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Flashback Friday Poetry: False Beliefs

as my dreams now fade
in an empty home
the fun is unseen
sitting here alone

get up and out i scream
but i cannot go on
i sit here in dismay
i sit here for too long

in dark catacombs
i search for a path
in the bleak caverns
found nothing i have

a way out is what i crave
from my own confusion
the strange hours of twilight
increase my own delusion

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Realization

i wanna go home
but i hate home
i just wanna be
in my place of serenity

the sounds of the universe
flowin through my brain
life hurts to much to think about
so i listen to take away the pain

my mother could care less
if i was dead or in a dress
my father has his problems
and her turns to me to help solve them

i’m pissed off and nervous
i don’t have much peace of mind
i wake up every morning
searching for all the things i cannot find

someone stop me
from falling
i can’t go on
i feel my death won’t be long

i won’t quit
until i breathe my last
i’ll keep going
even if i crash

it’s time for everyone to kiss my ass

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.