Poetry Monday: Someone Has it Worse Than You

I enjoy when my friends
Tell me they’re stressed
About their job
Or school or family

I understand
And tell them
It’ll be okay
Things will get better

They argue
How could I know
It will get better
How could I know
What they’re going through

I tell them
I deal with more stress
In one night at work
Than they do
All month
They don’t believe me 
So, I tell them

I’ve been
Puked on, pissed on
Punched in the face
Countless times
Had a homeless man
Pull a knife on me
And someone actively
Tried to run me over
With their car

Your life isn’t stressful

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Finding Faith

with all my might
i try to fight
all the demons in my life
looking for the light
that will lead me to paradise
finding neither dark nor bright
cannot find my Faith tonight
i look to the right
to see a sight
that my eyes can’t believe tonight
a young woman with eyes of green
came over and sat beside me
“hello”, she said, “my name is Faith!”
this made my heart race
many years ensued
and we both grew old too
this woman who i made my wife
helped me to find paradise
now i know why they say
the lord works in mysterious ways

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