BenJy! - ProfilesArchive

About Me

You walk down the street,
smiling,
deep in thought of pure happiness,
Not a care in the world.

Someone looks at you,
pulling a curious face,
thinking your wierd,
and ab-normal.

But strangely...

If you walked down the street,
gloomy,
miserable,
staring at the ground,
your considered normal.

...?

Welcome to human existence.

My Interests

The average human walking speed is 5 km/h (3 mph), although this depends heavily on factors like height, weight, age and terrain.

I'd like to meet:

Strip a person of there clothes, house, car, cosmetics and money and they become pure, singular and carbon copies of yourself. A person can dress, act, change and be who ever they want but to denie the fact that there only human is quite impossible.

We may appear to be different, but skin deep, you are me and i am you.

Music:

The average human heart beating at 72 BPM, pure rhythm.

Movies:

We blink the same, averaging at about 10 blinks per minute, when we read we average at 3-4 blinks per minute, hence why our eyes become dry.

Television:

In simple terms, brain death is the irreversible end of all brain activity.

Books:

The education of an individual human begins at birth and continues throughout life.

Heroes:

An emotion is a complex reaction pattern, involving experiential, behavioral, and physiological elements.

My Blog

Poem 4

Its always numbing me,lifes familiar catastrophes.To the point of no certain return,silence with passing time to learn. This ache on my knowing anxious face,a complex black mishapen space.How do i gra...
Posted by BenJy! on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 11:27:00 PST

Poem 3

Disappointment ---------------- Such a self serving act,A sin, a damnation.It's a matter of fact,Such a self loving sensation. The sweat and the heat,The friction and spasm.Self copulate meat,A lie, a...
Posted by BenJy! on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:51:00 PST

Poem 2

Heart As i wither from light to dark,a fading dream haunts me.Gory in all its gruesome detail,but not of blood but of tears. Standing still as the earth moves,im not in as much as i am out.No heaven o...
Posted by BenJy! on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:18:00 PST

Poem 1

Weave.It comes, it goes, like a headache,but a blissful sort of aching.There is no cure for this ache but time,and I have a world full if it.The violence of this ache hurts me,the love of this ache is...
Posted by BenJy! on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 10:45:00 PST