Horror Author
Heart beats faster
Hands and arms trembling
Nothing triggered you
You’re just there
Sitting quietly
Silently suffering
Instinct says to run
Get away from everyone
Even in solitude
The trembling persists
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
Our attention is pulled so many ways
The abundance can be captivating
We can’t escape the information maze
Sifting through the data always takes days
But there’s never enough time for sorting
Our attention is pulled so many ways
Trapped and fighting through the media haze
Struggling to keep our will from breaking
We can’t escape the information maze
Investing in silence that never pays
The noise is ever encapsulating
Our attention is pulled so many ways
As the world dies in a glorious blaze
We can’t decide to run or keep fighting
We can’t escape the information maze
We’d like to think we’re going through a phase
How do we stop always overthinking?
Our attention is pulled so many ways
We can’t escape the information maze
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
she is the Life Giver
and the maker of pain
passing along what they taught her
the monsters of her shame
the Creature of False Belief
and the Taker of Innocent Game
create and nurture her grief
for me to one day claim
she attempts not to notice
she won’t accept the blame
her only true crime now
is pretending it all away
while striving for nothing
with everything to gain
she is the Life Giver
and Taker just the same
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 