J.T. Decker : Writing

Tweaked

Tweaked

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Meth is fun.
Driftin'

Driftin'

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far,but, as tempting as it may be, I can never look back at the miles I've traveled.No matter.I'll never forget ..
Myocardial infarction

Myocardial infarction

A Poem by J.T. Decker


I just know that, one day, my heart will attack me. I'll accept its blows without a struggle, and without retaliation. For I am certain that the assau..
"I've..."

"I've..."

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Lost without a trace.Oh, it's a mere memory that can't be seen;Slithering shadow in the dark,Tethered not to this shell of a being.Make no mistake:You..
What's the meaning of life?

What's the meaning of life?

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Life is a meaninglessadventure.The journey isnothing more than afutileattempt to createsome kind ofmeaning.That's allwehave.And I'll bedamnedif someon..
Pass Me By

Pass Me By

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Peeping Tom
No Room For Subtlety

No Room For Subtlety

A Poem by J.T. Decker


Wrong Again

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