Horror Author
is it true
will it happen to you
do it too much
but it’s so fun to touch
close my eyes
and imagine the sighs
thoughts are so mean
another mess to clean
glasses worn
since the day i was born
i never saw
what masturbation caused
eyes went bad
too much fun to be sad
now i am blind
but i don’t really mind
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
the shady, pale eyes of Death are upon you
it is too late there is nothing you can do
the prickly feeling on the back of your neck
He comes for you first then goes after the rest
no one will ever escape His icy hand
after you are taken, your life will be judged
if you’re in good graces you’ll move up above
but for most of you it’s the Pit you shall go
the Seven Deadly Sins you’ve all committed
your death only means over-time for Hades
Gluttony, Pride, Envy, Rage, Sloth, Greed, and Lust
these are all the things you base your life off of
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
ah, to write something is hard they say
but they don’t do it every day
one can get better the more they write
it takes practice like flying a kite
soon they’ll be inspired by all things
in turn they’ll inspire through writing
some people can’t find the words to say
the thoughts in their mind begin to fade
writing it down, to them it feels right
struggle with words? they don’t even fight
words are friends when i am pondering
they help when my mind is wandering
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 