Metaphorical

Prick.
That's what it does.
It pricks you.
Injects you.
These are not regular...

The smoke is in my lungs
The fire in my soul
Living in a world of flames
The anger is...

Pulling off the day's coverlet, wrapping up the night's duvet,
Somewhere in between, didn't realize...

The door speaks
with its mouth shut
in a language of knocks
but is quiet soon as...

The pen didn't always hate the paper
Once, they were friends
The pen didn't always rip the...

The arriving dawn of that morning,
The departing dusk of that evening.
We the emptiness,...

Sometimes you’re just waiting for the penny to drop
As it slowly rolls along the table, before...

let this be the realest shit i ever wrote
a bloke so true to his quote
from the depths of my...

Up the hill through the grass
The stone is pushed and heaved
At the top the stubborn mass...

It stains my face
Just like water stains a suede couch
But it crawls down my face
And...

Perhaps it isn't necessary to search for life
anywhere, but right where we are.
Skies are...

Sitting here I sneak glances of your pictures now and then
Everyone sees me busy & believes am...

guess whos back, back again
No its not eminem its james with his pen haha ?

ready to drop...

I have the urge to get more poetry done cos you never know
out comes the pukka pad so i can do some...

Hi my names james
born with a gift an brains
been in spirit for decades
ive left my...

What's left in life when there's no desire?
Taking shapes to form something new?
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