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Throwback Thursday Poetry: My So-Called Love

i’m not the one to blame
when you have gone insane
you seem to want to tame
the life i live with pain
it’s freedom that i crave
but you don’t feel the same

oh no
you see
i’m begging on my knees
today
i plead
why won’t you let me

i guess i have no choice
it’s me that you annoy
it seems i’ve lost my voice
i hear you rejoice
it brings you joy to see
all this tragedy

i can’t
believe
you’d do all this to me
the heart
in me
it blinds me to your deeds

this pain
i feel
i will never reveal
to them
to me
i will never be free

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Save Me

darkness lurking just behind me
its steamy breath on the back of my neck
chaos’s fantasies stopping me
i have become a mindless wreck

my time has come
i cannot withdraw
without the thunder of guns
i must kill them all

my death would simply empower them
their strength is too great as it is
the only thing i can do now
is the opposite of what has been

they are with me in silence
they are with me in sound
they appear to me in darkness
like a hell bound hound

in my face
you see nothing
in my eyes
you see the suffering

there is one who can save me
from this tormentful dream
i wish someone would tell me
who that one could be

there is no time to waste now
no time to flee
the only one doing the saving
will have to be me

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