Flashback Friday Poetry: Family Life

as time goes by
i start to see
why my life
was so empty

in the past
when it all began
my parent’s marriage
had been a sham
my mother cared more
for strangers she met
than she did for my father
when they went to bed

as years went by
my family grew apart
my sisters had left
and my mother was gone
my father had found
a new woman to be with
for a short time
she was also his mistress
for a few years
we moved around
it seemed she had played him for a fool
my father had found

we got passed the hell
that had the form of a woman
and after a while
my father was opposite of a Mormon

in all these experiences
i had no one to share
i was all alone
but even more so scared
scared of the fact
that i could die this way
tired and alone
for the rest of my days

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Lasting Impressions

lasting impressions of a happier time
when the innocence of a child plagued my mind

ignorance is bliss
that is the saying
the less i knew
the happier i played

not a care in the world
not a hint of shame
unfortunately for me
i thought ignorance was lame

knowledge overtook me
i began to use my brain
the only thing that stopped me
was the evil Hunger Pain

as i grew more aware
of my time and place
i started to see
everyone else’s true face

no one was trustworthy
no one was just
they all lived through a lie
they felt it a must

all one could count on
was choice and change
in my life of course
change was the thing

missing the sweet days of a happier year
but things will change more, that is my fear

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Anxious Creatures & Hiatus

Anxious Creatures

So many Twits
And Faces and Grams
With Snaps and Pins
Inside Tubes and Clouds
The world digitized – 
Despite the Links
We are disconnected
Alone
With a rectangle
Hidden in our pocket
And a fear
Of meeting a person
In person
Slaves in digital chains – 
We are social creatures
With social anxiety
So, we blog and post
And watch and like
Puttering in our homes
Day and night

Hiatus

I went four years without sex
I didn’t pursue it but didn’t reject it
Unless I was absolutely certain
That it was mutual consent
Either we were both sober
Or both drunk
Women liked being around me
Because I didn’t try to fuck them
Some of them wanted to fuck me
I was lonely but much happier

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.