only feel good in the winter
another hot day
another day where
the sun reminds
you fat people
only feel good
in the winter
i figure one of
these days i won’t
be able to afford
air conditioning
sweating to death
is a book from the
18th century
i suppose that says
something about
this damn society
christians parading
around yet not
giving two shits
about anything
jesus said
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a damn shotgun
it’s that loud
crack from
every bone
when you
crawl out
of bed in
the
morning
it reminds
you of
a damn
shotgun
what a
warm
thought
this early
in the
morning
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the simple gesture
the soft sunshine
on the lonely skin
of a lost soul
trapped in a
crease of time
the sweet caress
of lips longing
for the simple
gesture of hope
for tomorrow
a universe where
all this madness
is a beauty stained
on the glass
protecting the soul
too many broken
too many emergencies
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eventually the sun rises again
there are days
where i would
like to curl up
in a ball and
just die
this depression
ebbs and flows
by the hour it
seems
but eventually
the sun rises
again
and i have
the option to
do something
other than rinse
and repeat
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with every second
it’s been nearly
a decade since
i have kissed
a woman
i try not to
think about
it
as i know the
temptation to
kill myself
would grow
with every
second
exactly why
this poem is
shorter than
usual
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J.J. Campbell
Brookville, OH 45309-9277
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