Horror Author
I always think
I’m imposing
On other’s lives
I often have
Nothing and no on
Their attention
Means everything
They have many
To chat with
To share experiences
I get lost
In the abundance
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
I grow a beard
Because I like how
It makes my face look
I keep it trimmed
And short
And use scented beard oil
To moisturize the skin
And condition the hair
I do it so
I like my face
And like myself
If you don’t
Like my face
Stop looking at me
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage. This poem is shared in observance of World Beard Day.
the Welcome Wagon passed again
to greet those awful merry men
lost in shame with no time to mend
my only wish; to have a friend
the dreams of the youth in my head
forgotten dreams to lose again
in a life with no hope for men
my only wish; to find a gem
the unfortunate one goes on
expecting nothing from beyond
lost in tragedy far too long
my only wish; i feel too fond
listening to the spring bird’s song
impales the soul and makes it calm
nothing afterwards seems so wrong
my only wish; another song
floating through all the nothingness
facing all those who are faceless
to live my life without anguish
that is truly my only wish
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 