Born in 1977 and raised in Syracuse, N.Y. and the surrounding areas. James spent most of his high school and college years writing poetry instead of paying attention in class. Up until now this ambition and love of writing has lead him nowhere. However, he keeps trying to impress the world with his brand of confessional poetry. At the age of Twenty-one James moved to Las Vegas, N.V. where he chased his writing career from one menial job to another. Often times spending years alone and without inspiration, yet the poetry in him never died. a low grey ember that burned slowly and cold. Now the ember is aflame and cannot be quenched. look out because nothing will stop him now.
Unwanted by a profession, friends and loved ones,
Unimportant to the happiness, productivity and longevity,
Unneeded for passion, pleasure and love.
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She wants you as a candle,
Not as a light bulb in a lamp.
She wants to go to the drawer
And pull you out when
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Sing about how you're glad
To be alive, survive.
Don't admit that death entices,
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When I get this close to you
I can barely catch my breath
When you touch my hand,
The electricity skips my heart
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