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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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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Back and forth
Back and forth
Side to side
Side to side
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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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They weep and sigh
The fakers began to fake cry
The music is stale, boring, and old
Recollection of memories and stories are told
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