Horror Author
standing here without even seeing it
or pretending not to and believing it
hoping she’ll walk by Observing it
and give me a kiss; oh how i’ve wished for this
a feeling of warmth that flushes to me face
if only my dream could come true in this place
this poisonous plant; i stand beneath it
Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it
but a Kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it
Early poetry from James.
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
all are trapped underneath this Tomb so cold
but it looks so beautiful all around
some things in nature shock you when they’re found
blank stares are shown when the story is told
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
no hope for escape when your mind is bound
you wish you were the one who could be bold
but it looks so beautiful all around
feeling of weakness when you heart has Drowned
the retelling of a story so old
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
i look upon the Earth; this Graveyard mound
while the wrath of the storm She does unfold
but it looks so beautiful all around
i sit here among all my friendly Sounds
the cold Shard in my chest that i still hold
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
but it looks so beautiful all around
Early poetry from James.
as the Dragon lay dying
there upon the ground sighing
next to Her a dark figure
coming to take the creature
began to carry Her off
the Winged Horse cried, “Wait! Now stop!”
I wish to put Her at peace.
Who are you I ask to cease?”
“I am He who has no name.”
from the dark cloak a voice came
“To Her rightful home I go,
where the stars do hang so low.
To have a name as you have,
Eras I will be known as.”
The next and final poem in the series coming Feb 15. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 