Horror Author
In this digital age
There’s a new kind
Of censorship –
It always starts
With words –
The hashtag
A symbol of
A searchable category
Some hashtags are blocked
Others have a disclaimer
Hashtags are only words –
And they’re telling us
What words we can
Or cannot use –
I’m using the banned words
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
raped again
it never ends
molested again
too many friends
it hits within
the pain wont mend
i can’t defend
it happens again
why’s this happening
it isn’t stopping
all of them screaming
i can do nothing
i hear when i’m dreaming
all of the screaming
it keeps increasing
never ceasing
causing more tears
from childhood fears
the devil’s face appears
through eyes, oh so sincere
all it does is leer
at everything from the rear
while their future is unclear
his thoughts they will fear
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
when the wind is lost
searching for time
trapped in the frost
the sun wont shine
it is a place
the dead men can find
life is not safe
with a man’s mind
within the snow
no one can stand
all that is not so
has now began
we will not rest
the search goes on
for what is left
and all that is gone
when the wind is lost
the dead men can find
all that is not so
and all that is gone
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 