ten more years
 

remember when your parents

told you they were staying

together for the sake of the

children

 

it was all a lie

 

they hated you and only

stayed together for another

decade because the taxes

were easier to do

 

ten more years of do

what your father says

 

ten more years of

anger and despair

 

ten more years of talking

yourself down from the

roof every other night

 

you still are haunted

by those ten years

 

eventually, time will

run out on all of us

 

not everyone gets

the bliss of a sunset
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another sign of getting older
 

here comes a

sexy woman

in glasses

 

my knees

just got

weak

 

is it love

 

or fucking

arthritis
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someone will find the happy out there
 

i was told i never write happy poems

 

some impossible challenges should

just be let go

 

but no

 

i have to do this

 

so, there's this little boy

watching the rain

 

his father tells him

those are tears from

god

 

and the little boy asks

why is god crying

 

and the father tells the

little boy it is because

of all the times he lets

down his mother

 

and the little boy, just

old enough to know his

father is probably full

of shit

 

says maybe it is because

of all the times you have

let her down and she knows

she could have done much

better

 

after taking his beating, the

little boy learned a lasting

knowledge about the truth...

 

it hurts
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with all i have to give
 

hot water racing

down your back

 

i can feel your breath

in my soul

 

it feels like i have

waited forever to

taste you

 

to grace your lips with

all i have to give

 

be it this night or all

the nights we have left

 

you possess the only

arms i ever felt safe

within

 

i could promise you

the moon but i'd rather

go hand in hand shooting

the stars

 

walk across a bridge and

jump together

 

to see how much love

can let us fly

 

i want to show the muse

all that she has inspired

me to do

 

one day, hopefully

 

we'll meet in some

random city like it

was meant to be
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chasing dark secrets
 

the muse is in paradise

trying to enjoy life a

little bit more

 

i'm off chasing dark

secrets

 

wondering if it is only

my tail or a tale worth

telling

 

our love grows stronger

and i long for the day

where there is a lonely

beach and two old souls

enjoying a drink

 

i know the chances

are slim

 

but i refuse to believe

the impossible can't

happen

 

of course, the deeper

the longing the larger

the price to pay in

sorrow and madness


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Disturb the Universe Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy and The Asylum Floor. He will have a joint book coming out this summer with C. Renee Kiser. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)