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Hello. I’m Ben.

I write things.
</description><title>Many Colors</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @krittick)</generator><link>http://blog.krittick.net/</link><item><title>A single face, a double smile.
It tells a grim tale, often and again. 
Forever the center, whichever...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A single face, a double smile.&lt;br/&gt;
It tells a grim tale, often and again. &lt;br/&gt;
Forever the center, whichever and when. &lt;br/&gt;
Switching gears can last a mile. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Open curtains and shutters, an empty bed.&lt;br/&gt;
Gossips of silence, contributions from the dead. &lt;br/&gt;
A beating heart, made stronger by chains.&lt;br/&gt;
When the lock opens, I summon the rains.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/23599563391</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/23599563391</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2012 03:40:25 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The docile fall, the watchful rise.
The current calm, simply the eye.
A storm surrounds, yet none...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The docile fall, the watchful rise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The current calm, simply the eye.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A storm surrounds, yet none can see.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Driven to false hopes and beliefs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No one man, no woman or child.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No shadowy puppets, not a thing of pride.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Simply the rumblings, always tumbling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Down a slope of slippery sorts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An ending we hope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But to what, fair or poor?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/18538080106</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/18538080106</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 23:45:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>She dances a step, a note on her breath.

The smile and grin, a lonely race to win.

Made to follow,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;She dances a step, a note on her breath.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The smile and grin, a lonely race to win.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Made to follow, made to stay, the game is played unfairly well today.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Keep the course, eye on the end.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Whatever the action, remember the trend.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/15534090153</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/15534090153</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2012 18:08:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A type of simple sighs.
A gorgeous enjoyment.
While ripe, the ego bright.
At the peak, the bane to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A type of simple sighs.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A gorgeous enjoyment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While ripe, the ego bright.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the peak, the bane to night.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/12769548228</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/12769548228</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 21:04:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>backstory</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dressing a storm with fire, this is a tale of woes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not for the story, for that brings wisdom and thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But for the fork in the road, the path erodes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I show you the beginnings, do mind the rot.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We begin with a gentle talk, an idle banter of sorts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A laugh and a smile, an echo deep in the heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An unwinding of chains, a changing of courts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What idle words made new, a growing start.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A wonder, a surprise, a forgiven demise.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The chance given gladly, the words said madly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They stared at the stars, a bursting of spars.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An angry verse given fire, a snapping of wire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Driven apart, a new seed takes root.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In poison soil, a sapling sprouts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A bad idea, the plant decides.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And just like that, it withers, and dies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then we hear the numbers chime,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The three echoed words, the whispers of primes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Locked with a key of laughter, a chain of iron,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The heat beats on, but for now without rhyme.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/12459506181</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/12459506181</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 01:02:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.&amp;#8221;
Then wait...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Give me your tired, your poor,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then wait more than seven years and at least you&amp;#8217;ll be in good company.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/11341522390</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/11341522390</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 22:07:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The time is right, the apple ripe.
A moment to change, a shift in blame.
The burden is mine, the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The time is right, the apple ripe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A moment to change, a shift in blame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The burden is mine, the results are yours.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A crimson tear, a fragile door.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/11316747463</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/11316747463</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 10:38:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The mighty approach a point where they can no longer hide from the weak.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The mighty approach a point where they can no longer hide from the weak.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10944240158</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10944240158</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 14:47:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>fiore-rosso:

,tsoulos associates
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrqow0KHcy1qie8fko1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiore-rosso.tumblr.com/post/10377973320"&gt;fiore-rosso&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;,tsoulos associates&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10944027054</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10944027054</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 14:42:34 -0400</pubDate><category>tsoulos associates</category><category>architecture</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsa8m1wlJ11qafc06o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10943376204</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10943376204</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 14:28:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Look your betrayer in the eye.
Grant him his peace, born from a lie.
A field of green, a field of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Look your betrayer in the eye.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Grant him his peace, born from a lie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A field of green, a field of blue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Always waiting, always you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10936531981</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10936531981</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 11:43:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Let&amp;#8217;s begin again, just you and me.
We&amp;#8217;ll sail to stars and distant...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s begin again, just you and me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll sail to stars and distant galaxies.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll climb over obstacles and leave the bad behind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s live for us, not for them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#8217;s make our concert heard from Mars.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll never let the circle break.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10715849138</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10715849138</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 23:20:30 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>No longer lost, but found.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;No longer lost, but found.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10676908163</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10676908163</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 00:11:50 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>In tumultuous storm, quieted by a smile.
Lost and broken dream, whole at last.
Yet a winter...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In tumultuous storm, quieted by a smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lost and broken dream, whole at last.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yet a winter approach, welcoming hands.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Keep the eyes upward, the choice is clear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clearly you, forever, an eternity of honesty.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10512846666</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10512846666</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 03:04:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Audiovisual</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Speak a dream, of song and stream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A miracle mile, a grin&amp;#8217;s a smile.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An obvious word, those written before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As well as those and so on and so forth.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The shadow&amp;#8217;s gaze, under written word.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lyrical verb, written as verse.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Careful measure, with precious sound.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The beat, the drum, the tune is found.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10195773232</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10195773232</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 02:48:48 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Truly the blind leading the blind.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Truly the blind leading the blind.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10069076533</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/10069076533</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 00:37:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>A drop of memory, in distant song.
A glance of waves, of tears and hopes.
A rolling echo, a grass of...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A drop of memory, in distant song.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A glance of waves, of tears and hopes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A rolling echo, a grass of green.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Someone lost, found, forgotten and gone.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/9733971687</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/9733971687</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 23:52:27 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>By day the melody, by night the verse. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;By day the melody, by night the verse. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/9523953514</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/9523953514</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 20:09:33 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am proud of you. Yes, you.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am proud of you. Yes, you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/8634357687</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/8634357687</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 01:35:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I was going to write a poem here but sometimes your words only belong to yourself.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I was going to write a poem here but sometimes your words only belong to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://blog.krittick.net/post/8161489528</link><guid>http://blog.krittick.net/post/8161489528</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 01:35:28 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

