Biography of Joshua Mccoy
looking for love and writing life into words as it comes along.please become a friend and ride this wave of love with me :)
Joshua Mccoy Poems
A Man Eating An Apple
He touched her smooth curves and played with the top of her head. He rubbed his fingers along the red texture of her skin
I don’t want popularity, I want Exclusive Seclusive Passionate
Ghost Of A Past Loved Life
I lay in wrinkled sheets of tossing and turning sleep Unable to rest Troubled by a conscious of pure despair over the nightmare that took my joyous reality into its unrelenting grip And twisted it without mercy
Defragmented Suicidal Tendencies
(I pull a tightly gripped cell phone out of my ripped khakis) “Hey Johnny…”
The Phantom Of The Opera
Pale white glow with a somber expression on thy face and words that agree with those who ridicule me and pity those who weigh heavily upon the kindness of your heart, woe and worries that are foreign to your own, cry in frustration when not kept up-to-date and produces a transitioning mass amount of love although, not very much for the outsider who refuses to be with the class undeserving of the worthy title of “senior”. If I could whisk you away from this world of tragic affairs and dramatic strife, I would in the blink of an eye,
How To Keep The One You Love In Marriage
-Treat her nice -Love + bedroom = marriage -Bedroom – love = disaster -Attraction by eye only will doom one from the very start
Remembrance After Death Is Short Lived
They weep and sigh The fakers began to fake cry The music is stale, boring, and old Recollection of memories and stories are told
Teddy Bear Re-Treat
From a sky scraper window I can see it all Candy heart being given And teddy bears hugged big and small
Back and forth Back and forth Side to side Side to side
With Knees shaking, I fall into an illusion of false security where nothing is alive All is artificial. The steady breathing around me is replaced by the grinding and shifting of creaky sprockets and clanking gears. Looking left, then right, blank soulless eyes stare outward at the same screen, transferring visual data only to micro chips.
Heaven Sent Instrument
I will do my very best to protect you and heal the wounds life scar you with. I will be your makeshift lean-to when you collapse and I will save you from falling into the surrounding darkness that threatens to engulf your soul every time loneliness overwhelms you. I will pick you up Every time you fall I will always be there
Hatred, Not Another Wannabe
This is sick This is nasty Why am I here? This is icky
I am transferred but still attached I don’t have the heart to start over from scratch I keep coming back for more and more To embrace a closed coffin where pain galore
Handled By A Pro
I lapped at her side like a busty sophisticated mature teacher flashing a creamy treat ready to eat and a young little boy begging for only a lick. She was a perfect tease and could have any fall at her feet yet her heart knew not the love of any man. I was pulled into an early grave plot by a hand of spiritual lust and suddenly became buried alive by tall tales of one on one sessions of nonstop moaning and allusions of wet lips that went untouched for me alone. “here lies a betrayed fool” was carved deeply upon my tombstone as my high hopes and blissful thoughts of my wildest fantasies coming to life were burned and painfully eradicated at our very first physical encounter, shadowed by a menacingly foreboding storm approaching over head with consistent lightning strikes upon gawking bystanders below. Barely light kissing ensued after three minutes of holding but the true intentions of my taste buds went untouched and the desires of my lustful heart, unfulfilled.
Tech scanned the layout of the structure one more time for any glitches in our plan as we wheeled around the corner of Rich and Fancy Street in our robust white van.
We have the time frame of nine minutes and thirty-two seconds to pull this off or this failed bust will be the end of my days as field leader.
Thoughts of temporary anxiety are flushed out suddenly by the scrapping of a wide metal door sliding open and intense bright light swallowing my vision to pure white.
Masks roll down fac