Horror Author
Inspiration
inspiration is all i need
but to find this inspiration
i must look deep
within myself and my soul
to my deepest, darkest desires
and fantasies
what is this
inside of me
i feel different
it seems
never before
have i felt
so differently
feeling inspiration
overtaking me
but it’s not what i dream
you see
there is something
changing in me
i begin to feel
Naughty!
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
To Be Alone
Where do you go,
When you want to
Hide from the world,
And be alone?
How can you escape,
But not run away?
How do you live the dream?
Surrounded by nightmares?
Where do you go,
To be alone?
When Does the Book Burning Start?
Vulnerable
Are we the people
In this democracy
Diversity
Means nothing
To those in power
Entitlement
Is reserved for the elite
Unauthorized for the poor
Transgender
Defies society
And confuses the entitled
Fetus
Is neither live nor dead
Or doesn’t exist
Evidence-based
Has no place in the Union
Or the new world order
Science-based
Would prove the elite wrong
And destroy the fake news
Tyrant
Is a man who denies freedom
To those he claims to govern
Indifferent
Are those who let this happen
When does the book burning start?
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
Sometimes
I
Enjoy
Solitude
I
Always
Enjoy
The
Quiet
A
Peaceful
Walk
In
The
Moonlight
Is
Better
Than
Any
Party
Reading
A
Book
While
Sipping
Some
Coffee
In
A
Comfy
Chair
Without
A
Care
In
The
World
I
Enjoy
The
Rain
Walking
In
The
Storm
Or
While
Reading
A
Book
Indoors
There
Is
Peace
In
The
Lonely
Chaos
Sometimes
Solitude
Prepares
You
For
The
Coming
Storm
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 