Justin S Wampler: Poems

451 · Aug 2015

Justin S Wampler Aug 2015

The light decides
whether it's day or night,
just as you decide
whether to **** or fight.
And I can't find a reason
to stay or to leave
so I'll keep on breathing,
hoping you'll decide for me.

#love #depression #doubt #hate #pain #father #alone #thoughts #pride

450 · Jan 2022

Block

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Block

I've nothing
to say.

So I've gone and said it.

10w lazy

448 · Jun 2015

Nitrous

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

Nitrous

hhahhahahahahah
hahahahah
hahahahahaah
haha

448 · Aug 2015

Grayscale

Justin S Wampler Aug 2015

Grayscale

Baby, super glue your best dancing shoes
on those pretty little painted toes,
because you and I both know
we don't stop until we drop.

So let the lights go to your head
and forget about what I said,
the night's just long enough
to learn how to hold my breath.

445 · Jul 2016

The key to happiness.

Justin S Wampler Jul 2016

The key to happiness.

Never stop smiling,
even if it's through
gritted teeth.

445 · Sep 2014

As the breakers crash,

Justin S Wampler Sep 2014

As the breakers crash,

I flick my ash.

Into the trash

443 · Oct 2015

Sweaty Shirt

Justin S Wampler Oct 2015

Sweaty Shirt

I like violins
but it depends
on whether
or not they
end my
sentences.

442 · Sep 2015

Empty Bottle Syndrome

Justin S Wampler Sep 2015

Empty Bottle Syndrome

HAHAHAHAAH
you ******* scumbags and scrublords
think you actually know something

and it's cute
god, you're all so ******* cute

HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

442 · Aug 2015

adult swim

Justin S Wampler Aug 2015

adult swim

Only drink fire.

These days, sleeping with myself
is different than sleeping alone,
and waking up in a puddle
is becoming more and more common.

442 · Jun 2015

123 New St.

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

123 New St.

They say we are what we eat
and I've been feeding off your pity
for the past forty-eight weeks,
so I'm feeling sorry for me
being stuck so far from the city
of spring, and its cold streets.

442 · Aug 2016

In the throws of a moral quandary.

Justin S Wampler Aug 2016

In the throws of a moral quandary.

The grass crunches beneath my feet
as I step through the fog of my breath
and into the crisp late-summer air
of this idle Tuesday morning.

Signs tell me when to stop
and lights tell me when to go,
these pedals beneath my feet
have me longing for unfamiliarity.

Don't the people know not to show
their faces around here anymore,
when life comes knocking at your door
how can you be expected to say no?

I see them in their little cars and trucks,
I see them driving through their lives
but do they see me watching them
safely from the inside of my mind?

Don't let this life pass you by,
try not to fall too far behind
because there are beautiful lies
that want to keep you locked inside.

I, for one, have grown ever tired of them
telling me to hide, and lulling me away
from the things I dream of experiencing
almost each and every single day.

Come with me
and we can see
space between
our little lives.

442 · Mar 2015

a

Justin S Wampler Mar 2015

***

a

#***

441 · Apr 2015

nextdoor

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

nextdoor

My neighbor likes to call *** lines
on speakerphone.
It's kinda like reality just
without the TV.

438 · Jun 2015

Quid-pro-quo

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

Quid-pro-quo

Wickless and wingless I won't burn or fly,
and the ash tray is full but still I cannot rise.

437 · Feb 2015

wanting

Justin S Wampler Feb 2015

wanting

I feel the stomach clench and threaten
to reject the liquid abuse it's been taking
from the mouth that never seems to know,
when enough is finally ******* enough.

I see these hands summon and beckon
to chattering ******* just now making
their way through a violent front door,
then they forget and reach for one more.

one more velvet cigarette

one more velvet cigarette

just one more.

#love #sad #drunk #depression #life #hate #death #dark #thoughts #*****

436 · Feb 2015

My first night out

Justin S Wampler Feb 2015

My first night out

I woke on the precipice of doubt and remorse
also I was on a painted blue cement floor.
I had spent all the previous day painting said floor
with broomstick rollers and discounts from Lowes.
Lukus's dad gave me the money for paint and
sent me off to pick it up, now I was recalling.
The wooden garage was a new building in his arsenal
of land he owned to house his various cars and motorcycles.
He commissioned me to sweep and paint the floors yesterday,
saturday, and I worked for 6 hours or more doing so.
When I was finished I took the cash he gave me out of pity,
and went to the bars with Nick and saw a Hadfield from school.
I saw him when I was smoking a cigarette outside with my beer,
even though beer wasn't allowed to leave the building.
I kept asking him for *** and he kept making fun of me
so before I could punch him I shut my eyes and asked Nick instead.
Nick had just been busted at the Diner with intent to distribute,
baggies filled out and ready for delivery in the trunk of his Honda.
He didn't like it when I kept asking for ***, so he turned away and went inside but I was drunk and walked to my car with my beer.
I didn't pay the tab, but my car started just fine.
I drove down to spring city and passed the apartment I had just been
evicted from on my way to the run down garage I had just painted.
I took the memory foam mattress that I had been keeping in my back
seat as a bed out of my car and carried the hulking thing inside.
When I laid it on the painted ground I was out of breath and gasping,
so I fell on top of it and shut my eyes.

436 · May 2015

swimming with the spiders

Justin S Wampler May 2015

swimming with the spiders

Being an adult means lying in the sun
until you're hot enough to take a dip.

It means skimming the water
with fine-mesh nets
to collect the floating dead bugs.

Being an adult means thinking about cancer,
and worrying over every sunburn-forged mole.

It means that the paranoia
we all like to call love
haunts your thoughts accordingly.

Being an adult means your two primary concerns on a summer day
are children could potentially drown and consistent doses of SPF30.

It means that you forsake
your own thoughts
for the sake of sparing theirs.

435 · Aug 2016

"It's just tree-rain."

Justin S Wampler Aug 2016

"It's just tree-rain."

She said to me from above,
seeing me crane my neck
at the sound of the water
hitting the roof of the tent.

I heard the stirring wind
and realized she was right,
offering a smile of delight
as she bent down to me.

Meeting my lips with hers,
grabbing hold of me with
her teeth and pulling as
she began to bounce again.

I closed my eyes
to the overcast skies
and sighed with pleasure
at the sound of my name on her lips.

434 · Feb 2018

Love hurts

Justin S Wampler Feb 2018

Love hurts

The good ache, resonates.
I like the pain of a long day's work
and I like sharing yawns with you.
Blurry eyed and smiling, come give me a kiss
because baby I missed you today.
It was warm, but misty with rain,
and my boots slipped in the mud.
I tweaked my ankle a bit, but it's a good pain.
The kind of ache you get from working
hard for someone you love.

431 · Aug 2015

Section C

Justin S Wampler Aug 2015

Section C

Out of the womb suicidal,
fashioned a noose before I was born
and came out hanging from the umbilical cord.

430 · Feb 2015

Harsh truths

Justin S Wampler Feb 2015

Harsh truths

There is no enjoyment in having to lie,
just sometimes it's for my own good.

#love #sad #life #thoughts #care

428 · May 2015

Vanity Mirror

Justin S Wampler May 2015

Vanity Mirror

She spies shy eyes inside,
trying to belie the lies cast aside
by the nine-mile-high night sky
which shines prying white light
right upon her sighing mind.

#love #sad #life #hate #pain #death #thoughts #her #you #she

427 · May 2015

Blaine the Mono

Justin S Wampler May 2015

Blaine the Mono

Why did the dead baby cross the road?

427 · Jul 2016

Patience, patients.

Justin S Wampler Jul 2016

Patience, patients.

There's a thunderstorm in the sunlight
beneath the sky we share.
Yet it just doesn't seem quite right
without having you here.

So I'll make do just killing time
waiting for the rain to quit,
because once I can call you mine
I'll be happy that I did.

Then we can scour the earth
in search of those bright grey days
that made the wait worth
spending it alone in the rain.

426 · Nov 2023

That mouth-watering smell.

Justin S Wampler Nov 2023

That mouth-watering smell.

For being comprised of 60% water
bodies sure do burn real nice.

Long pork.

426 · Apr 2022

Flow state

Justin S Wampler Apr 2022

Flow state

The monkey leaned down,
whispered in my ear
"Don't forget to pick up more beer."

I nodded in agreement,
I nodded in rhythm
with the demons' song.

They whistled and
they smiled and
did the backstroke,
jauntily along,
through the river of whiskey
that I had tried
to drown them with.

A thousand-toothed yawn,
the monster finds it all too easy.

I don't even put up a fight,
I sit down at night
and forget.

I forgot.

425 · Apr 2016

Desire

Justin S Wampler Apr 2016

Desire

Brown everything, fair skin and a smile.
I already see her walking down the aisle.
Clumsy and innocent as a child,
I think I might actually stay for awhile
and try to spark a light inside her.
I could go on like this for miles,
as long as I'm right here beside her.

Beautiful brown.
Altruistic smile.

425 · Jul 2015

bic

Justin S Wampler Jul 2015

bic

Poor little ball point,
all used and dry.

So faithfully you bled for me
forming the words
that I so bled for you.

So solemnly you cried for me,
the black ink flowed
from your eye.

You cried, and bled,
until my hand turned red,
you covered countless pages
with the contents of my head.

424 · Dec 2021

Love

Justin S Wampler Dec 2021

Love

I feel so

compelled

to bash your head in
with my love.

When you're dead,
I'll fashion a paintbrush
from a lock of your hair.

I'll paint you on the ceiling
in violent shades of burgundy.

I'll lick the bristles clean.

I'll paint my taste buds
with the vibrant flavors

of your love.

I'll craft a cradle from your bones,
and wrap it taught with your dermis.

Your

marrow

will seep out,

like the

love

from my heart.

I'll keep you.
Forever.
A shrine.
A memento.
A collectable.

A macabre reminder
of my

love.

You'll never leave
again.

424 · May 2015

tides

Justin S Wampler May 2015

tides

Ankle-deep in the surrounding love,
like a puddle after an April shower.

But the hate is up to my neck and rising,
thick and viscous as blood.

423 · May 2015

grand (10w)

Justin S Wampler May 2015

grand (10w)

Memories, like echoes,
resonate within the
canyons of my soul.

#10w

423 · Jul 2016

Choke me.

Justin S Wampler Jul 2016

Choke me.

Let's just stop and breathe.

Just for a bit,
until the tunnel vision fades
and the circling black dots
clear from my sight.

Until I can inhale
without gasping
and dry heaving,
just a little longer
so the drums
in my temples
cease their
restless beat.

...Just breathe...

Okay.
I'm ready.
******* do it.

422 · Apr 2015

Title (optional)

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Title (optional)

Body

Notes (optional)

#tags #separated #by #spaces

420 · Apr 2015

Hat Red

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Hat Red

hate
I hate hate
I hate love
I love hate
hate
you hate
hate you hate
I hate you
hate
hate love hate
hate your love
love your hate
hate
love hate
love your love
hate my hate
hate

hat red

418 · Jun 2015

titled

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

titled

yeah words and ****
look at these words
read this **** man
yeah
******* poetry and **** yo
whatever dude

418 · Apr 2015

Siesta

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Siesta

I layed down for a nap
and took a coma instead.
I fell asleep on your face
and woke up dead.

Jumped out of bed
at almost 5:30
and started putting on my work clothes
even though they were *****.

Flew down the stairs,
still totally impaired,
and the realization struck me like lightning
setting fire to my hairs.

Wait, when the hell am I?

418 · Apr 2015

Supreme Cool Master of the Universe

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Supreme Cool Master of the Universe

I've been saving up, baby,
for all the gasolene in the world.
I'll buy up every gallon, only to burn alive
whilst trying my damnedest to drive to you.

I've been saving up, dear,
to buy a brand new aeroplane.
You deserve so much more than just a flight, I want
to live with you in the skies, only... I don't know how to fly.

I've been saving up, babes,
and I'm catching the next train.
I'll buy a ticket now and pack right after I write
this poem, but ****! I already missed the ******* thing!

I've been saving up, love,
but I should just give it all to you.
Because everyone ******* knows
that I just don't know what to do.

418 · May 2015

Walking Backwards

Justin S Wampler May 2015

Walking Backwards

I will never be of tomorrow.
The past will always be
the path that I follow.

417 · Sep 2015

Iron Deficiency

Justin S Wampler Sep 2015

Iron Deficiency

Through this acting
day in and out
like organic rust
without doubt
we grow smaller
and invasive
covering those
that we love
with covet for
those we hate.

416 · May 2016

Tonight for sale

Justin S Wampler May 2016

Tonight for sale

My **** is sold on you dear,
but my heart won't buy it.
My head knows these games
and it's just not flying.

Cause when tomorrow comes
swinging its daylight around,
being left alone again is worse
than just staying single now.

And years down the line
I'm sure I'll still find
bits and pieces of you
scattered around my mind.

So I'll keep my cold hard cash in my hand.
For now.

416 · Jun 2014

three you fucking dicks.

Justin S Wampler Jun 2014

three you ******* *****.

you know, there's daze when
i can't stop spinning
because of the words sent
my way from your beautiful
face

there's days when I see the
piercing intelligence,
cold grey ice like your
miraculous hurricanes
set loose unpon my total conception of time itself.

The day's sun can shine the light
and nighttime grants me the blight
of loving you even then
with years between when
the flint of your soul,
struck the steel
of my being.

414 · May 2014

you'll see

Justin S Wampler May 2014

you'll see

Some
poems
aren't
worth
reading
all
the
way
through.

Told you.

#love #sad #depression #life #death #thoughts #you

414 · Oct 2018

New feelings

Justin S Wampler Oct 2018

New feelings

An arctic smile,
pockets full of tissues,
floral aromas mingled
with talc and perfume.

The waiting.

A line forming,
A line dwindling,
bottoms finding chairs,
and you're dead.

The reading.

Crying, sniffling,
snot flying,
you can taste it
in the air.

The prayers.

It feels like
the hospitals
all over again,
but for the last time.

414 · Jun 2015

Poetry

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

Poetry

With each word written
I'm ripping out the stitches
so that I may never heal.

414 · Jul 2019

Too fat to kickflip

Justin S Wampler Jul 2019

Too fat to kickflip

I was supposed to remember
That thing I thought of last night
But I guess it's self-evident by now
That I don't.

412 · Mar 2017

simplicity

Justin S Wampler Mar 2017

simplicity

Look all around you,
and just take everything in.
Isn't life lovely?

412 · May 2016

Don't let me

Justin S Wampler May 2016

Don't let me

How do you tell her
that you're going to break her heart?
How do you say
that she's just an escape?
Just a drug used to forget,
just a fleeting regret.
How do you tell her
she's better off without you?

412 · May 2015

Walking in on them.

Justin S Wampler May 2015

Walking in on them.

Baby I hope you can run
faster than your mascara,

because a little sobbing
won't stop me now.

411 · Oct 2016

Rugburn

Justin S Wampler Oct 2016

Rugburn

Green, purple, black and blue
I'll press on your bruise
and come into you
as you squirm and twirl
and collide your insides
onto my ridged body
in a ****** worthy
of feature-length films.

Fingers and palms are your whole world
around your throat and crushing into you
between our rhythmic pulsing
and the ebb and flow of your
breath that I have in my control,
we create meaning and feed
on all of this beautiful life.

As I paint you white
and pant and fight
with myself,
I can't help
but love you.

411 · Jul 2016

30$ Thirsty

Justin S Wampler Jul 2016

30$ Thirsty

Two shots to a beer,
and three beers later
I'm ready to hear
your every word.