Tag: thursday

it’s captivating
so captivating
the boredom is overwhelming
my mind is melting
i’m craving for a retreat
give me something, anything will do
if i’m not bored, i’ll be happier than you
i am tired; i need some change
i am tired of the same old things
give me something; i don’t care what
just as long as i can occupy my mind
nothing to do is boring for you
nothing to do is killing me

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

you can’t see in my mind
it is not the place or time
to think about mankind
search and search and try to find
someone who does not lie
everyday i cry
i gain a darker side
if no one cares to try
i’ll just lie down and die

you can’t see in my brain
it is not the hardest thing
for me to restrain
i yearn for a better day
when everything is not so gray
i no longer can contain
this evil reign
while you all go out and play
my mind is being slain

 you can’t see in my head
i begin to dread
all of the things i’ve said
i think of ways to mend
all of my broken limbs
i restrain myself again
for all i see is red
i lay here on my bed
and wait till the day i’m dead

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

where’s all the love for me?
it’s been swept away in the breeze
stuck here without a thing
but i’ll keep on hoping

lost in my eyes from me
is all the love i’ve seen
it is hard to believe
that i still have nothing

searching for some peace
through the demons that keep me troubled
it’s too hard i can’t compete
i must lie here in the rubble

my heart is cold
i am 100 years old
will you please
just help me

it’s time for me to go
i am no longer well at home
i feel my soul is sold
i have nothing to behold

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