Justin Spicer

There was a man
Who traveled the land
In search of Japan,
But no one told him
That it is an island

We all have a destiny;
We all have a purpose.
Until we find it,
We are all worthless.

Nothing and everything all at once
Nobody and somebody in one
Neither and either it could be

My mind runs with madness;
It runs with much sadness.
The past haunts me when I blink;
It haunts me when I think.
It is more than I can take-
More than I can shake;
They pierce my soul-
…

I laugh and say
My final goodbyes.

Change me,
Warp my fucking mind.

I gaze upon the vast and dismal land.
Many would fear that which I see,
Not I,
For I am in my beautiful place.

Some lay awake
From stress they can not shake.
Others may have dreams,
More good than bad or so it seems.

Thinking how bored you are,
Wishing your death was not so far.

My interest fades in what is taught;
I drift away in deep thought.
Thinking about what will happen years from now:
Who, what, where, and how?

Taking the good with bad,
The joyful times with the sad,
Some of you may not see
That all of this is meant to be.

Having
Optimistic
Prayers
Everyday

Lonely
Offensive
Self
Torment

Hiding in the dark all day
Soul begins to run away.

And one day you will see-
See that I could be-
Be more than what is seen-
Seen by your judgmental eyes-
Eyes that burn holes
Holes that leave scars
Scars that last and never fade-
Fad…

It’s no surprise when human beings end up where they were foreseen
Trash in the bin and debris in the gutter

I laugh, I cry, I wonder why.

I love, I hate, I sit and wait.

I lie, I sigh, I slowly die.

Deepest passion, see me through
For this wretched loneliness clouds my view.
Even with success and commendations,
My soul still fills with lamentations.
Depression saturates my every though…

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Goes the clock on the stucco walls of the coffee shop
Click, clack, click, clack
As I type another tale on my lap
Chit, chat, chit, chat
As the girly guys gossip and…

I write better in the night;
My mind is clear with words in sight
Ironic is this lack of light;
I can reach a new poetic height,
At least that’s if I try, I might,
Until the reader shows m…