The poetry of J.J. Campbell

an inner circle of one

my father told me he
married my mother
because he needed
someone to knock
the shit out of his

anytime i feel good
about myself i’m
reminded of that

how he wasn’t

and that’s the piece
of shit i came from

my friends think
anytime i talk about
suicide i’m never
doing it seriously

there’s two of them
that do understand the
pain these desperate
thoughts are coming

those two haven’t
spoke to me in years

an inner circle of one
isn’t meant for the
long haul

and one of these
nights i’ll find the

and see if anyone
understands what
mercy really means



in the darkness

when someone tells
me i look horrible

i know i’m doing

i have never lived
on the sunny side
of anything

they say flowers
can’t grow in the

i never liked those
kind of flowers

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is currently trapped in the suburbs of Ohio. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Pyrokinection, Midnight Lane Boutique, Synchronized Chaos, Duane’s PoeTree and Record Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (

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