Gustan Joseph : Writing

Untitled 13.5

Untitled 13.5

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


I never wanted to be-I wanted to be one of the cool kids.But I'm just a jagged line, a porcupine with no accomplishments.I'm not the kinda guy you'd w..
Untitled #13

Untitled #13

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


I stay up late every night ‘Cause my heart and my brains, they like to fight.The noise it all makes hurts, and keeps me all awake.I hold my brea..
Untitled #10

Untitled #10

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


I locked myself out of the room again,Echoes for help full the stairwell. And as the day light turns quickly to night I watch this town become a jail ..
Lets Not Talk About (High School) Anymore

Lets Not Talk About (High School) Anymore

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


Eating cold soup with a plastic fork.Still can't admit that I know I'm such a dork.Cafeteria food tastes all the same.I own a locker I never use.Prett..
There's No Place

There's No Place

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


All I want is to not be here. Just close my eyes, tap my heels and disappear. All I want is to just pretend none of my friends are cowards..
(King) of Nothing

(King) of Nothing

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


I used the think I knew what I wanted.I used to think I could trust my friends. I used to worry about doing the right thing,just to make everyone else..
How to Play (The Teenage Game)

How to Play (The Teenage Game)

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


They want to watch you and everything that you do.Eyes pressed against your window, stock to the glass like glue.The lack of consideration will push y..
And I Won't Keep in Touch

And I Won't Keep in Touch

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


Tell me something I don’t already know. Well I guess then it’s time for me to go. The pass is glued behind me, with stacks of l..
The Lycanthrope Moon

The Lycanthrope Moon

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


I’m trying to move forward but I can’t see without you. The night is a blindfold, Without the influence you hold. It’s ..
Sexual Frustration

Sexual Frustration

A Poem by Gustan Joseph


No one seems to care about the conditions of the covers in which I lay.When there’s nothing left to talk about I won’t talkBecause it&rsqu..

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