James Pritchard (11. May 1993 / Bamberg, Germany)
Biography of James Pritchard
I write what i feel inside, not what others tell me.
James Pritchard Poems
She is amazing, she makes the guys go crazy. I try my best, and was ahead of the rest.
People dropp bombs on a crowd. This world is really going down. A boy in Germany, shoots people and hates his family.
She's so annoying, when she talks, and she complains a hella lot. Always about these stupid boys, who treat her like their toys.
They say if life gives you a lemon, to make a drink. What if you need seven, and mix it in your sink?
Whenever your really sad, and just need a helpful ear. Whenever you are feeling really bad, remember I am always here.
The bomb, made in a factory, supervised by some politician with a degree. A weapon of death and massdestruction, supposed to make life better for the children.
I found you searching for a jam, it was alesana, then I saw your pictures and I went 'damn'. you were so beautiful, and I knew you weren't harmful.
A boy had lots of friends, And he didn't follow any trends. His life without love had become so dim, Theres one word to describe him:
Part Of Me
Part of me still wants to be with her bad, another one is kind of glad. She was sometimes a witch, that is no lie, but I miss being her guy.
I Miss Her
I miss her, like a rich person fur. I miss her eyes,
There once was a boy, who switched schools and thought 'oh joy', was told he'd ecsape the drugs and pain, now he wonders who's to blame.
Where have all my friends gone? I lost so many, so soon. I sometimes think of the while looking at the moon, For many of them I long.
I hope that you can forgive me, you see how sorry I be. I know I've been a Jerk, I just have to work
The sun will shine without a Miss, even though I really do wish. I could hold her one last time, I would pay more than 700 dimes.
I Miss Her
I miss her,
like a rich person fur.
I miss her eyes,
more than the great blue skies.
I miss her beautiful hair,
nicer than the spring fair.