I lay here in my bed,
Thinking of you in my head.

Trying so hard to sleep,
But can’t instead I weep.

Slowly I began to cry,
Saying in my head “why?”

Nothing is at it seems,
Hoping this was all a dream.

Slowly it disappears,
With it are my fears.

My fears that you might come,
And yell at me “You’re Stupid and Dumb!”

I deserve everything you have to say,
For everything I’ve done that day.


I drove to that bar or club,
I drank like I couldn’t get enough.

You told me to stop,
Even said there might be cops.

As I drove you back in my car,
You and I started a word war.

“Stop! You’re Drunk, you’re not fit to drive!”
Then Crash-I’ve just killed my beloved wife.

—Thomas James Written on June 2, 2010

I’m sitting in chemistry,
I’m dying to ***.
I raised my hand,
But the teacher couldn’t see.

I broke beakers and spilled chemicals,
But he still couldn’t hear my plea.
If I take a ****** on a cylinder,
I’m sure he would notice me!

—Thomas James Written on April 7, 2010

I wish I was famous,
Instead of being shameless.

I wish I was a star,
With an awesome car.

I wish I could fly,
So I can touch the sky.

I wish to be,
Something greater than me.

But I don’t have fame,
Not even a little flame.

I’m no cosmic matter,
Unless it meant fatter?

I can’t fly,
I’m barely even five-five.

So I wish to be,
More of a real me.

—Thomas James Written on June 1, 2010

Here I sit.
On this great view.
Saying in my head,
“I love you.”

Here again I sit.
Thinking of some way to say.
This three words,
That can brighten up your day.

Again I sit.
Thinking of you.
Wondering what you would say,
When I say “I love you.”

For the final time I sit.
Knowing what to say.
Then you came by and said “I love you,”
You just brightenned up my day.

—Thomas James Written on February 22, 2010

Can you please stay?
I don’t want you to go.
I got something to say,
Something I want you to know.

I wrote this poem to make you see,
That you and I are meant to be.
To tell you how I really feel,
That my love for you is oh so real.
So c'mon take my hand,
I’ll make you understand.
That I’m the perfect guy,
To always have by your side.

Each night I look up at the sky,
Wishing that you and I,
Would always be side to side.
Cause you mean so much to me,
I want the whole world to see,
That you and I are meant to be,
That this is our destiny.

That’s why I wrote this poem to make you see,
You and I are meant to be.
To tell you how I really feel,
That my love for you is oh so real.
So c'mon take my hand,
I’ll make you understand.
That I’m the perfect guy,
to always have by your side.

But you never seem to stay,
You always go away.
I could never understand,
Why you wouldn’t take my hand.
Did I do something wrong,
Is it because I wrote this poem.
Maybe you and I aren’t meant to be,
Maybe it was just my fantasy.
To have you in my arms,
To protect you from all harm.

Maybe I wrote this poem to make myself see,
That you and I could never be.
So I tell myself how I really feel,
That I’m stupid for thinking it was real.
So I looked on my hands,
I finally understand.
That I’m just a guy,
Who wants to be by your side.

Then the next thing I knew,
You were in clear view.
Walking your way up to me,
I thought this is just a fantasy.
So I turned around,
To go away from this town.
Then I heard you say,
“Can you please stay,
I don’t want you to go.
I got something to say,
Something I think you should know.”

“I wrote this poem to make you see,
That you and I are meant to be.
To tell you how I really feel,
That my love for you is oh so real.
So c'mon take my hand,
I’ll make you understand.
That I’m the perfect girl,
To complete your world.”

—Thomas James Written on September 7, 2009

Maybe it’s me, or Maybe it’s you,
But hopefully we can get thing through.

I don’t know what to do, or what to say,
Cuz’ I’m lost without you today.

I know you’re sorry, I am too,
But knowing me, I’ll still love you.

—Thomas James Written on April 23, 2011

I’ll let you go,
So I can catch you again.
I want you to know,
I’m here as your friend.

I’ll be here everyday,
Waiting for you.
Cuz’ I don’t know what to say,
Or what to do.

I’m lost in a thought,
Not of you or us.
But instead lost,
Of what it was.

—Thomas James Written on March 13, 2011