Horror Author
in a dark hole unseen by the masses
glaring at things beyond foggy glasses
my presence is unknown but seen by all
without my actions the show may just fall
no thank you’s received in this job of mine
but i still work and feel good inside
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
more often than not
the evil ones fought
for the most control
of my simple soul
inside of my head
many things are said
all of my thoughts are no longer my own
to dream of killing
when most unwilling
is a perfect sign
that you’ve lost your mind
with such a problem
you can’t talk to them
the voices echo driving you insane
memories of life
hold no answers why
the psychosis thrives
within, deep inside
a small normal wish
of infinite bliss
perhaps the dream could tame the poor beast
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
i woke again this morning to see
that child just outside my window
she stands there and at the stroke of three
she walks off slowly into the dark
i lay my head upon my pillow
hoping that the young girl simply larks
i just cannot help but wonder though
is she out for something more than fun
as the sunrise now begins to start
i plot and plan for that time she comes
perhaps she passes by to the park
it is just a block straight down the road
i wait so patiently for the one
who haunts my fragile dream episodes
in the silence i hear the chilled hum
of the young girl i am frightened by
in the street for this girl i did bode
seconds later i had caught her eye
she smiled in such a somber mode
and vanished leaving me in the cold
as i stand there, my mouth feeling dry
this ghostly girl who was not very old
then it hit me; i began to cry
i knew now who this girl was to be
this story to you i have just told
will help you to understand maybe
the apparition that was so bold
was of me when i died years ago
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 