Poems from James Ducket
What do I want this year?
If you ask that question you musnt know me I fear
You should know what I want every year
But if you don't
I'd...
You stand there and look at me
As I bleed and am paralyzed with pain
Your darkness surrounding me
Choking the life out of me
Then you walk...
Who am i?
On the inside?
on the outside?
Or do you mean my instinct?
You must be specific
Because even now
I can't answer such a general...
We don't cry because we're sad
We cry because it's something we never had.
I could watch my happiest moments fly by
and I'd feel ignorant...
Is my impulse who I am?
or who I want to be?
Is it me?
Or is it my dream?
these things I want to do
are never new
they are old
they are a...