Throwback Thursday Poetry: No Love for the Wicked

what is the answer
what is the reason
searching for something
searching all seasons
i think i find it
but my mind’s beaten
my worst fear comes true
my heart’s been eaten

all companions found
interest is lost
the journey i make
i must pay the cost
nothing desired
i’m pelted with rocks
trapped within my head
i can’t break the locks

the problem is me
i make wrong choices
a self-centered fool
quoth all the voices
i can’t overcome
too many noises
here in the darkness
beaten this boy is

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

Tuesday Poetry: Existence is Futile

I never had trouble
Making friends
I can talk to
Almost anyone
Putting forth the
Time and effort
To connect with them
That part’s hard – 
Maybe it’s not about
Effort or motivation
Maybe connecting takes time
And no one wants to
Put that time towards me – 
The few close friends
I’ve had
They let me down
Or disappear
I have no support system
Strangers have kinder
Words to say
Than people I’ve known
For years – 
I just want to
Feel important
To someone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Poetry Monday: Empty Desires

She knows how I stare
But says nothing
She will never
Look at me that way
I’m not her desire
But she is mine

Why does she put
Up with me
I may never know
Does she only enjoy
The attention
Am I being used

I see how she walks
And moves and bends
I dream of exploring
Her body with mine
Craving her touch
Making her excited

Hearing her heavy breaths
Her lips against mine
Sucking her tongue
Her legs around my waist
Do I crave her or
The touch of anyone

And there is the
Confusion with a crush
Do you want them
Or anyone
Are you just tired
Of feeling alone

What is this desire
For another
Person’s embrace
Why does its absence
Leave you feeling

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.