Joshua Mccoy Poems

He touched her smooth curves
and played with the top of her head.

He rubbed his fingers along the red texture of her skin
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I don’t want popularity, I want
Exclusive
Seclusive
Passionate
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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
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(I pull a tightly gripped cell phone out of my ripped khakis)


“Hey Johnny…”
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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,
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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.
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-Treat her nice
-Love + bedroom = marriage
-Bedroom – love = disaster
-Attraction by eye only will doom one from the very start
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Back and forth
Back and forth
Side to side
Side to side
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From a sky scraper window
I can see it all
Candy heart being given
And teddy bears hugged big and small
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A newfound friend and naïve ally almost had his dreadful dream come true yesterday. He has the power to see the future in sights induced from the night and despite his best efforts to prevent it, they always come true. Last night, he dreamt of his adored beloved laying with another in the back of her car and in bed as well. This foreshadowed thought of doubt shone on his face as he unknowingly befriended the man from his dreams…

As we sat in prayer under watchful Nazis in a self proclaimed kid oriented recreation facility, I met the face of the secret love kept behind my back by a juggling puppet master. She had tricked my dusty strings looking for love and jolted me in amusement like a limp puppet with painted tearful eyes. He told me that his heart lived for her happiness in being faithful and I believed him under the word of god by a teenage preacher onstage and trigger-happy gunmen kept in the back to keep the peace and restrict all down to the right of forced silence. When the time came to approach the shy conspirator who had orchestrated a symphony of heartbreak within me, she chose the tactic of protesting “why I didn’t put a false declaree of her love in his place” as a defense. She stayed true to her role as being a master cheating deceit to the final end as tears swelled in her eyes to my outrageous claim
But the die was cast when foreign lips touched he ear,
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