Horror Author
i look in the Mirror
what do i see
i see something
that isn’t me
it is not
what i wish to be
i am not
happy with me
in my life
i have seen
many things
that haunt my dreams
feeling as if
i have nothing
knowing that
i have nothing
pursuing this Enigma
solving this Mystery
why don’t i
like me
asking questions
crying please
i’ll keep screaming
for all Eternity
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
A young mech tried to rob me
He had a trigger that released EMP
“You know, that’ll shut you off too.”
The kid looked at me then the trigger
Then back at me his trigger hand shaking
He didn’t know the pulse shot one way
It wouldn’t hurt him he didn’t read the manual
He ran out the door taking a bag of wires
His friends probably dared him
I logged the loss and finished reading my magazine
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
lasting memories in my life
trapped inside within my mind
no one sees or wants to look
at my life like they should
wanting love; wanting life
only having too much strife
asking for help and nothing else
only getting everything else
life is precious; life is grand
death is merciful; death is sad
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 