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by JamesLee004

I used to feel free writing, now I feel scrutinized. Trapped. I continue to imprison myself by putting myself in certain positions in life. It's weighing on me....

1 Like | 0 comment | 4 views | General | July 2, 2020

"Where the blue heads go"

by JamesLee004

There is a place where the blue heads go, Fertile land so green and bright, A land yet blessed with snow, Blue heads dressed pristine in white, Fretful yet until night grows, Blue heads rest to feed and fight. ...

1 Like | 0 comment | 11 views | Poetry | June 30, 2020

"Fleet of Creativity"

by JamesLee004

Indeed it's been some time, Since we last spoke, Creativity has chose to flee me, Depression fills it's void to invoke, An everlasting sadness too dense to rhyme....

1 Like | 0 comment | 38 views | Poetry | June 12, 2020

"To whom it may concern"

by JamesLee004

Indeed these times are hard, and although the road is a long one It is our duty to remain vigilant, to keep our nose on the grindstone Be patient, love each other There will be opposers, there will be struggle Reform is far from close,...

1 Like | 0 comment | 29 views | Undefined | June 2, 2020

"The Stoic Notebook"

by JamesLee004

The stoic notebook, Oh so wise in all it's ways, Mute while I banter....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 34 views | Poetry | May 30, 2020

"A Mid-Spring Thought"

by JamesLee004

As time goes by Refusing to wave, Relevant to all that is. As the grass grows So do my bodies aches and moans, Yet I yearn a new day, A new suffering, As the trees grow old, Indeed will I, Surely as the night falls, The day will r...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 42 views | Poetry | May 29, 2020

"Funnybone"

by JamesLee004

Elbow met a chair, Never thought it would feel bad, The pain made me laugh....

1 Like | 0 comment | 41 views | Poetry | May 24, 2020

"A Furry Bunny Sort Of"

by JamesLee004

Ears askew, drink in hand A furry bunny sort of, His grip tightens, his smile widens...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 79 views | Poetry | May 21, 2020

"The Archetype"

by JamesLee004

To-and-fro, To-and fro Tattered worn, and dreary The ropes creak while the cold wind crows, Young men, blue and weary, Their hands they sway, Their feet they swing, To-and-fro, To-and-fro A Pirates life f...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 77 views | Poetry | May 19, 2020

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