Tuesday Poetry: I Am the Laughing Man

This laugh it did consume my thoughts
The sound echoed everywhere
But I never could find the source
Something told me the laugh was real
I feared I would never find proof

I woke one night sweating – panting – 
A night terror I often had
I sensed someone was in my room
The lights revealed only silence
Was this laughter all in my head?

Months passed and I ignored the sound
I had almost forgotten it
When I first saw the laughing man
A grin as wide as an ocean
His was always the laugh I heard

He followed me everywhere
I thought no one else heard his noise
But he was there and he was real
I confronted him one dark night
He bit a chunk out of my neck

Then I became your laughing man

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Caturday Poetry: Under the Cat's Eye Moon

The heart within my heart (Trapped within my
thoughts) Beats for you (Fantasies unfulfilled)
Even if yours does not (Obstacles
plentiful) Under the cat’s eye moon (As
many as stars above) I dream of
what was not (Nightmares relived daily) A
reverie of peace

(Healing takes time) Lighting up my eyes (Time
feels never ending) I can’t stop the 
smile you generate (The past directs
the present) A world without you
unimagined (And I’ve nowhere to run)
I destroy the thought before it comes (Stuck
in the circular dreamscape)

This beating heart of mine (Love is a 
fickle thing) Often falls for what can’t be
had (Fantasies unfulfilled)

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: A Child's Nightmare

“time for bed”
my mother said
“you have school in the morning”
she tucked me in
kissed me then
crept away silently
i laid there for a bit
and then the feeling hit
something was watching me
i sat up rather quick
turned the light on which lit
my room and i saw nothing
with a sense of relief
i try to go to sleep
but alas i still feel eerie
over to the closet i sneak
and i hear the door creak
then dive back in bed like a swimmer
oh it’s just the cat
“get out of here Matt”
it’s calm in my room once again
the closet door flies
and something skulks in
in fear i throw the covers over my head
i hear something breathing
i feel my heart racing
i hope i’m just dreaming again
the blankets get yanked off
in the air i am tossed
i land on the floor and crawl under the bed
something grazed my coat
my heart is in my throat
there’s something walking towards me
it’s feet have claws
which probably slice logs
it’s skin is slimy and black
i’m screaming in fear
but nobody hears
and the creature tries to grab me
another comes from the side
and another from behind
they drag me back to the closet from which they came
it’s dark in this place
can’t see my hand on my face
and several monsters are above me
their mouths are wet and slimy
“MOMMY!” i am crying
and like hungry lions they begin to feast

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