Poetry Monday: Evenings at Home

Whiskey and rum and words
My only true friends 
People are overrated
Rum is underrated
Whiskey leads to words
Or sleep
I think maybe
My stress in life
Is because
I’m not a drunk
Where’s the whiskey
Where’s the rum
Where are the words
Even my true friends
Have left me alone

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Ever More

Pain is growing
slowly growing
inside my mind
and all around
not stopping
not ceasing
increasing, increasing
ever more

Compassion is shrinking
slowly shrinking
inside my brain
and all around
only retreating
only ceasing
decreasing, decreasing
ever more

Bitterness is rising
slowly rising
inside my psyche
and all around
not desisting
not ceasing
increasing, increasing
ever more

losing my life
losing my mind
for all i cry
i do not ride
to the sky
i fall down
on the ground
and die

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

Poetry Monday: Tearful Tension

Pick at your fingernails
Pull the skin off your lips
Rejoice in solitude
Panic from loneliness
Obsess over small things
Freak out for no reason
Blame yourself for nothing
Assume they all hate you
Shut down when you should rise
Push away those who love
Too much is on your mind
Too much stimulation
You just want to be held
You don’t want to be touched
Anger and frustration
You feel broken and dead
Every day you’re drowning
Each day is a battle

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.