Horror Author
filled with delight
at such a sight
this lady who wishes to meet me
with all the joy
she is so coy
in this state so wonderful to be
in our time
that is so fine
there are so many things to see
but my love
the coo of a dove
bodes no togetherness for we
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
The heart within my heart (Trapped within my
thoughts) Beats for you (Fantasies unfulfilled)
Even if yours does not (Obstacles
plentiful) Under the cat’s eye moon (As
many as stars above) I dream of
what was not (Nightmares relived daily) A
reverie of peace
(Healing takes time) Lighting up my eyes (Time
feels never ending) I can’t stop the
smile you generate (The past directs
the present) A world without you
unimagined (And I’ve nowhere to run)
I destroy the thought before it comes (Stuck
in the circular dreamscape)
This beating heart of mine (Love is a
fickle thing) Often falls for what can’t be
had (Fantasies unfulfilled)
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
It’s a strange desire
Not often mentioned
It’s not a sensation
That first comes to mind
To be held by someone
Just held – nothing more
It’s the one thing I want
Most out of this world
But I fear being touched
And vulnerable
I don’t trust anyone
I don’t trust myself
It’s been several years
Without being close
To another person –
To another soul –
I’ve forgotten how
To connect with others
To let them inside
I fear placing my faith
With the wrong person
I don’t fear commitment –
I don’t fear growing close –
I fear working hard
Developing something
To be abandoned
I’d rather be alone
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 