Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Bald middle aged white man with reading glasses and a long beard and gray tee shirt poses in a bedroom in front of furniture and posters.

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mistakes

i grew up in a dysfunctional

family where i wasn’t allowed

to make mistakes

and whenever i would make

a mistake

i was punished for it; stand in

the corner for hours, no tv or

radio, etc.

so, of course, i did whatever

i could to not make mistakes

to this day, i am programmed

to be punished when i do make

a mistake

mostly from myself

i know it isn’t healthy

not good for my mental state

but shit, what is anymore

part of the reason i don’t

need therapy

it all was from a fucked up

childhood, just like everything

else

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just as difficult to find

i have a running joke

with my mother that

i would love a morphine

drip for christmas

that or a rare mickey

mantle baseball card

amazingly, roughly

the same price and

just as difficult to

find

so, socks and

underwear

yet again

no excuse to

die without

fresh ones

on

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blood soaked presents

a man came down

the chimney and

quickly was greeted

with a shotgun

he joked, where are

the milk and cookies

one blast later

and the shooter

was enjoying

a few of them

blood soaked presents

christmas in the hood

not sure what any of

these fucks think are

behind these shallow

walls

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empty shopping centers

as a cynical adult

i can’t help but wonder

how many pedophiles

are at home watching

these christmas specials

with a hard on

to say i hate the holidays

is like calling the greatest

liar ever elected president

in this country abraham

lincoln

and i’m sure given a few

twists and turns this life

could have been much

different

sadly, those roads have

been built over and are

now empty shopping

centers

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a long rope and a tall tree

another waiting room

more christmas music

these are the mornings

where i could use a

long rope and a tall

tree

there’s a large

evergreen in

our backyard

decisions, decisions…

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is trapped in suburbia, waiting for time to finally be on his side. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Dope Fiend Daily, The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash and Yellow Mama. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

2 thoughts on “Poetry from J.J. Campbell

  1. It sounds like you’ve been through a lot and I appreciate you sharing your thoughts and feelings with me. It’s tough when past experiences shape how we view ourselves and the world around us. Remember it’s never too late to work on healing and finding peace within yourself. Just take things one step at a time and be kind to yourself along the way. I’m here to listen whenever you need to talk.

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