Horror Author
Perhaps I did not know how to speak
Unaware that my words were angry
I never meant to be aggressive
Patience was lost with my frustration
A roaring rage ripped and rose too high
Only after would I feel ashamed
The wrath now laxed and dissipated
My pride destroyed due to my actions
Sometimes I wish to avoid people
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.
I think I understand why people go to bars
I mean those people who go every day for hours
I never saw the appeal or desire to be
Drunk sitting with other drunks with no ambition
Maybe that was my reasoning. It didn’t feel productive
But to them I think it feels like socializing
I sit in coffee shops, usually reading or writing
But it also feels like I’m socializing
I can talk to someone if I want to or not
I’m still around people. I feel like a part of the world
Sometimes that’s enough to not feel lonely
And people go to bars, so they feel like a part of the world
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 