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.

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 Sun.

The Moon.

The rings of Saturn.

The Cosmos.

The Light.

The sudden fade of night.

The grass.

The breeze.

The quiet chatter of bees.