Biography of James Grengs
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 note than in the past, because a wonderful person has come into my awareness. Check out some of her stuff on here, too- her name is Valerie Jaeger.
oh yeah, before I forget- PLEASE rate my stuff, I try to rate everyone else's poems, I appreciate your opinions- send me some notes, too. I'm always looking for constructive criticism.
new developments in my life have caused my poetry to take a somewhat depressing turn. those of you who are fans of my 'death' poems will probably cheer at this, i suppose. not all of them are like that, of course, but i always write what i feel, so whatever poems i'm putting out at a certain time in my life reflect whatever i'm feeling at that time.
whatever your particular thoughts toward my poetry might be, i still hope you'll rate my stuff, post comments, etc. i need to hear from you.
ps- the romance between Valerie and I being over, and my life having matured significantly and changed, there's a lot that's not up to date about me here.
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.)
This is it, girl-
Of all you ever hoped to have with me,
Of all I ever thought I’d have with you,
Of all that there would be to have.
Give up, stop trying, because-
maybe because I’m afraid of what might happen,
If I decide to try again,
Maybe I worry about what people will say, or think,