Horror Author
no friends in here
no friends around
all one can hear
is a stranger’s sound
new faces to meet
old faces are gone
new people to greet
old friends are lost
living in memory
and nothing else
friendship won’t last
if you don’t befriend yourself
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
the master of time condemns you
your thoughts are no longer your own
you passed the test of your father
but failed the rest and are alone
your chest is swollen and punctured
the pain captivates you once more
your body aches without working
your heart is blackened to the core
no thoughts can deceive your conscience
it’s sharp as a sword in the fire
the object is crafted for war
your mind’s attractive desire
in the eyes of the purest soul
your intentions seem good natured
the stupid old fool will learn soon
he cannot trust his good neighbor
through the lives of the tortured souls
a lesson is learned by the mad
if ever should life turn nasty
make others around you feel sad
ask not what’s wrong with the crazy
ask not what they are doing here
ask yourself maybe they’re normal
and i’m the one who should be feared
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
i wanna go home
but i hate home
i just wanna be
in my place of serenity
the sounds of the universe
flowin through my brain
life hurts to much to think about
so i listen to take away the pain
my mother could care less
if i was dead or in a dress
my father has his problems
and her turns to me to help solve them
i’m pissed off and nervous
i don’t have much peace of mind
i wake up every morning
searching for all the things i cannot find
someone stop me
from falling
i can’t go on
i feel my death won’t be long
i won’t quit
until i breathe my last
i’ll keep going
even if i crash
it’s time for everyone to kiss my ass
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 