Ontology of self
Radiant sun and half dewy moon
dripping tsunami ripples

Over Earths curves
lucious peaks and valleys
her moaned words

Wash over me
Beauty, is what I have seen
in reflections of ...

Ontology of Self
My god is everything
within me

Life keeps getting weirder
Love keeps getting more real

Love shouldn't be based in reality
It has always been fantastical
A Hallmark movie type of fantasy
I guess no one can live up to that.

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Glass Ceilings are breaking
The shards have fallen all over life
I guess its better to have someone
bandage the wounds
than balance on top
a glass ceiling

For when it breaks, they'll need someone
to bandage their wounds as well.

Like a heart beating under the floor
My self-respect is hidden  

Becoming, stepping out into the world
The regret stings. Now immediate but still lasting

I dont like to steal things and hide them away
behind lies and closet drawers
under my eyelids
past my bedroom door

Isolated and taking whats mine
Its not greed
Its the thrill of adventure
mixed with loathing

My self-respect hates it

Physical pain is a mindset.

It's easier to ignore than mental anguish.

I go on Facebook
And see all the horribleness of this world
Misery really does love company

maybe turn your back
on the glaring light of day
these things could wreck
your mind and make it fray

bile and venom line your lips
a wall you throw up with your tongue
spit it out, make a rip
in the world that stung