Horror Author
Sitting in a coffee shop
Writing on a notepad
Sipping glorious bean water
Feeling destroyed but also numb
I don’t want to be here anymore
And there’s nowhere to go
All exits lead to other
Places I don’t want to be
I sip the bean water
I write the words
Life continues around me
Without me
My contribution to the
Human condition goes ignored
Will they remember it
When I’m dead
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
i am jaded
these are things you cannot see
my life should be traded
traded for nothing at least
i crawl through the desert
searching for something in me
no one will help me
help me or make me achieve
i am naked
in this illusional stream
wash away the pain
pain that infests within me
my life feels empty
because of the torture i’ve seen
my heart is bitter
as bitter as an untamable beast
all that i wanted
has been nothing more than a dream
and all that is given
is nothing but torment for me
i am the maiden
searching for true love’s company
into the fire
the fire of Hell where i’ll sleep
dreaming of whispers
that cannot penetrate the deep
with my sorrow
sorrow that never lifts from me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
no friends in here
no friends around
all one can hear
is a stranger’s sound
new faces to meet
old faces are gone
new people to greet
old friends are lost
living in memory
and nothing else
friendship won’t last
if you don’t befriend yourself
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 