Poetry from J.J. Campbell

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up against the roof
 
sometimes on these
nights where i can
hear the rain pounding
up against the roof
 
i lay in bed alone
and wish to die
 
i know it’s not likely
but a boy can dream
 
though, i have no
interest in seeing
my funeral
 
i don’t want to start
off my death with
yet another
disappointment

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in a sweet oblivion
 
whispers of so many
gifts wasted on the
young
 
tap your arm to
find the perfect
spot
 
the listless moon
drifts away in a
sweet oblivion
 
until you die
 
until that final
breath is stolen
by what you
thought was your
only lover
 
visions of lies and
mistrust cloud any
nirvana you thought
was possible
 
imagine that, the
user getting used
 
burn any bridge
down before it
collapses and
takes you with
it
 
one of those lessons
you only learn when
you know the right
people in school
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knocking you back down
 
the urgency of now
is lost on those that
find life comfortable
 
tossed away on the
street
 
forced to shit in an
alley
 
this is what happens
to the beauty queens
once the truth is
exposed
 
they only prop you
up to enjoy knocking
you back down
 
it’s a fucking game
to everyone else that
doesn’t understand
how it all works
 
but when you find
yourself trying to
decide whether
today is the day
that life either
ends or begins
 
you don’t exactly
have the time to
give a shit whether
you are going viral
or trending at the
moment
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a taste for trouble
 
those mysterious
eyes dancing
around this dead
soul
 
nothing good
happens after
two in the
morning
 
good thing we
both have a taste
for trouble
 
one caress of
your brown skin
and suddenly this
dead soul has signs
of something called
life
 
and when those
movie star lips
touched mine
 
it wasn’t quite
fireworks
 
but think of it as
a sparkler burning
at a million degrees
 
dance until the sun
comes up or we no
longer know where
the fuck our clothes
are
 
it’s amazing what
the right chemistry
can do for the body
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prince would have been 59 today
 
purple lights fade
to black on what
would have been
 
talent lost into the
void
 
but bathe in the
brilliance left
behind
 
a genius that knew
no limits to anything
 
good, bad and sexy
for days
 
a whole generation
or two were made
to that music
 
we all should raise
a glass on his birthday
and say thanks
 
only a certain few
get to be immortal
 
and we all know
those songs will
never die
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J.J. Campbell

 

 

 

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