Throwback Thursday Poetry: What’s Inside of Me

hello there can you help me
i am searching for something
what am i searching for
i haven’t the slightest you see
but there is something that i seek
it is something that expresses me
something that reflects me
it’s an extension of me
that part of your mind you never meet
you know it’s there but cannot see
that thing you want to release
but you’re afraid of what it could be
is it useful or nothing
you all must think, “What’s inside of me?”

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

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: To Say It or Not To & Tactile

To Say It or Not To

There are
So many things
To say
And so many
Fears that follow.
Sometimes,
I think
Nothing
Should be
Said – 
Sometimes,
I think one letter
Would do it.
I can’t predict
How you’ll
React – 
I don’t know
What your thoughts
Will be.
All I can do is
Wait and hope;
Hope that this
Doesn’t push you
Out of my life.
I need you
In my life
In some way;
Some small way.
It doesn’t feel
Like you need me – 
If I tell you
I love you,
Will you tell me
What you need?

Tactile

The bartender watches the young couple leave.
“It’s a nice feeling; holding someone’s hand.” She says.
“I wouldn’t know.” I say.
“You’ve never held someone’s hand?” She says.
“No one wants to be that close to me.” I say.
I leave before she can say anything else.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: An Angry Child

The earliest memory I have
Is not a happy one
I was four
Somewhere in Ohio
My sisters were 
Eight and ten
We three sat watching
Our parents arguing and fighting
It got violent

I started anger management counseling
When I was six because
A kid tried to help me put away a puzzle
I told him no, but he kept helping
I picked up a chair and hit him
I had to learn
At an early age
Not to let my temper control me
Now it takes a lot to make me angry

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.