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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
It has been a long road from childhood to man.
I have stumbled. I have fell. But you've always lent your hand.
You have kept me afloat when I felt like I was sinking.
And from childhood to man I have done alot of thinking.
I know I should have listened to the things you use to say.
If I had I can't help but wonder, where would I be today.
But Mom I want you to know that all has not been lost.
For the things you use to say to me...I have not forgot.
And I want to say I am sorry for the times that I've screwed up.
I could tell you that a hundred times and it would never seem enough.
I guess I will have to show you that I can walk the walk.
And I know that is a whole lot harder than to simply talk the talk.
But in the end I want you to know I have learned so many things.
And when I look at you I know it's true that not all Angels have wings.
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
This thing called life is really quite strange when you think about it. The way we grow
older as the seasons change. The way things once loved don't seem to feel the same. Those
days when we need pain simply as a reminder that yes, we are still alive. The way tears of
pain and tears of joy fall from the same two eyes. The nights we feel strong like we could
take on anything, are the same nights we tend to be blown about untill we snap like a string.
This thing called life. Everyday is a sarcastic joke. For everyday we are only one breath
closer to death...to evaporating like smoke.
Why the very minute are we born do we begin to die?
Why? This thing called life.
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
Hope dies last
I've been living this life
That seems to have no meaning
Sometimes I wonder
If I should keep breathing
The things I seem to experience
Holds only hate and pain
People around me causing it
I'm silently going insane
Beauty is only skin-deep
Which is what some people seem to miss
Sometimes Hell looks like a better place
Than living in chaos like this
I'm walking around aimlessly
Trying to escape my past
I'm finally giving up but please remember
My hope died last
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
It's not having loved and lost that hurts inside.
It's having lost the love I held with pride.
It's having lost my friend, my lover, my life.
It's having lost my future, our children, my life.
I cry from my eyes, my soul, and my heart.
I cry for lost time, God where do I start?
I am alone without you. These thoughts are all new.
One thing I never planned on was living my life minus you.
My dreams and my hopes..they died inside you.
I would give up this all for one second beside you.
Yet I know you are here..you are with me somehow.
Our love never died because I can feel it right now.
I will see you sometime...the day that I die.
And when I get to Heaven you can teach me to fly.
You can show me the stars, the moon, and the world...
Untill that day I will forever miss you my girl.
.......dedicated to the late Brandi Bowersock...... (I miss you honey!)
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Don't care anymore
people may think i do it for attention
but its rare that i break
but all this stress;
i dont know how much more i can take
dont look at me and see weakness
trust me,i know im not that strong
i put up an image
but you were the fool who believed it all along
im left with the broken pieces
of my bloody and shattered heart
these are the same pieces
that have been ripping me apart
im sorry im not perfect
and no i'll never be
but im not trying to impress you
i dont mind being me
so when i break down
its not for your pity
thats just a reminder to myself
of how life became so shi
theshat has scarred me
so
facking deep
and still a year later
all these secrets i must keep
from everyone around me
god knows what they would think
something kept me together
you're the missing link
i cant go back
to that moment in time
when you werent a part of me
when you werent on my mind
im sorry for being a failure
i guess i just give up
and even though im hurting
i make it seem like i dont give a fack
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
I hope you surf the waves in from the ocean,
Big and small.
I hope you watch the sunset,
From a mountain straight and tall.
I hope you can sing a song to all the people,
Loud and clear.
I hope you will try new things,
Never giving into fears.
I hope you fall in love,
With one who makes your world go around.
I hope that if you fall out,
Your feet will stay on the ground.
I hope that you can understand,
That true love waits for you.
That you may have to wait a while,
But when it comes it will be true.
I hope you find a rainbow,
And realize it was worth the rain.
I hope through your journey,
You will learn to balance smile with pain.
I hope that you realize,
Life isn't always on your side.
I hope you know when hope is lost,
In me you can confined.
I hope that your glowing smile,
Brings someone out of gloom.
I hope you taste your life,
With more than just a spoon.
I hope that when you are lost,
You are also one to find.
And I hope that your hand,
Never goes too far from mine.
I hope watch the stars shoot by,
Upon a grassy hill.
I hope you know that I love you,
Always have and always will.
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
It is not having loved and lost that hurts inside.
It is having lost the love I held with pride.
The only love I ever knew.
The only truth I thought I knew.
My light is gone. The tunnel is dark.
Where once was ablaze is barely a spark.
I hear you talk....you still have a voice.
You are inside my head before every choice.
You are still my life, my reason, my hope.
There is more to this life God please help me cope.
You are the sweet breeze blowing.
You are the warm water flowing.
It is just so hard baby....the not really knowing......
dedicated to the late Brandi Bowersock.....RIP you are missed..
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Johnny Murphy Jr. Poem
I said I was my own man, but I was really just a kid. Living my life not really caring
what I did. I said I had my own plans, but I didn't have a clue of what life was about or
what you were really supposed to do. So here I stand feeling older than I really 'am.
Twenty-one years and I am still learning to be a man. Twenty one years and I think I
finally have a plan...I think that I can...be who I want to be....
I never thought I would ever be in hand-cuffs. I never thought i would be addicted to
drugs. I never thought I would ever find true love. Never thought I would ever learn who I
was. Now I am sitting here inside this prison cell. My life slowly turning to a living
Hell. I wish that I could go back and change some things..I know I can't and so I sing.
What if I would have listened to my Mother instead of being so indifferent to another
life? Thought I was right and everyone else was wrong...Now I am weak while everyone else
is strong. I acted brave but maby I was a little scared. Being alone has always been my
worst fear. I thought of life as a party before you died. And here is a toast to all of
those lonesome nights. I know the truth of it all. I was wrong.
I am older now and I have learned alot of things. Most of all the joy that simply living
brings. In life we ask for so much..when waking up in the morning should be more than
enough. Fill your cup 'till it runneth over. Live your life 'cause there will never be
another. I know now the meaning of love. I know who is going to be there when push comes
to shove. I know the love and the meaning of family. The ones who stuck by me when even I
couldn't stand me. Through this long and rut filled road. I have learned to bend and just
let the wind blow. And my advice to all who will listen..Thank God for every day that you
are given. Do it right because you can't change the past. Every single day is just another
chance. Respect every little thing that you have. And believe me...the years do go by
fast. Yeah they go by fast...I guess time is to blame.
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