I have chosen to start this blog with the self title.
This Friday has brought me a world of self discovery in such a short period.
I lose myself.
i reflect on the long roads
and the regrets of things i never held onto.
This is the reality.
If you read my writing all of it contains a front and back side.
Front is the writing
Back is the thought expression or a continuation on the thoughts at hand.
-holy.Ghost
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The Holy City
You resemble a burning tower
the way your posture tips and breaks
into a shower washing the blood
off your kicked in ribs
from falling down gods stairs
too many times on your way home
to a blank expression
and television snow.
You're afraid the fireflies
will trail you back home
and the stars will throw rocks
for leaving burning crosses in their yard.
You are the heathen son
born so far south
they cant wash the darkness
off your inner child.
Solitary confinement is a bold statement.
A mother
so understanding.
she melts my icebergs
on the titanic nights.
We drown in tears
from laughing ear to ear.
while subsonic earthquakes
separate the ground between us.
I am contained in a constant state
of anti matter.
Nothing really phases me.
My fur stays untamed
I am the nicotine monster
to your Sunday picnics.
Sorry families
i was born into demonology.
and i smoke too much weed.
I forgive everything
because I'm probably not gonna make it
too far down the road.
Indestructible dreams
are getting too heavy
and I'm terrible at quitting.
Howl at the moon
when i don't make it.
It will mean the world to me.
You resemble a burning tower
the way your posture tips and breaks
into a shower washing the blood
off your kicked in ribs
from falling down gods stairs
too many times on your way home
to a blank expression
and television snow.
You're afraid the fireflies
will trail you back home
and the stars will throw rocks
for leaving burning crosses in their yard.
You are the heathen son
born so far south
they cant wash the darkness
off your inner child.
Solitary confinement is a bold statement.
A mother
so understanding.
she melts my icebergs
on the titanic nights.
We drown in tears
from laughing ear to ear.
while subsonic earthquakes
separate the ground between us.
I am contained in a constant state
of anti matter.
Nothing really phases me.
My fur stays untamed
I am the nicotine monster
to your Sunday picnics.
Sorry families
i was born into demonology.
and i smoke too much weed.
I forgive everything
because I'm probably not gonna make it
too far down the road.
Indestructible dreams
are getting too heavy
and I'm terrible at quitting.
Howl at the moon
when i don't make it.
It will mean the world to me.
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Back.
You read the things i say
and you know me better than
the world does.
you never met me
and you know things people my whole life
would never learn.
My enemies
and friends
are lines so shallow
the seem like one way glass
and i am looking through.
The weather is beginning to give in
and the sun is sleeping in.
Its really short. I want my life back
and i have been fighting tooth and nail
to succeed at things ive been killing clocks
so they would stop laughing
at XII.
if you never slept
what would a day mean
besides one never ending movie
where the roles changed
and characters got killed off
or killed you off.
canceled.
and you know me better than
the world does.
you never met me
and you know things people my whole life
would never learn.
My enemies
and friends
are lines so shallow
the seem like one way glass
and i am looking through.
The weather is beginning to give in
and the sun is sleeping in.
Its really short. I want my life back
and i have been fighting tooth and nail
to succeed at things ive been killing clocks
so they would stop laughing
at XII.
if you never slept
what would a day mean
besides one never ending movie
where the roles changed
and characters got killed off
or killed you off.
canceled.
I steal your blog's virginity.
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