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Throwback Thursday Poetry: Winter Break

no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
all are trapped underneath this Tomb so cold
but it looks so beautiful all around

some things in nature shock you when they’re found
blank stares are shown when the story is told
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground

no hope for escape when your mind is bound
you wish you were the one who could be bold
but it looks so beautiful all around

feeling of weakness when you heart has Drowned
the retelling of a story so old
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground

i look upon the Earth; this Graveyard mound
while the wrath of the storm She does unfold
but it looks so beautiful all around

i sit here among all my friendly Sounds
the cold Shard in my chest that i still hold
no happiness when Ice covers the Ground
but it looks so beautiful all around

Early poetry from James.

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Flashback Friday Poetry: Friends v. Happiness

he has so many friends to call his own
a charming smile can bring cheer to all
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home

many ask for advice he has to loan
through his many gestures he stands so tall
he has so many friends to call his own

his broken heart that can never be sewn
he won’t allow it to whither and fall
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home

none would suspect him of feeling alone
when he’s around ev’ry one has a ball
he has so many friends to call his own

he’s not reclusive he makes himself known
he forces himself out not in a crawl
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home

he can’t sleep in the night he only moans
heard only by Ears hidden in the Walls
he has so many friends to call his own
but the Sun sets upon his empty Home

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

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: How Shall I Feel Upon My Dark Demise

how shall i feel upon my dark demise
the night i do dread from time to time
when the sun for me will no longer rise

will the night Air be cool or stab my eyes
will i hear the Angel’s voices in rhyme
how shall i feel upon my dark demise

my last glimpse upward to the Stars and Skies
like the days of old, the moon will not mime
when the sun for me will no longer rise

will i fall or ascend; what is my prize
in this life i have committed no crimes
how shall i feel upon my dark demise

through my entire life with all my tries
this plan of His i won’t finish the climb
when the sun for me will no longer rise

i’ve been beaten to pulp with all the lies
i’ll fight to the death because that’s who i’m
how shall i feel upon my dark demise
when the sun for me will no longer rise

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