{"author":"Justin Wetch","author_id":"Justin+Wetch","total_quotes":20,"quotes":[{"text":"Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["dark","dark-poetry","existentialism","poetry"],"id":37773,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"We talk so much yet we have nothing to say.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["life","nothing","say","talking"],"id":37801,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["beauty","butterflies","dark","dark-poetry","existentialism"],"id":52777,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["hangover","highs","love","love-poetry","lust","poetry","romance"],"id":163521,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["cruel-irony","dark-poetry","feelings","irony","poetry","thoughts"],"id":177968,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"Pressure knocks at my doorA clock ticks and demands its dueThe lava burns from the floorBut not in a game like it used to.So little time to figure it all outSo many distractions to prevent successI’m in a dark forest with no path or routeBut this internal fire knows no rest.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["dark","dark-poetry","distractions","fire","forest","poetry","time"],"id":222099,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"As joy dwindles with the yearsI wistfully recallWhen the christmas treeLooked ten feet tallAnd the presents under itSeemed endless And more Than mere wrapping paper.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["christmas","existentialism","jaded","life","nihilism","poetry"],"id":235667,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"Real life is just another stage.Just another stage where I have to look and actLike I have everything put together;everything neat, perfect, and in order,when in reality I’m slowly dying,Slowly decaying, screaming and clawing,at this little box I’ve been put into, Trying desperately to escape.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["dark-poetry","existence","justin-wetch","life","struggle"],"id":244936,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"Fate is the cruelest of masters, takingLife when it pleases or at random, handingRigged decks to whom it pleases, cheatingAll alike and none the wiser, takingEverything away from those with nothing.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["death","deep","existence","existentialism","life","poetry"],"id":246260,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"},{"text":"You are my drug of choiceI know you’re no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["love","love-poetry","lust","poetic","poetry","romance"],"id":278092,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}