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Throwback Thursday Poetry: No Love for the Wicked

what is the answer
what is the reason
searching for something
searching all seasons
i think i find it
but my mind’s beaten
my worst fear comes true
my heart’s been eaten

all companions found
interest is lost
the journey i make
i must pay the cost
nothing desired
i’m pelted with rocks
trapped within my head
i can’t break the locks

the problem is me
i make wrong choices
a self-centered fool
quoth all the voices
i can’t overcome
too many noises
here in the darkness
beaten this boy is

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Tiny

i am the man with the tiny hands
tiny hands for a tiny man
they may be small but they beat the rest
these hands of mine they pass the test

i am the cheat with the tiny feet
tiny feet for the tiny cheat
though they are small i beat out the rest
these feet of mine they are the best

i’m smaller than most; bigger than some
the whole idea, i’ve grown numb
i’m average in the eyes of the wise
ugliness i see through my eyes

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Epiphany

my heart can’t take the pain
it’s too much to even explain
shit happens for a reason
won’t know why for six more seasons
feeling helpless and all alone
people wonder why i hate going home
missing the old days of youth
there was less concern for knowing the truth
hate consumes much of my time
i still tell people that i’m fine
i guess i am in some ways it seems
i feel i’m getting closer to my dreams
bad memories and good make me feel alive
they are my everlasting drive
i’ll make it in life after so long
thanks to everyone who has done me wrong
i mean it in the sincerest way
without you i’d have nothing to say

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