Throwback Thursday Poetry: Last Wishes

look inside this life of mine
to find the reasons why i died
some would say the way i lived
brought about my unholy end
but i think the path i chose
was the best one, that’s what i know
so to you who hated me
i’m gone for all eternity
anyone who cared that day
when i died and i went away
though few of you there may’ve been
i hope you remember again
this sad life i fought to keep
and i lost so miserably

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

Spooky Poetry: Diary of Djinn

take a look in the mirror
and tell me what you see
does the image satisfy
you must reveal to me
how you truly feel inside
when the reflection gleams
is this your one desire
with me we’ll make your dreams

I come from another place
a place where magic’s real
with the snap of my finger
I can do as you will
be careful what you wish for
I’ll rearrange the deal
you’ll get what you want and then
the dream will soon be killed

I’m a trickster by nature
a rather good one too
I’ll hear your wish word for word
but it still won’t come true
with the thought of happiness
I think I’d rather spew
if you give my lamp a rub
Death’ll be waiting for you

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

Tuesday Poetry: The Final Dam Breaks Destroying Everything

Tears are coming
Can’t show them here
Hide in the bathroom
Recite the mantra
Tears come anyway
Epiphany
Self-image shattered
What am I
Broken, damaged
Never felt codependent before
Never understood it before
The questions answered
Reasons why found
People never wanted my help
Or took advantage
Their silence was my sadness
Their silence wasn’t about me
I knew there was a lesson to learn
Before things would go right
I didn’t know it was this
Questioning
What’s real, what’s in my head
All of it and none of it
What do I need
Love
Who do I need it from
Myself
I once told you
If they’re important to you
They’re important to me
I’m important to you
It’s time for me
To be important to me
My love for you isn’t real
If I don’t love myself

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.