Flashback Friday Poetry: Birth of Insanity

i’ve come to a point in my life where my dreams lie in shame
they speak to me in riddles, perhaps to hide the pain
the haunting nightmares every night make me feel deranged
i joke & play & pretend it away but everything’s the same

the evil thoughts in my mind i can’t seem to reverse
everything looks as though its headed for the worst
i’ve tried many remedies including going to church
i feel as though i’m turning into the Imp of the Perverse

i’ve made my mind up, there’s nothing you can change
no way you can stop me, not even locking my in a cage
persuade me all you want to, my mind you cannot sway
i’m the sick one here, don’t fear, do you want to come & play

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

Flashback Friday Poetry: A Lost Concept of Time

days speed by with the quickness of time
many weeks pass but it’s just now tomorrow
it’s been so long since i’ve seen or heard from you
a few hours at the most; at the least just a few
time creeps by with the patience of death
but my patience is dwindling faster than the rest
left behind again it seems
or do i not see what is right in front of me
i search for a sign that i cannot see
i’ve lost all concept of time; i’m stuck here with me

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