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josh wilbanks Oct 2014
Fake people in a fake town, wearing fake smiles, hiding real frowns. Plastic toys in a garbage bin like people in a school (where  education ends.) Drill the facts and **** creativity, paint the plastic and bull doze the nativity. Humans in a system like monkeys in a cage. Yet this is how we are expected to behave.

Snow fall in a desert would be a new type of nice. Yet i just keep raining on my own paradise. Let the winds guide me to my cubicle downtown, where fake people smiles turn into real people frowns. Yet "life is good!" wrings high from the voices, just who's in who vile screaming senseless rejoices. The sun will die, and with it our lives. What is the point when we all end in time? Why do we sing when the christmas tree burns? When little suzzy was ***** and thing three killed before born?

The world is dark like the back of the moon. The dawn is coming though not to be soon. I work to bring light, but what about you?
Let the fake fade when you decide what to do.
josh wilbanks Sep 2014
im no jesus but i can turn water into koolaid. take a hit of this blunt then i'll forgive you of your sins. show me how to swim on land and i'll show you how to walk on water. im no god, but luke i am your father. just go a little farther down the road so i can pretend we look related. i just masterbated. it feels pretty good to be athiest.
josh wilbanks Sep 2014
I regret every second I am asleep because nothing hurts more then waking up to find out it was all a lie.
You are not mine.
You don't love me.
It's not three in the morning, you're not asleep beside me with one hand on my chest sending chills of fire straight through every bone, every vein, every single cell of this wretched body.
I am not sober, hearing your voice tell me that you could gaze into my eyes forever, thinking about how badly I want your soal to coexist with mine for the rest of time.
Your breath may not be mine but my thoughts are all yours.
Your touch may not be mine but my memories are all yours.
My infatuation is all yours.
My love is all yours.
My insomnia is all yours.
I can no longer fathom wich is worse: remembering what we had, or re-experiencing it over and over every ****** night.
josh wilbanks Sep 2014
I drink away the pain because I can no longer cut it out but give me a chance and I will carve your name.
I think about the day because I no longer remember the nights but give me a chance and I will forget the days too.
I smile when I remember our memories because they have always been my favorites but give me the chance and I will forget them all.

Let me stop drinking.
josh wilbanks Jun 2014
I am a fire.
A mighty fire.
I burn on passion.
You bring me hell.
Hell,
a fire pit of eternal pain.
You bring me a passion that hurts more than any other ****** up lie i have been lead to believe.

Love.
Joy.
Happieness.
Wanting.
Care.
A willingness to sacrifice everything to see you smile.
- The definition of passion.
You give it to me in over doses.

I love you.
So ******* much.
I hate this passion.
Because i am nobody to you.
Just another guy.
Another relationship.
Another "love of my life."
Another ******* lie.

Just a guy from the past.
Living in lost time.
Reminicing to a place Where he felt cared for.
Where he felt that passion.

Passion.
A beast to conquer all.
Brought down by the smallest of things.
Brought down by lies.

My fire is brighter then ever with you.
I love it.
Your touch burns down clouds.
Your absence brings the fire men.

Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I don't love you.
Just the love you gave me.
Just your passion.
My flame is a puddle of blood these days. Thanks for making it rain.
josh wilbanks Jun 2014
There was happieness,
then
everything changed.
It
beat
the kid.
The lonely kid
wanderd into
a mindest,
desperate for it to stop.
The kid did what it said,
and
he cut every day.
He could
not
stop.
He beleived he couldn't.
He eventually died.
Depression finally beat him.
He has always struggled.

or

He has always struggled.
Depression finally beat him.
He eventually died.
He believed he couldn't
stop,
not
he could.
He cut every day,
and
the kid did what it said.
Desperate for it to stop,
a mindest
wanderd into
the lonely kid.
The kid
beat
it.
Everything changed.
Then,
there was happieness.
Don't ever ******* call me Joshua.
I am not him.
I will never again ******* be him.
I am josh/batman.
josh wilbanks Jun 2014
i can feel you -
everytime i put a hand on my chest.
i feel your breath -
everytime i can't breathe.

we made a dynamic duo, me and you.
you where the batman to my robin.
you where the harley quinn to my joker.
now you're the rachel to my harvey dent..

we where the best of friends.
you caught me when i fell.
you stopped me when i jumped.
you showed me the beauty of being loved.

we where so close..
it breaks my heart to think of the miles.
i miss you buddy.
thanks for being my hero.
i love you so much. stay strong for me. know i always think about you. im sorry.
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