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216 · May 2015
whatever
215 · Oct 2018
Fool to think otherwise
Justin S Wampler Oct 2018
It's really affecting me,
much moreso
than I initially anticipated.

Should've figured.
214 · Dec 2021
Ugh
Justin S Wampler Dec 2021
Ugh
Fat people are so gross.
213 · Aug 2015
Midnight dreaming again
Justin S Wampler Aug 2015
The rain poured,
the pain roared,

and I woke.
213 · Mar 2019
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Mar 2019
lolol shouldve ******* slept all day lol
*** was i thinking waking up and ****
lol
213 · Sep 2022
Radicals.
Justin S Wampler Sep 2022
Sticking a tre-flip off of that three stair behind the bowling alley.

A suicide bomber strapped with C4 running into a crowded building.

Carving up the powder, bombing down the mountain on a freshly waxed snowboard.

Shooting up a movie theater with a 3D printed, fully-automatic 9mm sub machine gun.

Catching a gnarly ten foot wave off the coast of Hawaii and ramping off the lip to catch some air.

Indoctrination of uneducated children and young men to serve as soldiers for an unending holy war.

Landing a backflip on a Haro BMX bike while a crowd of onlookers chants and cheers.

Subversion and subterfuge within a foreign government in order to topple the current president.

Dropping in to a half pipe at the same time as someone else and hitting a high-five in the air.

Starting fires across a city nightscape to purge the neighborhood of vacant buildings and houses.
212 · Apr 2015
True blue
Justin S Wampler Apr 2015
blahblahblahwordsblahblahrhymesblahblahblah
212 · Aug 2022
Drip
Justin S Wampler Aug 2022
So smooth and so fair,
fashion isn't really my taste
but her legs are my new favorite accessory.

Whether as a scarf on my neck,
or as a belt cinched to my waist,
**** they sure do look fine wrapped around me.
211 · May 2015
Untitled
Justin S Wampler May 2015
I don't want to write anymore.
Stop reading this.
Please.
209 · Mar 2015
Untitled
208 · Jun 2015
The space between
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
Like what lies between these words,
miles and years isolate us,
empty characters filled with rust
and time filled with beers
drive us further away
each and every day.

And we are forever left longing
for each other's lust,
with bitten lips
and lack of trust.
208 · Sep 2016
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Sep 2016
My girl gets paid
to spend time with this dude
to catch fish all night
and occasionally take a cruise
in his car,
or whatever the **** he drives,
to his other job
where he brews wine
in order to get a scale,
not like the scales on fish,
just a scale that
they can weigh the fish with.

But it's cool man, he's got a girlfriend.
What's her name again?
207 · Apr 2021
Touch me knot
Justin S Wampler Apr 2021
Twine eyes
wrap me up,
back and forth
is good enough.

Bound to look,
love is tied
with your two spools
of blue twine eyes.

No microphone,
just a stick in the dirt
but that doesn't mean
it's all she's worth.

Writing in circles,
spinning my wheels
in the loose gravel,
in the muddy fields.

Bound to look
into knotted pines,
******* visions
of your blue twines.
207 · Feb 2022
Receptacles
Justin S Wampler Feb 2022
Tonight I filled
I filled up
a bottle of Beam,
A coke
and a 16 ounce glass.

I filled it all up
with ****.

Because yes,

I'm that ******* lazy.
207 · Dec 2021
Pretty
Justin S Wampler Dec 2021
Girl, you're never more beautiful
than when you're crying.
206 · Jun 2015
jkjjkjkjklolol;
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
Words.
They spell it out for me,
and shine light on my ignorance.

I close my eyes
and see everything,
on the inside of my eyelids.
205 · Oct 2021
Aquired
Justin S Wampler Oct 2021
I have a taste for expensive liquor.
I have a taste for the cheapest swill.
I have a taste for bright summer days.
I have a taste for blizzards.
I have a taste for heartwarming moments.
I have a taste for gore and mutilation.
I have a taste for symphonies.
I have a taste for grindcore.
I have a taste for yoga.
I have a taste for cramps.
I have a taste for regularity.
I have a taste for sudden catastrophies.
I have a taste for Cuban cigars.
I have a taste for Winston lights.
I have a taste for a shirt and tie.
I have a taste for oil stained jeans.
I have a taste for ripe peaches.
I have a taste for bruised apples.
I have a taste for black & white milkshakes.
I have a taste for bitter milk in my cereal.
I have a taste for idealistic love.
I have a taste for ******* and broken hearts.
I have a taste for family gatherings.
I have a taste for abandonment issues.
I have a taste for great parents.
I have a taste for having a dead mother.
I have a taste for a half brother.
I have a taste for being an only child.
I have a taste for the company of friends.
I have a taste for solitude.
205 · Jan 2024
Stutter
Justin S Wampler Jan 2024
Ever have something to say,
something that you REALLY want to say?
Something you're dying to express?

But you just... let it go.
Because you know
you'll never be able
to get it all out.

Now imagine that feeling
for every conversation,
every sentence,
in your entire life.


God I want a whiskey.
204 · May 2022
Sociopath
Justin S Wampler May 2022
"I don't recall that"
I say to her.

She may have mentioned it, sure,
But I can't really even remember what I had for breakfast, let alone something said two years ago...




"You don't listen,"
she tells me.
"You just let the words fall through you."

I smile, I agree.
I'm struggling with figuring out
what kind of reaction I should be having.
Should I be argumentative,
or empathetic?
What does she want me to say?
What does she want to hear?
I say nothing, just stand there and watch.

"It's like you're not even a real person,"
she mutters softly as she turns to walk away.
"I have no idea who you are, after all these years."

Before her hand touches the **** on my front door
she pauses, turns and looks me solemnly
in the eyes, her focus darting back and forth
between each of my irises.
I just look back at her, rather unflinchingly.

"You're a stranger Justin Wampler."

With that, she turns and leaves.

I crack a beer and ponder a bit.
Mostly not really thinking anything, just...
trying to look cool.
I peek over at the mirror on the wall
and think to myself ****,
contemplative's a good look for me.

Oh well.
.
203 · Jun 2022
Tidal
Justin S Wampler Jun 2022
She sees the moon
while we toss the bags,
while we sit and chat.

She sees the moon
with her head tilted up
to take a swig of beer.

She sees the moon
while I stutter
in the sunlight.

She sees the moon,
and I'm driving
just a little too fast.

She sees the moon
from the open door
of my grandfather's garage.

She sees the moon,
and the moon
sees her.

I only see the moon
glimmering,
reflected in her eyes.

I wonder if she
sees the moon too,
reflected in mine.
201 · Mar 2023
In Tolerance
Justin S Wampler Mar 2023
The easiest way to quit smoking
is to keep looking forward to
the nicotine headrush you'll get
when you start smoking again.

Every day, every hour and minute
that you manage to hold off
will make that euphoric feeling
hit you that much stronger.

Lips pinched tight around
a cylinder of paper and fiberglass,
the sound of a Bic striking,
dipping the tip into the flame.

An inhale, a deep sigh through smiling teeth.
Slight spinning and just going limp,
letting your head hit the back of the chair.

Eyes closed.

Quitting feels...

...so

****

good.
200 · Jun 2021
Bite mark
Justin S Wampler Jun 2021
Bear down on what it means
to be in-between
the dawn and the evening
of my life.

Feels like grit in my teeth.
Sand in my sheets.
Burning coals under my feet.
The glint of a knife.
198 · Jun 2015
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
I think writing is stupid
198 · Mar 2022
Three
Justin S Wampler Mar 2022
There is nothing I've found
that quite rivals the sound
of a loaded gun.

Love is a dulled knife,
but throughout my life
it's the only tool I've known.

Bled all these words free.
The pen bled out for me,
now an inkless, plastic bone.

With these three simple things
im beginning to bring
meaning into my soul.
197 · Aug 2019
Tintinnabulation
Justin S Wampler Aug 2019
Ringing.
Distant at first,
subtle
like a memory.
Then closer,
escalation
of persistence.
Louder now,
piercing
the veil of focus.
Grown deafening,
drowning out
coherent thought.
Ringing, ringing, ringing.
196 · Apr 2021
Childlike wonder
Justin S Wampler Apr 2021
Can't help but wonder why.
The sun floats across
the clear morning sky
like a piece of dust trapped
in the fluid of my eye,
and I just can't help
but wonder why.
The same old song
is stuck in the back of my mind
so I hum while I work
in rhythm and time,
but I just can't help but
wonder why.
I watch myself whisper
little white lies
to keep you safe
and to keep truth disguised,
and I just can't help
but wonder why.
196 · Nov 2022
Lotta damage
Justin S Wampler Nov 2022
Who's here
when I'm not?

Can they read this
as I write it,
does it carry across?

There's something
here
with me,
something that's
not me.

Together but not whole,
just a bifurcated hull
held together with flex tape.

We don't sink.
196 · Oct 2024
Happy to just watch.
Justin S Wampler Oct 2024
Perpetual intoxication is a peninsula
on which your psyche stands and
mindlessly gazes out at the water to watch
your body slowly drown in the sea.

When the only options are
a sober swim back to the shore
or merely persisting in your mindless gaze,
it's easy to forget that there's a choice at all.
196 · Nov 2024
The old apartment
Justin S Wampler Nov 2024
Those little white bottles
to help you smile.

The long drives to work
and home again.

You were beautiful
and miserable then.

It's easy to forget
the miserable part
when looking back.

It's easier to forget
everything about you.

But my dreams
will always remember.
196 · Feb 2021
26"
Justin S Wampler Feb 2021
26"
Sometimes it's good to trudge.
Sure, I mean,
my legs are sore at the end of the day but...
Sometimes it's good to trudge.
191 · Oct 2022
Get the phonebook
Justin S Wampler Oct 2022
I've grown so
envious
of taller men

because I'm sick and tired
of standing on my tiptoes
to **** in the kitchen sink.
191 · Oct 2018
The Infinite
Justin S Wampler Oct 2018
Death,
like a mother's love,
is forever.
191 · Jun 2015
Life
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
dead things
beautiful, horrid, dead things.
189 · Mar 2015
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Mar 2015
I sit down with a beer
to just write about her,
the words won't come

Then when I forget,
the page burns black
with remembering ink

and never before has
the blood of my pen
had such a stink
189 · Jan 2021
Control
Justin S Wampler Jan 2021
Baring barren bear-like teeth,
is it a smile, or a grimace, indeed?
whether it's pain, excruciatingly,
or blissful joy, any range in-between,
a smile is a smile is a smile,
just show your teeth.

Because there's beauty above
and
beneath.

Pins and needles
are only skin-deep,
waking up from
a troubled sleep.

A sigh, a gasp,
terrible dreams,
a simple smile
can change
everything.
189 · May 2023
giant vaporized pisscloud
Justin S Wampler May 2023
Everyone is a fire fighter
when it comes to calling it a night.
You can either watch it smolder
or give it a good splash, right?

But seldomly indeed
does a feeling exceed
the joy of having to ***
whilst simultaneously
having a fire that needs
extinguishing.

Ahhhh, what a sense of relief.
Smoky the bear is smiling at me
through the yellow-tinged cloud
wafting gently through the trees.
188 · Jun 2021
Future sight
Justin S Wampler Jun 2021
Deciding what it is that I want
is more difficult
than just wasting my life
being indecisive.

Waking up thirty years old.

Dying free
of family.
188 · Jan 2021
Clothes
Justin S Wampler Jan 2021
Personally,
I'd rather my shirts
All have a hole
At the nape of the neck
Over having to
Deal with the feeling
Of a tag.
186 · Mar 2023
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Mar 2023
God I want to *******
quit.

I think about it
all the time.

For what?



...This?
I don't think so.

Either pass this mindset.
or die in the cab of a
...

I pray for the pain of
this mindset passing.

This?




Either combustionless
or insane.
186 · Feb 2021
A frugal suicide pact
Justin S Wampler Feb 2021
If we put our heads together,
we could save a bullet.
Justin S Wampler Oct 2020
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185 · May 2021
Oxid Eyes
Justin S Wampler May 2021
Buy as much paint as you want.
Everyone will don a coat of rust.
It ends up stylish, dark,
red and robust.
But,
buy as much paint as you want.
183 · Jun 2015
Timing
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
It's not the sun,
only the light.

It's not the moon,
only the night.
182 · Mar 2022
Mirrored horizons.
Justin S Wampler Mar 2022
There's no real relief.
Just an endless search.

Suffering abated, gives way
to new suffering.
Solutions turn up only
new longings, only
new reliefs
to set one's sights on.

Circles ring round
the nature of man,
we trace them
in our thoughts.

In our actions.

They don't see me,
not really.
I'm just a pair of sunglasses
reflecting a blue morning sky
with jetliners carving scars
in the mirrored horizons.

I'm just a smile to them,
to anyone.

Just as they are
to me.

We're all just sifting through
the dust of life,
looking for a hidden relief
to some hidden suffering.

So that we may suffer anew
once again.
181 · Jan 2021
Anger
Justin S Wampler Jan 2021
I'm not generally an angry person,
in fact I find it to be a particularly
foolish emotion.

Sometimes though...
Sometimes my heart pumps lava.
Sometimes my fingernails leave imprints on my palm.
Sometimes my jaw cramps from clenching my teeth.
Sometimes someone parks their car
at the one and only diesel pump,
leaving me to circle the little fuel islands.
Staring out my windshield with the eyes of a shark.
Why? Why must you park at the only diesel pump?
Where? Where the **** is this guy?
How? How do you just ******* walk away?
When? When are they gonna ******* move?
Who? Who the **** does this kind of thing?

Then they come striding out
from the convenience store,
they catch me staring them down,
then I just smile
And wave.

Anger is foolish.
181 · Mar 2022
Happiness.
Justin S Wampler Mar 2022
I want to taste the black ink bled
by my ever lonesome and worrying pen.

I want to paint the floors with
my innumerous words for
how I've been doing here.

In this **** hole apartment.

I love my apartment, wait, don't listen to me.
I'm grateful for all these golden opportunities.
Life shone brightly upon my needs.

I want to coat the back of the toilet in ****,
the bathtub in mold and mildew.

I want to rip the curtains to shreds
and ignite them into a funeral pyre.

I'll exhale smoke and smile through the carcinogens.
I'll bleed from my knuckles.
I'll snap every last pen I can find.

I'll snap every last pen.

Life has been good to me,
I'm genuinely happy.


I'm happy

and I'll **** you.
I'll **** me.
180 · Jun 2015
Untitled
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
yeah man right
totally sure dude
yeah i mean, ****
right? like yeah man
**** well, i guess so
sure, who wouldnt
180 · Oct 2018
Wilt
Justin S Wampler Oct 2018
The great rolling thunder
inside of your head
left your body like a cut flower,
slowly wilting in bed.
I see the lightning
still burned in your eyes,
I collect your petals
that fall to the side.
And your love shines eternal
bringing our hearts to a boil,
as you return to the earth
and are one with the soil.
179 · Apr 2021
Gone cold
Justin S Wampler Apr 2021
*** of needles,
all held together with a rubber band.
Baggies and cotton ***** and
a spoon with a blackened bottom.
A length of rubber tubing.
Shot up and nodded off,
she seemed happy that way.
Even sobbing, she seemed somehow happy.
She didn't want my help
and I didn't have help to give anyway.
She wanted blue lips
and the peace of the infinite.
She'd gone cold
and I never was a fire.
Justin S Wampler Jan 2022
God knows
I always hated
being loved,
being
together.
I always hate.
I hated all ways,
always.
Always. All ways.
All ways lead within.
All weighs, too heavy again.
All weight resides with kin.
I'll weigh,
I'll wait.
I'll wade through
aisle ways and
isle ways and
all I'll, I'll weigh
all aisles and
all isles and...
Anyway,
any way I'll get it
I'll take it.
I'll take aisles.
Aisles often taken,
isles on the lake and,
I'll take the taken.
All taken.
I'll ache an
alt ache and
all wait and
I'll wait in the
isles wake.
I'll wake and
all waken, and
I'll...

All..

Always
and always,
and
always and
always.
Greener with the scenery.

I feel extraordinarily schizophrenic.
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