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Josh Murphy Mar 2014
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick*
Boom

One day I'll have nothing,
To spend my time on.
Because I'll explode,
Like a ticking time bomb.
Josh Murphy Mar 2014
No such thing as darkness, just the absence of light.
No such thing as cold,just the absence of heat.
No such thing as hate, just the absence of *love.
Trying to explain hate with science
Josh Murphy Mar 2014
Falling down a deep dark hole,
F
alling down to live with moles.
Fa
lling down after being pushed,
Fal
ling down after feeling lust.
Fall
ing down when I need you most,
Falli
ng down like a terrible host.
Fallin
g down to the empty space,

Falling
down so I can't see your face.
Falling d
own to live a life of despair,
Falling do
wn away from fresh air.
Falling dow
n to where love can't live,

Falling down** *to where there's no love to give.
Josh Murphy Mar 2014
Love is a candle,
Burning bright for two,
But with time it dwindles,
As does my love for you.

The flame is to be shared,
Not dumped on just me.
Because that's when I burn,
Please, just set me free.

Say how you feel,
Don't make up excuses,
Because your excuses hurt more,
Than domestic abuses.

The candle burns and burns,
Using up all the wax,
Until there is nothing left,
And that's when we turn our backs.

Only when our backs are turned,
That's when I realise,
That I'm the only one who's burned,
And I'm the only one that cries.
Written by request for a good friend
Josh Murphy Feb 2014
I'm not myself,
Just another book on the shelf,
Showing my spine,
But it's not yours, it's mine.

Judge this book by its cover,
Because you don't want to discover,
The truth between my pages,
This book has been rotting ages.

As my pages turn yellow,
You read that I am mellow,
As your hands turn black from ink,
I pray that I would sink.

You think you know the real me,
You think that I feel free,
But no book can be himself,
When he's stuck on your reading shelf.
Josh Murphy Feb 2014
Two
Two** knights, fighting side by side,
One ready to ****, one ready to die.

Two truckers, driving in a convoy,
One is man, one is still a boy.

Two astronauts, floating in space,
One enjoys the view, one covers his face.

Two teens, after the same girl,
One goes for the gold, one lets him take his world.

Two killers, with knives at their backs,
One takes the life, one covers his tracks.

Two friends, talking about their lives,
One loves his friend, one envies his life.
Sorry for the lack of poems lately and then the quality of this one. I've been working on a writing project lately and got a bit side tracked.
Josh Murphy Feb 2014
You don't see it yourself,
But I witness it every day.
I see it in your smile,
And the way that you say "Hey!"

You "make yourself beautiful",
And it's just in the small ways.
But you really don't need to,
As this is the truth presently... and always.
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