Duckonahockeypuck• Show poetry

My name is Justin.
I'm eighteen years old.
I am attending Winthrop University.
My sense of humor is rather weird.
I joke about almost everything.
Sometimes my jokes can seem mean, so don't take it personal.
Sarcasm is something I use often.
I'm a geek for comics and video games.
I like to live life with no worries. (:
I find it hard to trust people, but there are a few that I do.
I like it when I can be myself around people and not feel awkward.
I hate labels, I am me.

--------Favorite Music--------

Senses Fail
A Day to Remember
The Devil Wears Prada
Sky Eats Airplane
Born of Osiris
August Burns Red
Gwen Stacy
As Blood Runs Black
Between the Buried and Me
Whitechapel
The Scene Aesthetic
Mayday Parade
Pierce the Veil
Alesana
Bring Me the Horizon
As I Lay Dying
Before Their Eyes
Breathe Carolina
Chiodos
Bullet For My Valentine
Dream Theater
Trivium
Escape the Fate
Asteria
Eyes Set to Kill
Metallica
Nevershoutnever
Our Last Night
Saosin
Secondhand Serenade
Killswitch Engage
Drop Dead, Gorgeous
Four Letter Lie
Suicide Silence
Inhale Exhale
Corpus Christi
Haste the Day
Oh, Sleeper
The Human Abstract
iwrestledabearonce
Norma Jean
Secret and Whisper
Veil of Maya
Abigail Williams
Vanna
Rose Funeral
Knights of the Abyss
killwhitneydead

--------Favorite Games--------

Mass Effect
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
Fallout 3
Bioshock
Halo 3
Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare
Final Fantasy (series)
Resident Evil (series)
Dead or Alive 4
Gears of War 1 & 2
Street Fighter II
Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3

--------Favorite People on AP--------

itchigo (fiance')
Disco Lemonade (KELLY!)
SharonButtrey
can-i-make-a-comment
Imposing Snail
Jaymie627
PirateOfTheEast
Doom Fridge
Super-GOREgous
ANON!

--------Favorite Novels--------
Alas, Babylon
World War Z
I Am Legend
The Postman
The Catcher in the Rye
As I Lay Dying
The Host
Rosemary's Baby
Lisey's Story

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If I fall or trip back into love
I’m gonna bring a ladder and gloves
So I can climb right back out
If there is ever even a shred of doubt
I’m gonna bring a flashlight too and
Leave a trail and stick to the plan
You can get real lost down there if you’re not sure
Of the foreign territory
There are times when the path gets blurry
And the wrong turn feels right

But who would want me anyway?
I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache
I have nothing left to give
I don’t think I ever did

There are times when I wish that someone
Would help me find the person I was or give me
A detailed map of the streets
Spelling out the traffic pattern in beeps
I am finding safety in lines
They are painted so they can guide
Empty tanks and broken wheels take me home
Right now I find myself dangling
On the edge trying not to fall in
Back to where I came from

But who would want me anyway?
I’m a lush with broken parts of paper mache
I have nothing left to give
I don’t think I ever did

Because I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me
I should have had a plan cause now these ropes won’t come free
I do not have faith
If I did then I would feel safe
I would wait here for fate but it’s conveniently late
The bottom is a place that I know too well

So who would want me anyway?
I’m a lush with broken parts and I’ll never change.
And I have nothing left to give
I don’t think I ever did
I wish that I could find the person that I was,
I always thought that I’d be happy if I was loved,
But I have nothing left to give.
I don’t think I ever did.
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