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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.

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Tuesday Poetry: Smash

When did smash
Become the go-to
Word for sex?
These teenagers
Talk about all they
Want is to 
Smash – 
With the use of
A word
They found a 
Way to remove
The emotion
And humanity
From something
Shared between
Two human beings
I’m not saying
You have to
Be in love
To have sex
But understand
Emotions are involved
Whether you
Want them to be
Or not
It’s still a
Moment
Shared between
Two people
But so many
Have to be drunk
Or under the
Influence
Of something
Or they must
Sneak something
Into someone’s
Drink – 
Sex is not so
Important that
You have to
Trick others
Or trick yourself
To do it
But it’s important
Enough to be
Taken more
Seriously
Than something called
Smash
Humanity stopped
Evolving

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Poetry Monday: Barriers as Curses and Blessings

The anxiety is a barrier
It holds back so much

            The demon within
            Can never come out

Ambition and confidence
Stifled and pushed away

            The monster, the pariah
            The anger of the beast

I don’t feel like I’m
Who I’m meant to be

            The devil is a part of me
            But is not who I am

But the anxiety also
Keeps the demon at bay

            Locked away, caged
            The darkness waits patiently

I fear releasing the dark
If the anxiety goes away

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.