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Dontique Johnson Mar 2018
The ship of Theseus is a paradox of same.
as it goes it changes the parts but keeps the name
one by one the ship is rearranged until all is different so is it the same.
a completely new ship made from new materials only has the name.
but a ship made with both new and old is Theseus in made.
so like the ship of Theseus I feel myself rearrange.  Am I the same?

cells disbarred from their membrane die off get reattached as if one in the same atoms detach and some latch on forever creating the Basin that is me but through bones broken and Longs holding I find it hard to explain and through all these changes if I still deserve my name. Am I the same? Hair grows to be cut high up from the low even the way the eyebrows for different and I can't tell if I'm over reminiscing because I can see in the distance what I used to be but in the ship I can see the current me but when I go to reality I'm washed up on the shore the saying so deep and full of remorse back to the ship and I steer off course in the sales are breaking and the deck is smashing and the rocks are passing tearing the ship apart. There I laid destroy and torn apart both me and my ship are piece of art so I asked cuz I claim and am i the same?

The ship of dontique is a paradox of self as he lives on the parts are change.
slowly he is rearrange rebuild constantly but the structure stays the same and do all these changes he Remains the insane and ask himself does he deserve the name so let the ship speak for itself
am I the same?
Dontique Johnson Apr 2016
I can feel it slipping

Maybe I held it for too long

Now I feel like it’s gonna fall

I want to grip tighter

But it’s holding me back

Knowing our connection is going to

SNAP

But I can’t let that happen

But it pleading with me

Dying to see

The land beyond my arms

These thoughts are just clicking

Playing with my head

Toying with my emotions

Hearing these sounds makes me wish I was

dead

Cause I need it too much

Can’t help not being addicted

Whenever I was hurt

I thought it be with me

Should have known I was wrong

It’s crawling form me

Dying to see

Getting away

Little by little

Day by day
Dontique Johnson Mar 2016
I can not love for i have no trust
My heart fears that if i let someone in
They will disappear
If i give all my love
I wont get it back
share all my thoughts and dreams
Only to have them crushed by the reality
The reality of the fact i can't get a family
Cause I'm selfish
and I can not love for I have no trust
like most human begins I'm made up
Of Greed and lust
But just because I cant trust
I cant feel whats it like begin trusted
Dontique Johnson Feb 2016
My home is not mine
It is taken before I came
And after I leave
So I'll make it mine
Before I go
So that people will know
What is mine is now there's
Not to keep but to borrow
Because I plan to return
And love my home

— The End —