Horror Author
my life’s meaning i cannot see
there’s something hiding inside of me
lurking, skulking methodically
it tries so hard to escape from me
finally realizing my destiny
only wishing this was not me
wanting more and nothing less
only getting anxiety and stress
thinking, hoping for more to see
understanding there’s nothing left for me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
within a split second
a lifetime shall pass
all that has ever been
will return to you again
all that you remember
all you have seen
will flash before your eyes
as if on a TV screen
you feel quick and short pain
it’s a shock to your brain
you breathe your last breath
as you’re swept away by death
all questions are answered
all knowledge foreseen
and forever you stay
in a most wonderful dream
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Severed
I know a woman
The Woman –
She sees her family
Once a week
She makes time for them
Always –
I envy her because
I’ve never known this
My family is scattered
Broken –
We don’t even call
On birthdays –
The Yellow Bird
I came upon a yellow bird
Chirping as he played
He led me towards adventures
But I felt pulled away
I thought he tried to hide something
What could this bird know
Does he shield me or protect me
From some unknown horror
This yellow bird made me happy
That’s all that mattered
One day my little friend was gone
I saw what he saw
Nothing protected me from these
Nightmares forgotten
I saw my little yellow friend
With another child
Leading him away from the pain
Of abusive parents
The yellow bird helps those in need
He helps you survive
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 