Poetry Monday: Accept the Love; Any Love

Confusion and lack of focus
Negative thoughts swirling around
One bad assumption leads
To one bad memory or 
Many, and leads to more
Bad assumptions – lying

This is Satan, Lucifer, The Devil
Thoughts run amuck to
Make you hate yourself, to
Make you hurt yourself, to
Make you kill yourself, to – 
The demons are inside you

When your mind wants you
To push away people who
Love you; ones you love,
The one you love – 
It’s not the love you wanted
But it’s the love you need

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Twofer Tuesday Poetry: Loss, Love, Life & Survival Doesn't Help You Grow

Loss, Love, Life

He wanted
Her
To see
The love he had
But
Her love
Was not
The same – 
She loved him
Yes, but
Not 
The same – 
No one ever
Loves you
The same
As you do
Them – 
But they love
And that’s
Something – 
Or maybe it’s
Nothing – 
Maybe love
Is the only thing
Any of us
Truly own – 
He doesn’t want
To own
Love
Anymore – 
But it
Never goes
Away – 
Love is there – 
Wanted or not – 
We all must
Learn to
Live with love
And without it – 
Whether you
Love yourself
Or don’t
You must live

Survival Doesn’t Help You Grow

When you hit rock bottom
You can only go up
When you’ve hit your
Lowest low
The first step feels too high

You don’t know how you are
Until someone tells you
You don’t notice the anger inside
Until it drives everyone away
You don’t notice what you avoid

How do you unlearn everything
That helped you survive
How do you learn to live
When all you know is survival
Survival is no longer enough

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: My So-Called Love

i’m not the one to blame
when you have gone insane
you seem to want to tame
the life i live with pain
it’s freedom that i crave
but you don’t feel the same

oh no
you see
i’m begging on my knees
today
i plead
why won’t you let me

i guess i have no choice
it’s me that you annoy
it seems i’ve lost my voice
i hear you rejoice
it brings you joy to see
all this tragedy

i can’t
believe
you’d do all this to me
the heart
in me
it blinds me to your deeds

this pain
i feel
i will never reveal
to them
to me
i will never be free

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