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Poetry Monday: Waiting for My Star Woman

It was many a year ago
When I ventured into a star
I met a beautiful woman
I could not bring myself to speak
There were many attempts I tried
I finally had the courage
She was gone from the star that day
I waited for another chance

The chance came but I was saddened
The beautiful star-made woman
It was someone else she was with
Another suitor won her heart
I let her go without anger
I sent her the best of wishes
I did not realize I loved her
I thought she cared nothing for me

After a few years had passed by
I went to see the star woman
She and her suitor parted ways
I wondered, should I try again
I asked her would she be with me
She was silent for a long time
I was certain she would say no
Why would a star woman want me?

She revealed she wanted something
Oh, how hard my heart was pounding
I wanted to spend time with her
But she was not ready for this
I’ve waited and waited so long
We still have not been together
She is so anxious and worried
But I’ll wait as long as I must

Perhaps it was too soon to ask
After her last relationship
She needs time to get over it
So, I wait until she’s ready
I hope she does not change her mind
But I trust her feelings are real
I will wait as long as I must
For my beautiful star woman

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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Throwback Thursday Poetry: What’s Inside of Me

hello there can you help me
i am searching for something
what am i searching for
i haven’t the slightest you see
but there is something that i seek
it is something that expresses me
something that reflects me
it’s an extension of me
that part of your mind you never meet
you know it’s there but cannot see
that thing you want to release
but you’re afraid of what it could be
is it useful or nothing
you all must think, “What’s inside of me?”

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

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Twofer Tuesday Poetry: To Say It or Not To & Tactile

To Say It or Not To

There are
So many things
To say
And so many
Fears that follow.
Sometimes,
I think
Nothing
Should be
Said – 
Sometimes,
I think one letter
Would do it.
I can’t predict
How you’ll
React – 
I don’t know
What your thoughts
Will be.
All I can do is
Wait and hope;
Hope that this
Doesn’t push you
Out of my life.
I need you
In my life
In some way;
Some small way.
It doesn’t feel
Like you need me – 
If I tell you
I love you,
Will you tell me
What you need?

Tactile

The bartender watches the young couple leave.
“It’s a nice feeling; holding someone’s hand.” She says.
“I wouldn’t know.” I say.
“You’ve never held someone’s hand?” She says.
“No one wants to be that close to me.” I say.
I leave before she can say anything else.

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.