piece of wood in hand broken chair broken heart throat raw screaming glass everywhere must have been some fucking point I was trying to make (D. James) … more →
Disposable PoetryD. James wrote 3 weeks ago: And I will rip up the night raise hell for the hell of it ride until the road rolls up behind me unt … more →
D. James wrote 3 weeks ago: why is the word try in poetry is it because it is at times a trying task or because we try and try a … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: moments of overwhelming sadness unwilling to go forward unable to go back I sit here in this pain of … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: this night passes through me like a black knife no way around it I must stay up ’til dawn brea … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: a mess here a mess there little piles of my life laid out on the floor and I wonder sometimes what i … more →
D. James wrote 1 month ago: you want to say something but like a dog with limited language all you do is bark of all the words o … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: sat up half the night with unhappy thoughts come morning they were still there in a chair by the bed … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: Stayed online all night long Wrote down a few words But can’t tell me a damn thing Cause I kno … more →
D. James wrote 2 months ago: I don’t say what’s on my mind When it’s all shit So keep my mouth shut Because alw … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what comes between us when we’re apart? how can I let you in from an arm’s length away? … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: If the rain falls up from the street does it mean the world is upside down? If things work out in my … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: the music presses down from above louder and louder until there’s nothing but noise no thought … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: dirty white t-shirt watching out the monday morning window the rain reigns comes down as if trying t … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: what to do today when I realize my life is one day shorter than yesterday and tomorrow is shorter st … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: all the elements are here heavy rain fierce wind bending trees blowing leaves I am shirtless and gra … more →
D. James wrote 4 months ago: tattooed girls drunken boys and cigarette smoke everywhere warm nights with pimps and hookers workin … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: It is said only the fallen know the true depths could you be one of the rare ones so often imagined? … more →
D. James wrote 5 months ago: Bourbon and cigarettes late-night hookers down dark alleys What doesn’t kill me costs more tha … more →
layrenewal wrote 6 months ago: Continuing on from yesterday… There are two important distinctions in church ministry vision p … more →