jeremyh

Ode to Possession


Who am I?
I am my clothes;
Dark and plain, deep and introspective, a vision of lurid consciousness.
I am my writing;
Helplessly romantic, a dreamer of lost love, a sage of tragedy and poverty, a confused soul.
I am the sword;
Sharp and cold, strong as steel, but a symbol of honor protection discipline.
I am the masque;
Colorful and expressive, hidden and reserved, a faade to those who dont know.
I am but one man.
I am one will.
I am one choice.
I am one consciousness.
I am one soul.

I know the poem is crap, but it was inspired by the moving process.

So on to day three of busting my ass. It all ends tomorrow... one way or another.

Ohhhhhhhhhh..... (sing with me now)

Tomorrow, tomorrow, it's over tomorrow;

it's only a day a way.
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You know my mom has been calling me a bum my entire life, today I wish I was one. Then, all I would have to move is my sleeping bag and bag of newspapers.