Flashback Friday Poetry: False Beliefs

as my dreams now fade
in an empty home
the fun is unseen
sitting here alone

get up and out i scream
but i cannot go on
i sit here in dismay
i sit here for too long

in dark catacombs
i search for a path
in the bleak caverns
found nothing i have

a way out is what i crave
from my own confusion
the strange hours of twilight
increase my own delusion

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Realization

i wanna go home
but i hate home
i just wanna be
in my place of serenity

the sounds of the universe
flowin through my brain
life hurts to much to think about
so i listen to take away the pain

my mother could care less
if i was dead or in a dress
my father has his problems
and her turns to me to help solve them

i’m pissed off and nervous
i don’t have much peace of mind
i wake up every morning
searching for all the things i cannot find

someone stop me
from falling
i can’t go on
i feel my death won’t be long

i won’t quit
until i breathe my last
i’ll keep going
even if i crash

it’s time for everyone to kiss my ass

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

Tuesday Poetry: Smash

When did smash
Become the go-to
Word for sex?
These teenagers
Talk about all they
Want is to 
Smash – 
With the use of
A word
They found a 
Way to remove
The emotion
And humanity
From something
Shared between
Two human beings
I’m not saying
You have to
Be in love
To have sex
But understand
Emotions are involved
Whether you
Want them to be
Or not
It’s still a
Moment
Shared between
Two people
But so many
Have to be drunk
Or under the
Influence
Of something
Or they must
Sneak something
Into someone’s
Drink – 
Sex is not so
Important that
You have to
Trick others
Or trick yourself
To do it
But it’s important
Enough to be
Taken more
Seriously
Than something called
Smash
Humanity stopped
Evolving

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.