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josh wilbanks Apr 2016
Intricate thoughts matter more than repeating instructions taught by instructors.
Teach to think, not to memorize.
josh wilbanks Apr 2016
Time affects existance, therefor ideas do not exist. Gravity is more delicate than ideas. Give me your money and i will give you bread. Give me your time and i will give you ideas. Evolution began with a daydream.
"Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof" - v
josh wilbanks Apr 2016
Hey there ******* get the **** up out the chair because i know that you're not perfect but i don't really ****** care. Today you gon be perfect - quit cha *******, get to smurkin. Get to lurkin ******* you're about to do some hurtin. The meanest ******* looks him right into his eyes when he takes him of his soul and then destroys him of his pride, cause the meanest ******* aint a ***** - he won't go hide, he won't go cry, he'll stick it through, yeah, he'll fight until he's blue. Because the meanest ******* got the ***** of ******* steel he doesn't talk he uses fists and thats what shows that he's for real.
Little rap i wrote.
josh wilbanks Apr 2016
My garden was once beautiful, filled with the most loveliest of colours. Red for the roses, of witch i particularly loved. Yet as the years go by, my rose bush has wilted; the reminance of nothing but thorns has given me inclination to replant some where else - in a better field, with stronger soil. Yet still i sit, holding on to this old friend, pretending what i loved still exists deep within. Dew drops on my leafy cheeks fall like drizzle rain on a sad sunday afternoon. If only i could learn to let go.
She.
josh wilbanks Mar 2016
It's not that you don't love me,
I know that you do;
It's that you didn't love me
Back when i loved you.
josh wilbanks Mar 2016
My life is just like my poetry.

A dissapointment.
josh wilbanks Mar 2016
My love, my love.
You are a house made of cards.
Our love is built upon nostalgia.
I am starting to forget.
The love is fading,
The passion long gone.
It is time we acknowledge the wind has blown.
Im leaving her soon.
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