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Flashback Friday Poetry: In the Life of Me

it’s another day in the life of me
crawling through time with nothing left inside
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

i have nothing left, nothing left to be
the only sounds heard are the sounds i’ve sighed
it’s another day in the life of me

to conquer this feeling life should be seized
i should charge the Ocean and hit the Tide
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

no love to be found, nothing i can see
just horrible sounds of those who have lied
it’s another day in the life of me

the door to my future i hold the key
just beyond that is a world vast and wide
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

the problems i see and will never flee
i haven’t backed down and never have cried
it’s another day in the life of me
and all i ask is for me to be pleased

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

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Tuesday Poetry: Crack House Drive-By in 1992

I lived on a street
With a crack house
It was not the first
It was not the last
Cars came and went all day

I was five
They were three houses away
There was a drive-by
One summer evening
We lived there only a month or two

I understood what the sounds were
I didn’t think if people were hurt
The family went back to 
Watching a movie but this time
We shut the front door

The next crack house was
Down the street almost
A block away from us
Crackheads and crack whores
Walked the streets at night

I walked to grade school
Every day in these neighborhoods
I thought this was normal life
I didn’t know life was different
For literally everyone else

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.