“What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoons Without tempering my amazement Knowing all beauty eventually dies.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“We are a handful of dust in God’s image Before we return again to dusty grave Life isn’t a war, it’s a… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Love is the poetry of the stars The wind is the breath of the earth To never become who you are Or… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I often wonder and imagine What lies just beyond the fringe Of the human experience; What is it that we do not… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“The stars stare back In that deep, Soul-shattering blackness And from the depths of existence Comes a cruel, icy wind Raising the… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Sleepless nights Spent looking at the ceiling Searching in those etched patterns For some sort of adhesive To glue together the broken… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Pressure knocks at my door A clock ticks and demands its due The lava burns from the floor But not in a… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I look up upon a sparsely starred abyss Having wandered to this street corner In the middle of the night Watching the… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“In vain I try to jump into the photo To create again a time so simple That a piece of paper might… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“These colorful polaroids Are like magical portals Leading to places, emotions, and people Who had slipped into the midst of the forgotten,… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Time is the cruelest of physicians, healing All wounds, but always slowly, looping A surgical needle through the mind’s flesh, experiencing Torment… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“This piece of inked paper stands a colossus A monument to a string of moments once dear; The only surviving testament to… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I’ve always hated it when authors seem to find joy In killing my favorite characters. With gleaming eyes they toy With turmoil… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Real life is just another stage. Just another stage where I have to look and act Like I have everything put together;… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Love is dead And we are each to blame When we took lighters over wild flame.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“There are seven billion faces smiling in as many ways But if I don’t see yours, I consider it a wasted day.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“I’ve always hated it when authors seem to find joy In killing my favorite characters. With gleaming eyes they toy With turmoil in every… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“I don’t want safety or guarantees— I want a life worth living. I want to jump off a skyscraper And fashion a parachute on… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“As artists, we create the beauty We are too afraid to live out And search, but always fall just shy Of finding what life… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“Society is a vicious rubber stamp Labelling and assigning camps But love is an illuminating lamp.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“Fate is the cruelest of masters, taking Life when it pleases or at random, handing Rigged decks to whom it pleases, cheating All alike… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“The pulpit is beautifully furnished and bright But it's rotted in places not seen by the light” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“The rays of sun spilled Like coffee into a pot Gently, warmly flowing Almost as an afterthought. The morning dew melted to vapor Rising… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“Love is just two people Plastering perfect masks On each others’ faces; And it only lasts Until the masks crack And the fantasy ends.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“You brought me to places I’d have never thought to go To a trail near the river Where the water runs slow; To a… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“I remember sitting in bed, as a child looking up at the ceiling I couldn’t sleep, of course, And so set about to thinking… — Justin Wetch Copy Share
“My past self would've hated who I am today And I still feel that hatred in the parts of him that stayed” — Justin Wetch Copy Share
