James Blake Beene

(Originally written in teen years ’95-01) Their comments contradict each other They say one thing Then, they say another As I hop in pain from foot to foot They watch and laugh at my misfortunes “read more…”

(Originally written in teen years ’95-01) Striving for perfection. Praying for protection. Lost hopes and shattered dreams, unraveling at the seams. Drowning in my tears. Running from my fears. Pushing all the way. Yet surviving through each day. “read more…”

((Originally written in teen years ’95-01) Guardian Angel, where are you? In my dying day will you shine through? Please appear before my eyes. Reveal yourself from that disguise. In times that I was needy When I needed a little care You don’t know how much I wanted, Just to know that you were there. […] “read more…”

(Originally written in teen years ’95-01) What else can I do to make you proud? Because I’m obviously disappointing you. I try my hardest to bring sunshine to your day. Yet I’m only bringing you gloom. I know you didn’t want me, But I’m here and you’ll just have to deal, And if this is […] “read more…”

(Originally written in teen years ’95-01) Dancing in the daytime. Flickering with candle light. Although they’ll never shine or glow, They prance in the moonlight. Followers of others. Yet often they can grow. Shadows seem to know something, That others just don’t know. Hiding in the darkness. Rising with the sun. Shadows maintain mystery, A […] “read more…”

(Originally written in teen years ’95-01) Frozen tears, sorrows Don’t live your life tomorrow Lead, do not follow “read more…”

(Originally published in Star Dust in the Morning, edited by Anne Jacobs, The National Library of Poetry, 1998, pp 119.) Death, like a plague striking man at any given time. We rise spiritually in hopes of moving on to a better place, a sinless savior’s paradise, a heaven built on faith. Then there are who […] “read more…”

(Originally published in Voices Along the River: The 1999 San Antonio Poetry Fair, edited by Valerie Martin Bailey, pp. 65-66.) Life is a tragic tale of trials and tribulations. Yet, we go about these lives, and try to deal with our frustrations. Happiness, though uncommon, is a miracle to behold. Those who do obtain it, […] “read more…”

(Originally published in A Time to be Free, by Quill Books, March 1999, pg. 114) I feel the icy breath of death on my shoulder. A chill runs down my spine. My stomach churns. My body burns. I’m dying within time. “read more…”

(Originally published in New Millenium Poets, edited by Lavender Aurora, Famous Poets Society, 2002, pp. 40)  Awakened on each morning to a harsh reality The fantasy is over A dream is just a dream As I look into the mirror Disappointment I do feel The image I had imagined Just isn’t staring back at me […] “read more…”