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21.4k · Jun 2015
anxiety
James Jun 2015
Anxiety, like fire,
Needs fuel,
We feed it with fear,
If only,
we can let it burn out.
7.2k · Jun 2015
My coffee
James Jun 2015
The smells of caramel, citric fruit and bread being licked by flames,
The colour. Black. Deep and rich. As if it was oil taken from the ground,
The taste is different, bitter, and earthy, contrasted by molasses, and sweet almonds,
This is how my day begins.
5.8k · Sep 2015
ride the lightning
James Sep 2015
Whip. Crack. Smack.
White. Back to black.
Baritone moan.
Through flesh and bone.
1.0k · Jul 2015
electricity
James Jul 2015
Grabbing at her beautiful copper hair. My hand clenches it tight

We're bound together now. I gaze upon her only by a single, dim light,

I feel her pulse running through my body, my heart beats faster,

We have become Slave and master.

My hand releases and reels back from a jolt,

I just felt 240 volts.
I was an electrician..
618 · Jun 2015
solitude
James Jun 2015
Solitude is peaceful,
I must be an island.
459 · Jun 2015
for therapeutic use
James Jun 2015
Each day you made me stronger,
You made my sessions last a little longer,
You made me feel true greatness,
And it was all me of course, more or less,
When you left my system you took all you were able,
For therapeutic use said the label.
429 · Jun 2015
old friend
James Jun 2015
I saw you through a window,
It had been two years,
was i scared to see you?,
Or of you seeing me?,
I looked away,
I continued to walk,
My solar plexus took the pain
I continue to walk.
394 · Jun 2015
a happy poem
James Jun 2015
Sun is shining,
Summer is here,
In perfect timing,

It's a time for your new start,
To be born again,
Let it fill your heart,

Birds are singing,
Flowers are growing,
It's your new beginning,

They will take you to the sea,
Push you under and set you,
Free.
I'm not religious in any way, this is for a friend who's being christened soon!
344 · Jun 2015
souls
James Jun 2015
Few people can understand the dispair of a tortured soul,
It's something deep inside, it is our demons that have control,
Fears we battle,
With constant rebuttal,

This life is turning out,
not how I planned,
I wish I was one,
who did not understand.
339 · Jun 2015
Saturday 2008
James Jun 2015
I step outside into nothing,
It's 5am,
I begin to run,
The sun rises over the fields,
It makes me feel whole.

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