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441 · 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.
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440 · 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.
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438 · May 2015
repose-ition
Justin S Wampler May 2015
repose-ition
Every night I dream
of daylight
and wakefulness.

Every morning I daydream
about going
right back to sleep.
Go to bed.
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437 · 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.
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437 · 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.
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435 · 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.
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435 · Mar 2015
a
Justin S Wampler Mar 2015
***
a
#***
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434 · 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.
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433 · 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.
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433 · 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
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433 · Sep 2014
As the breakers crash,
Justin S Wampler Sep 2014
As the breakers crash,
I flick my ash.
Into the trash
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431 · Jul 2022
Misunderstood
Justin S Wampler Jul 2022
Misunderstood
Concrete barriers with trees painted on them?
Buildings with murals of rural landscapes?

I want to paint a grassy field like a parking lot.
I want to carve a cityscape into a cliff face.
I want to dye the sky yellow, jaundice with smog.

Bring the city to country a bit.
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431 · 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.
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429 · 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.
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428 · 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 #*****
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426 · 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.
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426 · 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.
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423 · 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
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422 · 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
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421 · 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.
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421 · 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.
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420 · 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.
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420 · May 2015
Blaine the Mono
Justin S Wampler May 2015
Blaine the Mono
Why did the dead baby cross the road?
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420 · 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.
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419 · 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.
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418 · 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.
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417 · 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.
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417 · 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.
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417 · Apr 2015
Title (optional)
Justin S Wampler Apr 2015
Title (optional)
Body
Notes (optional)
#tags #separated #by #spaces
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416 · 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.
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416 · May 2015
grand (10w)
Justin S Wampler May 2015
grand (10w)
Memories, like echoes,
resonate within the
canyons of my soul.
#10w
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415 · 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.
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414 · 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.
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414 · 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
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414 · Jun 2015
Nitrous
Justin S Wampler Jun 2015
Nitrous
hhahhahahahahah
hahahahah
hahahahahaah
haha
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413 · 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?
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412 · 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.
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410 · 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.
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408 · 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.
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407 · 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.
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407 · 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.
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407 · 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?
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407 · Mar 2017
simplicity
Justin S Wampler Mar 2017
simplicity
Look all around you,
and just take everything in.
Isn't life lovely?
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407 · 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
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406 · Nov 2015
yuh
Justin S Wampler Nov 2015
yuh
Twenty-six is meaningless,
for at least two years.
I'm too busy living in the past
to endorse future fears.
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406 · May 2014
switch-flick
Justin S Wampler May 2014
switch-flick
I take light for granted
have you ever seen darkness
so thick and dense
it heightens my hearing
and the taste of pennies shows,
strengthening paranoid roots
previously growing
down my spine
slowly I ***** to find
the thread of sanity
hanging from my mind
if you could flick the switch
and please turn the dark off
it's a pity for the blind.
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404 · 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.
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404 · Apr 2015
Shine
Justin S Wampler Apr 2015
Shine
Howling, sighing, and ripping through my hair,
the wind smells of salted air.
Crashing, breaking, and exploding on the rocks,
the spray of the waves soak my socks.
Refracting, reflecting and blinding me of sight,
the last dregs of day give way to night.

My mind is silent, and my heart is calm.
My neck is stiff, and my nose is cold.

I breathe deeply, and without qualm.
I accept that my youth is growing old.


But I'm alive.
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404 · 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.
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404 · 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.
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