Rage, Angst, and One Tall Negro.

Hey there.
I'm a motherfucking monster.
I look like a retarded redneck faggy lumberjack with severe mental deficiencies, talk like a gay as fuck sailor on a damned ship, I’m so fucked up that I’m considered a fuck down, and I have all the personality of an empty, angry box.
I'm the Anti-O.G.
This is where I post my rants, rages, angst, and other various verbal vomit.
It's called venting, Motherfucker.
DO IT RIGHT.
My name is Holden Gilner, and this is my desolation.

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3727 CLP

Love Flows Like Flowers

Lilacs, Lavender, and Lilies,
Softer than a petal, and
more vibrant than the most
scarlet of roses.

Orchids, Violets, and Carnations
Yet Covered in thorns, you
make me want to bleed as I
take you, pain traded for
beauty.

Daffodils, Tulips, and Snapdragons
You stand tall against
the wind, no mere gust can
topple you as you sway
to it’s rhythm.

Chrysanthemums, Daisies, and Baby’s Breath
The rest of the earth is
gray-scale next to you
you are all the colour
I need.

Candytufts, Freesias, and Feverfews,
I crave to wear you on my arm
hand in hand
as your perfume wafts and settles
into me, so that a
part of you is with me always.

Love-in-a-Mist
My love is more like steam,
a fog heated by the radiance,
the brilliance,
of you.

Forget-Me-Nots
Because I will never,
can never,
forget you.

Posted January 14, 2013 at 11:10 pm 3 notes

#poem

I feel nothing,

except

emptiness.

fill me with something, my love.

Fill me with love or passion or bliss or

happiness.

Fill me with your thought, ideas, dreams,

aspirations.

fill me with your soul,

fill me with your life.

Fill me with your bones, your blood and flesh,

and seal it all with a

kiss.

Fill me to brim, my love.

Fill me so I can be closer to

you.

Posted November 21, 2012 at 1:10 am 1 notes

#poem

Yeah, 

I sure as fuck do hide behind my words. 

Don’t you? 

Words are my trenches, 

my mortar. 

My walls and concrete. 

Words are my steel and plywood. 

Words are my army,

my navy, 

my congress. 

Words are my citizens and workers. 

Words are my engineers. 

Words are my artists,

my music makers and shakers. 

In short, 

my words are my sword and shield. 

And could God have made a better set

then words? 

Words are his finest creation, 

and I use them. 

Posted May 20, 2012 at 7:36 pm

#poem

I worship the ground

that awaits your corpse. 

I applaud and praise,

as envy consumes me. 

For the cold, hard, uncaring ground

is closer to you

than I will ever be. 

Posted May 18, 2012 at 4:25 am

#poem

Sometimes, 

I feel

alone, 

on top the of the

world, 

not in a metaphorical, 

top of the ladder,

king of the hill

type of ordeal, 

just someone

left

alone

somewhere really

high

and I can’t get

down

and I’m just 

left

with nothing to 

do

except 

watch

everyone else

live. 

Posted March 4, 2012 at 10:36 pm

#poem

Shotgun

right between the

eyes, 

please. 

And

make it a

double. 

Posted March 2, 2012 at 8:17 pm 1 notes

#poem

The wolf howls as he sifts through the night
sky black as pitch, 
not a star within sight. 

He listens to the silence as he gets no reply
air thick with the fog,
like God’s troubled sigh. 

He gets up and searches for the lamb that was lost
as determined as the tide
no matter the cost. 

The wolf wonders and wanders throughout the land
drifting like smoke
heart sinking in sand.

He stumbles into a field of roses and thorns
as painful as doubts
his coat is soon torn. 

He cries for the lost love of his life
tears like a river
soul marbled with strife.

The wolf limps until he can stand up no more
falls to the ground
He crawls on all fours. 

The wolf spies a light in the distance ahead
like a moth drawn to fire
and burned with a sight that fills him with dread.

His lamb so bright is happy at last
with the creatures of the forest
as beautiful as stained glass.

The wolf crawls into darkness a mess of shreds and blood
The beauty does not fall for the beast
the wolf thinks as he sinks into mud. 

Posted February 17, 2012 at 7:16 am

#poem

Yeah, I bet that

came from your heart, 

Your filthy, 

cliche ridden, 

disgusting organ

that in the most 

technical

of senses, 

could be considered a 

heart. 

Posted December 31, 2011 at 8:37 pm 6 notes

#poem

I look up

to God

after the 

barrel

is already

in my 

mouth. 

Posted December 28, 2011 at 1:13 am

#poem

I hope

it doesn’t come to 

that. 

Otherwise, I’ll leave it

in the 

corner

where it’ll get 

dusty

and forgotten

kinda like

me. 

Posted December 26, 2011 at 3:26 am

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