Throwback Thursday Poetry: My Time to Fight

living in the world
growing up with all the lies
crashing through reality
i’m lost inside my mind
nothing’s getting better
yes it makes me want to cry
believing the insanity
with no one asking why

asking myself questions
that i never realized
forcing you to think things through
pressing this all the time
think of yourself and nothing else
be honest true and kind
stay away from me today
this is my time to fight

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

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Coffee Creativity & Hashtag Religious Cult Leader Problems

Coffee Creativity

Most of my creativity
Has happened in coffee shops
I can never work at home
I never feel comfortable
Sometimes silence is nice
But the ambience
Of a coffee shop
I can’t explain how I
Block out the noise
But can’t block out
Noises in other places
I think it’s the coffee
Something about the beverage
It calms me and helps me create

Hashtag Religious Cult Leader Problems

Why is it so hard
To find virgins over
The age of thirteen
If I wanted to
Make a blood sacrifice
To my evil demon gods
I’d have to kill a child
And that goes against
All my values – 
I’m fine with killing
An adult because
Adults are stupid
Children haven’t learned
To be stupid yet – 
I might be overthinking this

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: People Are Irritating

Busy day
Walking around the borough
Exhausted – 
A quiet bus ride home
Ten minutes of silence
Perfection – 

“I seen some geese the other day.
They was flockin’ up.”

“Yep. I seen ‘em.”

Were these two guys
Talking before I got on – 
I thought one was a woman

“At first I thought
They was ravens talkin’
But they was geese talkin.’”


“They gettin’ fat.”


I just want the quiet back – 
One man gets off
The other says

“Are you ridin’ my back
Or am I ridin’ yours?
We’re friends now.”

The man getting off
Says nothing – 
Please don’t talk to me
Please don’t talk to me

We ride in silence
Until the other man
Gets off and thanks the driver

I miss having my own vehicle

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.