Tag: thursday

with a smile so bright darkness is destroyed
i sit here and think of nothing but joy
my day began in a horrible manner
but now it seems none of that matters
you are my reason to continue on
you make me feel like nothing is wrong
all i seem to do is think of nothing but you
you’re like a new fad it’s driving me mad
take away your smile; your enchanting eyes
your humor and your intellect
somehow i still see something is there
this something it intrigues me
you may never know how i ponder of you
as long as these words are herd all will dream of you

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

fear is nothing to the man who stands tall in front of many
when confronted by thousands he shows his bravery
nothing to hold him back; nothing to keep him still
he stands tall in front of many; you cannot break his will

i fear no one; i fear nothing
these lies i speak, i speak with cunning
no one ponders; no one conceives
my fears inside are destroying me

his fears are caused by himself alone
none are at fault but him alone
when an attempt is made to avoid his nightmare
he does something stupid and causes mush despair

when will i free myself of this childish fear
no one cares about you, that’s all i hear
being alone it’s a sad time for some
for those like me, it’s always just one

there are three ways to end the turmoil he’s in
take the first step, make a life to begin
get some help, there are many ways
or scenario three, pull a Hemingway

loneliness is a depressing state that one puts themselves in
to have an excuse for not wanting friends
but without friends one cannot see
in order to have a forest you need more than one tree

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

i give to you my will and wishes
in which you choose what to do with as you want
there is one condition you must always follow
never let your mind go hollow
emptiness within your thoughts
will cause you only to decay and rot
optimism that is the key
optimism will keep you happy
i can do no more for you
as my mind has finally gone
remember my words; hold them true
if you should forget may God have mercy on you

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