Horror Author
People like to visit Tucson
In October, November
December, January, February
It’s beautiful and peaceful
And the weather is perfect
None of these people
Have the balls to stick around
During the summer
During the Monsoon
You know you’re hardcore
When you live here
Year-round in Tucson
With the lizards, spiders
And all the assholes like me
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
self-esteem
is what i need
i can’t get it now
screaming please
on my knees
really, really loud
can’t you see
to be free
i must feel proud
with no pride
i can’t deny
i sink to the ground
i hear lies
in my mind
i am breaking down
as i cry
i wonder why
no one cares now
with this dream
i must bring
myself to the clouds
only then
can i mend
my heart inside out
without a doubt
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
I put myself
Through Hell
Working so long
At a nightclub
I felt I
Paid for
Past sins
I committed
I broke up fights
Protected others
Put my body
Through brutal punishment
I had crimes
Weighing on my soul
Serving my community
I would be absolved
What crime
Would require
Such a debt –
I was 14
I indirectly
Helped my father
Beat my mother –
I felt nothing
No sorrow
No joy
No ambivalence
No emotions
I was a
Cold, dead
Robot
Beep –
It took years
Before I realized
Exactly what
I had done
And I accepted
My punishment –
I think I’m still
Paying for it
I learned a lesson
I don’t watch people
Get hurt anymore
I try to stop it –
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 