Horror Author
Resting on my shoulder
Purring in my ear
Coco watches what I do
My little supervisor
Callie sleeps on the couch
The crabby old cat
I drink my coffee
And write of trauma
Just to get it out
It’s cheap therapy
But soon I’ll need
To pay for the good stuff
I can’t cope on my own
But poetry, Coco, and Callie
They help me keep going
And sometimes a friend
Reminds me I’m important
I wish I had more friends
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
how i wish i could see
how you all look at me
through your eyes i could learn
and possibly
find my place in the crowd
and what i’m destined to be
but you won’t try to help
your obsessed with yourself
you care nothing for others
your locked in your cell
but i am the one
who is trapped here in hell
i struggle to be
the best i can be
but i seem to get nowhere
nowhere indeed
but it’s you who has nothing
it is not me
i’m searching for something
something to be
and you are stuck
with what everyone sees
i will find my place
even if it kills me
my time is up
i’ve had enough
i no longer think
that i could be what i see
but i won’t give up
i am not in a rut
i am going to be
the greatest thing i can be
and you will be nothing
nothing you see
i am the one
that is destined to be
i hide all the pain
which causes my affliction
i feel i’ve begun
my own extinction
now i try to balance
my emotion with reason
but i can’t find away
to escape from my prison
i’m trapped in my head
with my own worst enemy
i’m lost in my head
for all eternity
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
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.
James Pack 