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The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

The only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.

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If you don’t create for yourself, you’ll end up writing within the artists’ box.

If you don’t create for yourself, you’ll end up writing within the artists’ box.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

I found God in horizon by the tracks

He was drunk, bottle of whiskey in his hand singing lullabies, gun in his lap.

Grim as Job, he was crying

a Junkyard-ghostie

I heard the prayers he put on vibrate causing earthquakes in his pocket

He gave me a shot

it was warm.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

There is no blueprint to what you can do,
you can change your life every single day.

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Lantern Jaw

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There was a new vision in poetry

Ordinary was a gorgeous dress on the woman of straight fantasies

or the perfect cock in the hands of homosexuals.

You can teach children to count with my ribs

Belly clenches farts of nothing for calories.

I’ve been cutting myself beneath the skin

I’m going…

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Love Sounds

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MAKING LOVE SOUNDS
haunt me.
I can smell them
when I am alone
& she is 13 hours away
or even 5 feet away
not thinking of me,
and I smell them
not thinking of her.

I wonder if I should trim my noise hair
or become a hedonist
anything.

Line segrating day and dreams
bites me.

I want her to bite…

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

How high are the wolves?

"YOU HAVE TWO FUCKING OPTIONS KID

AND IF YOU HESITATE ILL PUT ONE BULLET IN HER ASS

BREAK HER FINGERS BLOODY

SHOOT YOUR BALLSAK 

YING YANG YOUR BODIES

THEN STOMP YOU BOTH DEAD

Here are your options.”

The thought tosses me a gun. 

"Shoot yourself

or I shoot Her.”

*bang*

The wolves are stoned.

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Pencils are broken light bulbs sparking
potential lightening

I’m shitting dirty toilets
whoops bleach in mouth
a poem venereal
poetry disease
not feelin poetic
used to talk about apathy
like I knew what I was saying
Knowledge gets mugged
by understanding
and the ignorant don’t feel silly
but those who know
feel silly. Friends, be
my political allies
or distract me from gunpowder
and pencils. I’m not feelin
poetic. This is the result
of habit.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

needs arms more than a mouth.

Show don’t tell is advice for more than just writing.

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"Warning: This site contains blocked messages. Please disregard with caution, and return to your usual programming. You are not safe reading about freedom, open-mindedness, or dreaming."

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Gatsby & The Always Open Mouth  (via jeremiahwaltonpoetry)

Ahh, Gatsby, you bastard.  You squirmy television of humans being human, with their 10,000 year old brain and coke and cocks and paintings and infinitely finiteness.  You wallet plucking mongrel.  Bite me.

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There’s a poem in pretend guns

their bullet casings written upon in childish scribbles of imagination

the firing range is infinite

so together,

we shoot.

"Words are fossilized butterfly wings,
pretty to look at sometimes,
but only good for Museums.
I want to miserably burn down the Museums."

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Jeremiah Walton  (via thatlitsite)

BACK YOUR WORDS WITH ACTIONS!  

Apathy and desperation manufacture self loathing, the cheapest gasoline. 

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Waiting on a lover’s letter in purgatory between yes and no,
damp corner
with mold
and sparkles of maybe-sunrise.

Some blood rain will never wash away

I kiss pencils in the morning
and begin burning them Dawn.

  The ashes rainbow in anticipation.  previously published in The Rainbow Journal

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"There are horrible events going on all over the world. Human beings are really fucking up. Poets, we can’t just write poems. We have to put poems into action."

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Jeremiah Walton  (via thatlitsite)

Another quote.  That Lit Site, you rule brother.  

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