Josh Morgan
Bio
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
Stories (29/0)
Déjà Vu
Déjà Vu, I know I've been here before, a familiar scene There's a man by the river and I've seen him before, I can hear his silent scream Demons are all over his phone- temptation is calling He's falling- down the rabbit hole and into the darkness He's falling- in love with the devil and all of her red flags The bad habits are coming back out the bag Caught in a whole lot of trouble, He's lost in the rubble- Of what used to be a good man, but he won't tell them- with what sins he struggles Something he knows he doesn't want but still so appalling Focused on the wrong things- it all comes out in the songs that he sings Stuck on repeat- caught in a loop, that makes life feel like a trip There's no falling from his lowest point, so this must be it Back again at the breaking point, if he goes any further he's not coming back Staring into a star-less sky- all he can see is black Trapped in his head under constant attack If he falls apart one more time the pieces aren't going back together again The last time his heart came apart he promised himself it wouldn't happen again He can't remember- the last time the clouds were apart, but he's used to the rain Stuck in the storm, blown around in the wind like a feather- With no way of escape, everyday feels the same Never better nor worse- Life is a witch, and he's stuck under her curse, she's playing a game Can't get in contact with sleep but her cousin is calling his name The loneliest nights last into the day, his daydreams and nightmares are one in the same Over and over again, all the days are the same Déjà Vu is a curse, but he's grown numb to the pain In the face of fear fighting for faith, but brute force can only take him so far Running as fast as he can but he's caught in a circle- How has he fallen so far? Back in the same place as before, and as close to the edge as can be Standing there looking over, I wonder what's stopping him What's bringing him back to this place so repeatedly? Standing there, staring into the river... He wants to be carried away Hopes and dreams have long washed away, but he carries on anyway Walking away I hope he's okay... But when I look in the mirror, who looks back at me with the emptiest stare- Is the same man I saw by the river- That's where I've seen him before This is the loop, the the inescapable curse we know as Déjà Vu
By Josh Morgan4 months ago in Poets
A Story To Tell Pt.3: Believe Me/Me Too
Believe me, when I say me too I know what you're going through, me too Troubles both mental and physical, won't heal if the only solution is blowin' medicinal Believe me when I say, there ain't no runnin' away Poppin' the bottle and hittin' the throttle, don't even know where you're speedin' to Let me tell you, emotions have speed too, and I've tried outrunnin' them too I want you to listen when I'm sayin' I see you, and me in you Whatever you say my answer is always me too Our stories are different but our pain is more or less the same Stuck in the same pourin' rain, flooding the same storm drain Tryin' your hardest to keep your head above the water but the rain ain't helpin' your heart I can see an artist behind a pair of watery eyes That can paint the colors of pain in a way that's meltin' hearts One way or another, a story lies beneath what's seen through the eyes Hidden in the print so fine that lies written in line after line To vent is one thing but to process is another, it starts with ourself I don't think I need to remind you, that words are powerful, especially the ones you say to yourself Some of my best conversations were with myself, but this isn't something I can beat by myself Because if I could stop this nonsense stuck on my conscience I promise I would've, believe me, this enemy is one that has defeated the strongest But together, with courageous steps we take alongside one another Addiction, heartbreak and pain can all be defeated But believe me, when I say only together
By Josh Morgan9 months ago in Poets
A Story To Tell Pt.2: A Step Forward
A setting in which I'm letting people in, to the part of my life that for so long I've been protecting Quite unsettling, but nothing in comparison to the secret I've been wrestling Scary, to see my enemy staring me right in my eyes- he's testing me A step that's necessary on the only path that can lead me to victory Victory over the unfairness in a fight in which my enemy knows all of my history And will use it against me, but with my new found awareness in his ability My enemy, no more will he be resting in his confidence to continue besting me My enemy- "he prowls around like a roaring lion," with a strategy- Simply seeking to turn my life into a tragedy But now with someone helping me, I'm no longer lost in the dark I can see now, that there's a way out No more am I throwing darts full of doubt What I'm writing about, here and now is a step forward A step towards, the future I need to pursue Instead of chasing pleasure in an infinite loop of Déjà Vu In warfare that's spiritual, my opponent is not of this world In a war that's unfair its important to- Find someone, to whom I can stay true Someone who's been through the same and together, To bear burdens with one another, and survive any weather The first step is always the hardest, but on the farthest of journeys- There's no question on whether or not it'll be necessary But one that's currently holding so many back, from something that's so much better Just a few steps in and with a story to tell I'm not looking back Believe me when I say, that my story is one to tell, and written so well within this victory letter
By Josh Morgan10 months ago in Poets
Explicit Poetry III
Listen to what's written within this explicit poetry I don't know if or when what I write will fit in with what I guess is supposed to be society Perhaps a movie will help them see Tell me, is a silent theater a good or bad thing? The words in my writing, used to describe scenes of fighting Like settings seen only in R-Rated scenes There's red in the movie screen's lighting Difficult to see such difficulties without it watered down and sugary Because popularity rises with the fall of maturity So writing stories deep within the lines of poetry, is my means of writing a reality Where scenes of morality are no longer framed on the wall Because having character is a commonality retained by all Something felt in presence alone, unlike what I see currently But what I'm writing currently, making the most of life's most valuable currency Witness first hand, the power of words, written within this explicit poetry A potential given to me, graciously, my hope that what's written here will reach the eyes, minds and ears, of who needs to hear this, explicit poetry
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
A Story To Tell Pt.1: With The Flip of A Coin
I know I'm doing too much, because I feel I have too much to prove Such actions come from such feelings that say my value is tied to what I can do I know that's not true, but knowledge and belief are two different things Two sides of the same coin, like insecurity and pride My pride I prove and every insecurity I hide Because what I approve on one side I reject on the other With the flip of a coin I'll decide On whether or not I'll lie here on my side Behind these walls I erect, that let me neglect what's on the other The bad weather, the side of myself I don't like to show, and the side of my life I feel I need to keep covered But I know I can't heal as I need, if I won't take off the disguise The ugliness behind the prettiest lies I told straight to your eyes Say that I'm fine and hope that you pay me no mind A man of few words but there's more on my mind I'm losing this fight, there's a war in my mind Indecisive, with the flip of a coin I'll choose Two moods, heads, tails, what I will tell? Tell me, what do I have to lose? What am I trying to prove and who am I hoping will see? Who am I trying to prove it to when I'm the one who doesn't believe?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
