I'm an up-and-coming nobody, a freshman in college who has a love for the arts, especially music and writing (all forms.) I've never been published, but I've never thought myself good enough to be.
I tend to be inspired a lot (as those who read my stuff will see) by my rocky-at-best love life. Recently my poems have taken on a happier... more »
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James Grengs Poems
You say that you have felt pain? You have no idea what pain is. Pain is hearing, “She doesn’t like you anymore.” WHAT?
Poet's Plea For Forgiveness
If I have hurt, I am sorry. If I have been wrong, I am sorry.
(11) - Master And Slave
I know now The extent of her power. She is truly alive. How can this be?
Freedom Is Never Free
They tell me 'Freedom is never free.' I know that- More than most realize.
What is the theme of freedom? Life, Love, Happiness,
(02) - Victim Of The Dead
Alone, Dark alley. You curse yourself, silently; Why are you there?
(01) - The Dead Who Have No Rest
It is an unholy appetite- A desire, some say, Born of Satan himself. The Roaring Lion,
(03) - Rise Of The Dead
She awakes, Cold to the bone- A chill, Demonic,
(12) - Lament For The Dead
She walked, once, in the light. Life, Joy, Love.
Life, death, Heat, and cold. In you, I suffer And rejoice. I long
(19) - Reunion
She awakes, Like one coming to the surface, Gasping for air. Her eyes flutter open.
Every time I think of you, Somehow my heart grows larger, Threatening to explode in the joy of love. You are the cause of my joy,
You stand before me, sweet, unmarred. Yet your gaze is restrained, and barred. You will not meet my eyes- For this my soul within me cries,
Your touch Forgotten. (For in distance, Touch grows cold.)
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You say that you have felt pain?
You have no idea what pain is.
Pain is hearing, “She doesn’t
like you anymore.” WHAT?
How can so much pain be caused by
someone who is so small,
Yet I tell you, I have felt pain,
pain at hearing your name
mentioned by some ignorant
person, someone who doesn’t
know what you have put me
through. Pain? Yes, that is pain.
Pain is knowing that you will
never be mine, though I once would have been
wholly yours. Yours, though
you may never know it. That
also is pain- not being able ...