My motto, when life gives you lemons... your an idiot nobody gives away lemons. When life hands you ten pounds of dirty dog shit in a nine pound, saggy, ripping paper bag. light that motherfucker on fire and put it on god's door step. more »
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Cody Campbell Poems
I dont want to cry but im standing right above you It sinks down to my chest and sqeezes out every last
Burning On The Outside For A Change
I want to fly away and live free, buy a fine airplane, fueled by my insanity. or a helicopter, driven by pity. Crash them? both of course.
To whom it may concern.
To whom it may concern the drip of bloody finger tips. halts, impetuously, tousled by the wind and the slip from my bloody lips
Stars (Abnormal Thinking Atrocities)
Sand on a beach miraculous would I be a simpleton
What I don't get about this girl is how she can make me laugh and smile but at the same time make me want cry. How is it that the same emotions that make me happy also produce this horrible lump in my chest. How is it that her actions make it clear that she does not want me yet her words make it clear that she does. What I don't get is how this beautiful angel, kind and friendly can be so cruel as to drag me along for the ride.
The rain comes but does not go. It fills up my brain, my heart and my soul.
Do you remember- Remember your dreams, Said the clown I don’t,
A web will not circle And a web will not spin. However it can sit in a corner forever, waiting to win.
ode to empty space
I sit upon the edge My legs fall of the sides The darkness waits below, Hungry for my insides
Sun shines on the marble floor You here three knocks against your door The reaper comes to hear your sin You strive against yourself to win
Comments about Cody Campbell
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I dont want to cry
but im standing right above you
It sinks down to my chest
and sqeezes out every last
puff of living air.
it has been one year you have been
in that sunken whole in the ground.
Today is the first day your headstone
could show your name.
However it is not the first thing you could have asked for.
Maybee you could have asked for better friends?
So loved but left to yourself because you teemed with light.
When i think that i could have helped.
I do want to cry.
I want to feel weak ashamed not forgiven or consoled