me to find gleeful petsThey fill the paved, summer sunk setsAnd give way to new ancient eyesFat thoughts to mirror my legsLie in a kind, but differ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: God: 3 of 22
A Game Of Dice Before the universe began, in the darkness, stood a casino, one night while a dealer was working at his table a man walked in. he walked up to the table without showing a hint of emotion in any direction. The dealer did not know what to make of this man, but knowing his job he asked in a courteous voice "what's... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The voice within: 4 of 28
The Captain's Last HourThey're calling my name. over and over again I hear it, "Johnnnnn," or occasionally "sir, sir we need you". That sound is what feeds the tears that are now forming in the corners of my eyes, but they don't feel like tears, they feel like shards of glass. In place of tears blood is trickling down my face... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 59 of 228
Look Into Their Eyeslook into their eyesthe greatest and most terrible voidfor it was once filledwith strifelove and joylifebut now barrenyou could never see the bottomthrough the blacknessfor you have never felt the nightbut it is therewhere they now residelostto what we all have madethey walk onfor whom?not themselvesthey a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 128 of 485
Sacred ArtHow can they dance?On the lands of childhoodBuilding a new wallBetween nothing and againWho do they think they are?Singing to a tune they don't knowMade up of lethargic but tempting wordsThat break down into sounds never listened toWhat are they looking for?Someone looking for themWe all come together in the endBut ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 85 of 321
I Am The NightThe cool night air is my blood and breathAnd the flowers are my eyesAs the gently blowing grass is my hairUpon this earth that is my mindMirrored by the song of the skyAs the clouds, my arms, reach up to the starsAnd the wind whispers softlyIn harmonyWith the birdsThe trees humming a simple tuneAs the moon rhyme... More..