Tag: thursday

are you lonesome tonight
are you heart broke inside
did life just pass you by
in the blink of an eye
nothing left to do but
walk alone on the streets
your passion has been beat
you’ve lost all that you seek

when i was a child
i dreamed of just one girl
she had long jet-black hair
and eyes of mystery
but she was never real
she lived in fantasy
the only true love found
inside my head with me

the heart is a muscle
so what is love in this
is the love in one’s heart
a metaphor for bliss
when one is heartbroken
their heart’s not in pieces
their mind maybe shattered
but their heart is still beating

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

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.

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.