The fire in my mind is cooking up an empty dish / Replaying my favourite desolation clips / From when your back is being whipped / My gravey…
My God, My Glory, Giver of life… / My praises untoThee. / My Stay, My Shield, Strength against strife… / Oh God who knows my every nee…
He is!
No one wants to be fixed. They just want to be…
All I can say is we have to stop fixing our friends and family…
All I can say is we have to stop fixing our friends and family…
I wanted to write. More than that, I needed to write. If it was dark and gloomy, morose and macabre, if it was fucking death, I wanted …
Sunday night writing.
“I’m sure your blood is brown, with all the chocolate you eat,” cried Tamara, “I bet your brain is too.” She was right, I do like cho…
See what can happen when you eat too much chocolate. / I have only completed another chapter, and am not sure if I’ll keep going, so please leave me you comments as to if you like it so far or not.
Is sadness really the worst sin? / Is indifference it’s evil twin? P.R.O.Z.A.C.
Dedicated to anyone struggling to love themselves for exactly they way they are..The path is long and terrain is rough, but a journey of 1000 miles does indeed begin with one step.
It was a prediction / That I would find him an addiction / I was warned by all who knew / That he was their addiction too / How could this po…
There is one on every corner / So I do not have to go far for a fix…
I am just writing about one of my friends. Life would be much harder without it, and I have even read that it is actually supposed to be good for you. It is a good drug, friend, and pick-me up.
I still follow in your wake as you seer the world alight
Sometimes even what is simple as love can be made unintentionaly to slide
In this slick city of coffee drinking freaks (who are constantly taking leaks!), I often feel a pang of wonder at how many coffee casualt…
I felt sick to my stomach while anxiety built;
Fixed with a Gun was featured in Poetry and Beautiful Women / Thank you! My thoughts on war…and a certain former US leader
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 l…
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
There’s her victory.
Here’s to puppets (the non-creepy kind) and to the little children that play with them.
My interest fades in what is taught; / I drift away in deep thought. / Thinking about what will happen years from now: / Who, what, where, a…
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Thinking how bored you are, / Wishing your death was not so far.
“Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P.” By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
Some lay awake / From stress they can not shake. / Others may have dreams, / More good than bad or so it seems.
Life: The Rollercoaster to R.I.P. By: Justin Martin Spicer © 2008/2009
“Too young to have eyes so full of hurt. What’s happened to you baby girl.”
a sequel to The Battered Leather Jacket tell me if this one is better, worse or the same if you would be so kind
I’m broken. I know, but i can fix you. How do you know? Because i fell too.
Duck tape helps.
i need a break / from you / from me / from the us that used to be / to the now that we are / to the what we could be / should be / haven’t been ...
everything i write / isn’t autobiographical sometimes the words / write themselves perhaps they reside deep within me perhaps it’s just bullshit i pull out of my ass all art isn’t literal although much is based on experience the best part is… only the artist knows what is real and what is simply fiction which is it? only the reader can make that call… depends on how the work relates to the one viewing it… that is what i love MOST about art and writing!!!
the truth, floats, down / flutters, falls, on my eyes / I see the real you, past your lies…
truth is truly amazing. it really does set you free.. i hate lies, i wish i could stay away from them but sometimes i too fall in the web of lies and deceit. there are big lies ( i avoid those cos they just bring trouble and shit) and small lies (the ones i tell occasionally) but I prefer the truth though…but its like i said, if you have perfected you poker face (like i have), you can get away with murder. Iv gotten so good at telling lies i can even get away with it from my family and closest friends… but it does take its toll, i feel it in my shoulders, my neck, in my head, my heart and on my skin… and in the lump in my throat, my eyes though, a crystal clear, unfaltering… i hate lying… Thanks to the Dykeenies for the use of some sparkly words (gracias!) :) Featured In Young Ehtusiasts
they sat in silence / no words needed / looks back and forth / black hearts seeded / there was love / yet hate prevailed / he in full dress / sh…
He was broken, now he’s hurt / And cannot fix the pain.
We all feel like this sometimes… we hide who we are, what we feel, so we all look big and brave without a care in the world… but that becomes a burden, to heavy to carry, and it cracks your heart and breaks your bones so share the load with a little angel, they will understand and demand nothing in return
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