Horror Author
Are you watching closely?
I have a show for you
It’s full of amazement
And laughter and trauma
One show with all the things
This show is about pain
Are you watching closely?
Is the illusion real?
Is there a show on stage
If there’s no audience?
Where is everyone?
Don’t they see my exploits?
Are you watching closely?
I say to nothing
Did you have a great time?
Silence from the empty
Do you notice me here?
Are you watching closely?
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
darkness lurking just behind me
its steamy breath on the back of my neck
chaos’s fantasies stopping me
i have become a mindless wreck
my time has come
i cannot withdraw
without the thunder of guns
i must kill them all
my death would simply empower them
their strength is too great as it is
the only thing i can do now
is the opposite of what has been
they are with me in silence
they are with me in sound
they appear to me in darkness
like a hell bound hound
in my face
you see nothing
in my eyes
you see the suffering
there is one who can save me
from this tormentful dream
i wish someone would tell me
who that one could be
there is no time to waste now
no time to flee
the only one doing the saving
will have to be me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Rejection
I am not eating
I was not what she wanted
Life has drained from me
Love Haiku
You know you’re in love
When they have no love for you,
But you still love them
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 