Throwback Thursday Poetry: For Me

i am losing everything
lost here with nothing
only hoping for something
while gaining absolutely nothing
if i should try
to drift and die
no one will cry
for me

you are my fantasy
i crave for thee
in my sorrowful sleep
you are with me
i hope you feel
the same for me
do you feel this
for me

nothing can comfort me
i am bitterly unhappy
what is this thing
in me that’s sleeping
why can’t you see
this demon in me
or don’t you care
for me

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Numb

there is no pain you are receiving
it’s in your head, you’re not really bleeding
another slash will do nothing
cut the skin and feel nothing

that’s not a vein that you are cutting
it’s only air, there is nothing
your whole body is slowly numbing
you cannot feel anything

the numbness is captivating
it’s now slowly spreading
you begin to feel nothing
for anyone or anything

you’ve lost your chance to be happy
everyone thinks that you are crazy
you go on feeling nothing
slowly, slowly everything is numbing

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

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Earn Your Right

earn your right to talk to me
earn your right to laugh with me
earn your right to comfort me
earn your right to be my friend

we like you in ways that benefit us
we hate you in ways that discredit us
we’ve known you long we’ve known you a while
but still, unfortunately you are not a friend

they talk to you occasionally, they talk to you often
but would they care if you ended up in a coffin
earn your right to talk to them
earn your right to be their friend

he has many friends he’s always with someone
but inside his head he’s by himself with no one
he shows this to you not with what seems like effortless ease
but within his mind, he’s crying on his knees

though i’m surrounded by people, i’m lost here alone
i feel i have no one, not even at home
will you walk with me, will you listen to the end
did i not earn the right to be your friend

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