Horror Author
when will i meet someone
who truly knows me
who knows who i am
and not what i can be
who treasures my thoughts
and fantasies as i do
someone who understands me
and doesn’t ask, “Who are you?”
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
within a split second
a lifetime shall pass
all that has ever been
will return to you again
all that you remember
all you have seen
will flash before your eyes
as if on a TV screen
you feel quick and short pain
it’s a shock to your brain
you breathe your last breath
as you’re swept away by death
all questions are answered
all knowledge foreseen
and forever you stay
in a most wonderful dream
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
lasting impressions of a happier time
when the innocence of a child plagued my mind
ignorance is bliss
that is the saying
the less i knew
the happier i played
not a care in the world
not a hint of shame
unfortunately for me
i thought ignorance was lame
knowledge overtook me
i began to use my brain
the only thing that stopped me
was the evil Hunger Pain
as i grew more aware
of my time and place
i started to see
everyone else’s true face
no one was trustworthy
no one was just
they all lived through a lie
they felt it a must
all one could count on
was choice and change
in my life of course
change was the thing
missing the sweet days of a happier year
but things will change more, that is my fear
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 