Joshua Mccoy

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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Sorrow leaked from both eye sockets like a widow weeping at the funeral of a dearly beloved

Untill…
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For that small sapling
Who never had a voice
Silently uttered cries ignored
And forced to accept death without a choice
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Fall down into a monstrous swirling black spiral of death and land face first on the jagged rocks below…
Rise to your feet and outrun the brigade of ravenous gigantic three headed hounds of hell, oozing down blood from their gnarled fangs and glaring at you from eyes of malice intent with skull and crossbones for pupils, nipping at your heels as each one takes lunge after lunge down at you with tyrannosaurus sized teeth and rapidly catch up, as you skid around a corner only to confront a dead end..
Avoid dropped bombs of poison and radioactivity from above by hell’s infinite army of winged imps and sniper demons as they rain endless raids upon you and ensnare you within a glowing ring of fire from their relentless attacks, burying you in a coffin of searing hot blaze…
As the flames seek to charcoal your skin to ash and the immense heat makes you sweat, you stumble backwards into something hard and jagged like a climbing rock wall overflowing with blood. Fearfully you cautiously turn your head to take in a glimpse of the gargantuan king himself before catching a blunt blow to the side of the head by his, now dripping red, spiked iron club. Twelve times bigger than your body and coming down from the heavens for another strike, you barrel roll to the left and dodge the full frontal force but the ground shattering aftershock of the crater foaming blow knocks you off your feet over a steep cliff and become immediately swallowed by a deep chasm…
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These memories flow into my head like a broken dam trying to hold back a sudden surge of violent waves. As persistent as they are, they no longer fit among the world of today.
Abandoned, forgotten and obsolete in everyway.

Time spent conversing and playing with best friends at two separate house across from each other in a war of who deserved me more as a friend and who make a better girlfriend fade in black and white shades in my mind. Golden times of perfection. Untouched by the drifting effect of now and more exclusive friends. The end came as quick as the passing of grades, one right after another, and changes in seasons;
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Above the steep cliffs far beyond Graham Park, sits to two energetic massive lakes forbidden to kiss by a slender strip of land built in jealousy by wasteful fishermen who needed more positions to fish from.


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John holds connie at his side like the sun will burn out when she departs. His world of happiness only became unlocked after her goddess like footsteps appeared at the gate and used her sweet voice to drown out the sorrow and darkness that once resided there.

John has everything a man could ever want with connie offering him the world on a silver platter but a tainted thunderbolt has struck this land of paradise and now a glittery green virus corrupts;
Seeping into everything in the shape of a green puddle,
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I want you
Miss you
Deeply want to kiss you
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I open my eyes and see nothing but darkness and despair
While my oxygen intake runs low
My hands no longer move
My starched legs no longer bend
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…the wind beneath my wings
…the sun that lights my world
…the consoling moon I pray to each night
…the air I breathe
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As she was brushing her hair into long pigtails that highlighted her slender frame, there was a cry of sheer pain for help downstairs in a voice that made Sayori rush from her room to the downstairs living room. When she reached the bottom stair, her eyes grew wide and she gasped for breath…
Her mother lay battered on the ground with blood flowing from both corners of her mouth, struggling from the grip of her father who stood above her holding her head upright by her long hair. She screamed for help with tears streaming down her face as he repeatedly lashed out at her face bare handed like a ruthless boxer abusing punching bag.
This kind of argument had happened before and Sayori had cried the last time curled into a ball but now she stood poised with blade resting at his throat slowly adding pressure. She had moved with ninja speed to him from twelve feet in two seconds and now stood behind his pale white face.
Her father took his bloody and tortured victim and threw her against the wall with one arm and without the slightest hesitation, threw his head back in a head butt to her face, freeing himself, threw a sharp low blow to her stomach, sending her spiraling to the ground as he regained his poise. Sayori glanced at the horror limp against the wall and charged at her father with eyes swelled with hate and a straight forward sword. He dodged again except this time tripping her with one foot and harshly stomping on her fallen back with the other. He reached down and lifted her by the neck to put her face beauty to pug. Sayori looked into his eyes and spit a special made acid from her mouth into his face. He covered his face with his palms in pain as Sayori stood before him and released a fury of thirty three bone crushing blows to his chest and face with such rapid movement, his body was blown away with the final strike through the wall her mother laid to rest, out into the street.
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