Justin S Wampler: Poems

417 · Jan 2022

Block

Justin S Wampler Jan 2022

Block

I've nothing
to say.

So I've gone and said it.

10w lazy

416 · 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 #*****

416 · 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.

416 · 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.

414 · 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.

414 · 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.

413 · 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.

413 · May 2015

grand (10w)

Justin S Wampler May 2015

grand (10w)

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

#10w

412 · 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.

411 · 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.

410 · Apr 2015

Title (optional)

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Title (optional)

Body

Notes (optional)

#tags #separated #by #spaces

409 · 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

409 · 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.

409 · 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

409 · Nov 2018

Potted people

Justin S Wampler Nov 2018

Potted people

A leaf here,
roots there,
bloom comes every year
bringing with it
the flowers of new dawn.

Reach for the sun,
ye of old mind,
growth comes slowly
but consistanly
throughout our lives.

When comes frost
riding on autumn winds,
shake off your old leaves
without chagrin,
let growth begin again.

#plant #flower #growth #autumn #spring #sun #life #thoughts

408 · 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.

407 · 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

407 · 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.

407 · 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.

407 · Sep 2014

As the breakers crash,

Justin S Wampler Sep 2014

As the breakers crash,

I flick my ash.

Into the trash

405 · Mar 2015

a

Justin S Wampler Mar 2015

***

a

#***

404 · 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.

403 · Apr 2023

Wreck Tangled

Justin S Wampler Apr 2023

Wreck Tangled

Whether on an evening dinner date
or out for a long walk in the afternoon
I see them glare vapidly
at little rectangles of doom.

Time accelerated.
Everything will be gone so soon
yet still I see their eyes glued
to little rectangles of doom.

In joy and despair
love and contempt
the feelings are there
and they feel so true.
When black rectangles of doom
gaze right back into you.

Become abyss.

Remember when
I was me
and you were you.

Now we're just
the things we've watched,
rectangles of doom.

402 · 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.

401 · 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.

400 · 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

399 · 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.

399 · Mar 2017

simplicity

Justin S Wampler Mar 2017

simplicity

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

398 · 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.

397 · 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.

396 · 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.

392 · 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?

391 · 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.

391 · May 2015

first kiss

Justin S Wampler May 2015

first kiss

Time stopped,
and life died
deep inside
of her eyes.

The arcade,
flooding with
our peers,
surrounded us.

As our lips
touched upon
each others,
it faded.

it all just
faded away.

391 · Apr 2017

HP

Justin S Wampler Apr 2017

HP

This is all so different,
yet also seems familiar.

I guess the words are the same,
it's just the way they're presented
that has changed.

389 · Apr 2015

Closure

Justin S Wampler Apr 2015

Closure

**** everything is ****

388 · 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

388 · Jan 2021

Love is blind

Justin S Wampler Jan 2021

Love is blind

Turn all the lights off,
I want to read your skin
like braille.

388 · 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.

387 · 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.

387 · 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.

386 · Dec 2024

Untitled

Justin S Wampler Dec 2024

Untitled

Never going back again,
that old bridge
on a snowy day.

But I'm there every other day
inside of my mind.

Ain't even my friends,
not half of them.
Not anymore.

But I'm certain that
we used to be.

386 · 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.

385 · Aug 2014

Leaving again?

Justin S Wampler Aug 2014

Leaving again?

Our fates are constrained
by the lights that remain
in the skies at night

...so...

Don't ******* lecture me
about how hard it is
don't ******* walk away
I can make it simple

#desperate #alone #solitude #left #gone #abandoned #attention #depth

385 · Jun 2015

fuck you

Justin S Wampler Jun 2015

*******

Your eyes
reading these words
I hate those eyes
I hate it when you read this
I hate you
for reading this

384 · May 2015

Blaine the Mono

Justin S Wampler May 2015

Blaine the Mono

Why did the dead baby cross the road?

384 · 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?

383 · 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.

382 · 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.

381 · Sep 2014

Here's another

Justin S Wampler Sep 2014

Here's another

mothballs in the ******
yeah you already know