“It is such a pity how some people Are dead long before their hearts stop beating.” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“What is it about growing older That bites venomously Into the neck of hope?” — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“As joy dwindles with the years I wistfully recall When the christmas tree Looked ten feet tall And the presents under it… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Question marks are met with periods By people full of arrogance They have every answer, nothing mysterious And yet they have no… — 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
“As artists, we create the beauty We are too afraid to live out And search, but always fall just shy Of finding… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“They give us eighteen years To figure out how to spend our lives; We’re pushed towards high-paying careers At the cost of… — 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
“I’ve been worried since I left the womb Like a schizophrenic on shrooms Like a hypochondriac on crack Never shy with the… — 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
“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
“I don’t want safety or guarantees— I want a life worth living. I want to jump off a skyscraper And fashion a… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“I remember sitting in bed, as a child looking up at the ceiling I couldn’t sleep, of course, And so set about… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Fate is the cruelest of masters, taking Life when it pleases or at random, handing Rigged decks to whom it pleases, cheating… — 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
“The rays of sun spilled Like coffee into a pot Gently, warmly flowing Almost as an afterthought. The morning dew melted to… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
“Every breath we take from the air Takes oxygen from an insect’s lungs mid-prayer And every exhalation does loudly declare That in… — 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
