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  Aug 2016 Josh Hall
Joshua Haines
I focus on my bank account
and not feeling alone.
The man in 1080p repeats,
'Where has my America gone?'
Fifty or sixty, and billionaire rich --
I guess I'm his working class *****.

Voting on how to
delude myself best;
I am part of a
dollar bill nest,
where I get to see
but don't get to touch,
where I get to give
but don't get too much.
Josh Hall Apr 2014
I still taste you,
You're traced on my teeth,
These shallow shadows peek in between.
Walk my fine lines,
Fall to a side,
Where I catch you with my lips,
Hands inside your hips.
You gasp when you realize,
Our hearts are cold as ice.
When I warm you up,
Maybe we won't mind.
We're young and confused,
If you win I lose it,
Let's just do it all again!
Look out for the sins we commit,
Your God abandoned me,
And if the shoe fits,
I might just need you,
You know ****-well why!
When we get tongue tied,
We waste their lives!
I won't live my life in their lies.
It's a dark reality,
Kiss you endlessly,
You're alone with me,
Abandoned by reason,
So why are our shirts on?
Extinguish our boredom!
Bite me if you like me!
I won't drop you,
Like my ****** knives,
Get down to your knees girl,
Celebrate a ***** world.
Tell me if you'll smite me,
Sink your fangs in,
Take me for a spin.
When you win,
I'll let you in.
ugh
Josh Hall Apr 2014
Writ a full report,
This medical miracle,
Is so ******-up in the head!
We'd better take him to an expert,
Maybe they'll understand,
His diagnosis,
Is dead.
He's smoking!
He's drinking!
He's ******* with some girl!
She appears to be a scary *****,
Let the horror-show unfurl!
I prescribe a good vacation,
Maybe just a shrink,
**** it!
Let's send him to a psych-ward,
Drain his blood,
And make him think!
Pubescence is a crime against humanity,
Teens are dead or on the brink,
I won't stop complaining!
Teenagers are crazy,
Drunk,
And blazing,
Tell me again to **** myself,
And you'll watch your blood spill out!
Cry until you die,
Abandoned tear-ducts,
Buy my time.
We've sold our souls to 4 years,
Of razor blades,
And *** online.
Cry!
Cry!
Cry!
Alligator tears abide.
Maybe I'll climb,
Just to jump.
Cross my heart,
Hope to fly!
ugh
Josh Hall Apr 2014
Oh, I believe I can see your future,
And it's looking pretty dim,
There will be no evasion of these weapons,
You'd be smart to welcome Sir Grim.
I'm still loading!
You are firing!
I think you know how much **** you're in,
And it's your move, son,
So what's your ******* plan?
Fire at will!
This is not a game!
If it were I'd break the rules again.
You look like you're heaving with your own pain,
It's disgusting, but maybe I'll help you,
When I introduce your flesh to a flame!
You are out of this world,
Thanks to being placed at the end of my rifle,
Then it popped,
And you swirled.
You're dastardly,
A waste of space to me,
You're a mean one, Mr. *****,
Put yourself down and out,
But you still talk to innocent girls with your malintioned member!
When everything's out of control,
You'll blow a hole in your head,
But woe is you,
You've got to ******* go!
Because woe is you psychotic-Romeo,

Everybody, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"

Let's go dig a hole,
Toss the ****** in!
Cover him in gasoline,
And burn the evidence.
Boom.
ugh
Josh Hall Mar 2014
Salvaging through all the minds of the forsaken,
The blunt-force-object I carry is shaking them up again.
If this is the end,
I'm going to break,
Not bend.
The decent ones all think I have wasted,
To trash in their little laced-up lives.
They're giving me hives,
And it makes me want to die!
If you speak one more time,
And tell me to get it right,
You'll be left out for the flies!
You're cutting all your corners,
And you'll feel the weight of the world,
I eat the curses that you hurl,
Like a bleach and razor meal.
At least the ******* rats on my floor,
Know when they are done for.
You're not even a rat!
You are your own designed filth.
How about you use your whining mouth to *******,
I won't rest until you are killed.
Maybe you won't be complaining if you're buried alive in cement.
But this wall keeps me out of Heaven,
Maybe the wall is heaven-sent.
It's not good versus evil,
More like hemophilia and war!
I'll laugh when you're jokes aren't true.
Otherwise be silent too.
Thanks for reading. Listen to "Go to Hell for Heaven's Sake"- Bring Me the Horizon
Josh Hall Mar 2014
Look at the torches and lighters while they wave.
Do you ever care about the darkness they'd make?
Or about the light that they take?
The shadows shake,
To hear the questions asked by romantic's prey.
No my ****** up friend,
It's another question asked due to my actions,
Because you needed help and I led you astray!
You were a victim of the knife with which I play!
Answer me a question!
Would God ask for your soul to steal?
What about your skin to peel?
And I'll keep saying,
I'm sorry I could not conclude,
Did not mean to be rude,
I was distracted by all of these terms and conditions,
All the questions they all ask of me,
And I don't deal well with authority.
Truth be told I think we're meant to ask questions,
So that we may hide in our answers!
So here is a question:
Do questions die?
This one took a lot out of me, I need a nap. And you all should listen to "Youth Is Wasted On the Young"- Architects
Josh Hall Mar 2014
Listen to me!
I cough out my tales of woe!
I'm so hurt!
I'm so terribly low!
******* up,
With your pipe and your cup,
Give me the stuff,
So I can forgive you and away I'll go,
I act like I can't hear you,
It's the only pass-time I enjoy!
Toss and turn as if you don't know,
Don't play coy,
With me,
I'll smack you into next week,
By then you'll have resolved yourself!
Amphetamines!
THC Dreams!
Smash this bottle!
Drown in whiskey!
Killer combinations eat me time after time.
I made it all up in my head,
So I could afford some counterfeit meds!
Pocket pills,
My own free will,
For my ******-somatic need to ****!
The painless solution,
Found at the bottom of an alcoholic potion!
We are addicted to a lie!
Begging for another chance to say "Goodbye!"
And I know now there's no wrong or right,
Tie your lips to a stem and watch it ignite!
And we'll scream,
Amphetamines!
THC Dreams!
Smash this bottle!
Drown in whiskey!
It's like we live for nothing,
Pretend to **** yourself,
So you'll feel like something,
Break some hearts just to know you can,
Those pills in your pocket will make you fly before you land!
If you haven't noticed.
There's nothing wrong with you.
This poem was so fun to write. This song is just as fun: "The Sharpest Lives"-My Chemical Romance
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