Horror Author
Too much can be overwhelming
Setting anxiety on fire
I disabled cell phone notifications
It created too much noise
I don’t see anything
Until I open the apps
I keep sound and vibrations off
All those distractions
While in a crowd
Sends me into a panic attack
So much noise in a busy world
I just want silence
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
without tardiness, the measure is done
it is safe to say the battle is won
all villains and enemies will crumble
by My hand, all in My path will tumble
do not jest in ridicule unto Me
for it is I who will let your soul free
only true and just warriors may pass
justice and honor are why they will last
I am the battlefield; I am the blade
in the heat of war My image won’t fade
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
the Bells
They haunt me in my dreams
i hear Them in the streets
it makes me want to scream
scream like a child
whose eyes cannot shut
for fear that their throat
will surely be cut
these Bells
They drive me mad with Their wonderful delights
against Them i rage
i constantly fight
with effortless ease
They attack without warning
They infiltrate my brain
at least until morning
those Bells
all my life They’ve plagued my mind
They ring without fear
They don’t sense it’s Their time
it’s Their time to be finished
They are now forsaken
can i finish Them off
before i awaken
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 