i am unique
at times, unable to speak
i am strange
the mind, a brutal exchange
i am creative
a kentucky native
i am sweet
but often swindle in defeat
i am weak
though others say i'm just unique.
once upon a town of blood.
known for each historical flood.
vampires hidden out of a sight.
away from the damage of pure sunlight.
werewolves howl at the sky.
to continue the fibs of a lie.
a lie that is considered a lie.
but it is indeed alive.
the clatter of bones.
the cracking of homes.
a full moon that blooms at night.
a save haven that provides the darkness light.
graveyard fevers over the land.
their ashes are almost like sand.
Restraints of Religion.
I'm still constantly questioning my religious beliefs, though, I identify more as free-spirited now. The restraints of religion were always nagging at me. I felt like everything I did was a sin, I felt like I had to be a certain way, and felt that God didn't love me. Do I still believe in God? Yes. Do I still believe there's a spiritual realm like Heaven? Yes. Do I believe in organized religion? Not really. Though, I do believe in aspects of Christianity, the organized scheme of it and hatred that it caused was horrifying. Thankfully, my parents, whom are Christians, aren't like the people I've encountered. I feel like the organization of it and delusion has caused it to become a cult-like phenomenon.
The rings of Saturn.
The sudden fade of night.
The quiet chatter of bees.