Tuesday, July 11, 2017

in the arms of a better woman
 
don't think of it as pain
 
rather a peculiar path
to a new tomorrow
 
why fight the inevitable
 
the creeping death up
the back of your neck
as you lay in the arms
of a better woman
 
look at the moon
and ask for a reprieve
 
line up the shot glasses
and remember the fond
times of your youth
 
do you turn your back
 
or are you counting
down to zero
 
all of us were going
to be rock stars one
day
 
reality has a way of
crushing every soul
that dares to dream
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that cherished moment
 
i can close
my eyes and
still hear her
angelic voice
 
the soft touch
of her skin
against mine
 
twenty years
and god knows
how many
moons since
that cherished
moment
 
i hope your
life turned into
everything you
wished for
 
at least one
of us deserves
such a reward
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let go of your fears
 
burn the candle
at both ends
 
shoot fireworks
out of your eyes
and destroy every
ugly soul on this
earth
 
try your best to
not include your
own
 
dance naked in
the moonlight
in a festive
native land
 
let go of your
fears and ride
a comet under
the glow of the
northern lights
 
dare to be the
lonely soul
that is content
 
remove these
chains and
wish that
freedom
actually
existed
 
not just the
illusion of
choice
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no matter what
 
drops of
blood on
a clean
sheet of
paper
 
passion
is willing
yourself
through
every
wall they
stick in
front of
you, no
matter
what
 
and once
the pain
fills you
and breaks
you
 
you'll see
that all you
ever needed
to do
 
was just walk
around the wall
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every corner of this earth
 
the future is
a mushroom
cloud darkening
every corner
of this earth
 
accept the pain
and dance in
the face of fear
 
we should wish
to die while
laughing at a
dirty joke
 
it's the only
way any of this
is going to make
fucking sense
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to live out loud
 
dance naked in
the rain under the
apocalyptic moon
 
when they dare you
to live out loud, scare
the shit out of them
by doing it better than
they knew possible
 
but this isn't
that poem
 
this is the poem about
a broken soul seeking
closure too soon for
those that deem these
things moral
 
this is a poem about
a rope, a tree and a
boy that knew too
much
 
this is for every
drop of blood
 
for every tear that
creased a bitter face
 
this is the poem that
isn't so much a cry
for help
 
but a clever way
of saying goodbye
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J.J. Campbell

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