James Gatz About Me Page at Helium

My passion is ...

Truth.

I know too much about ...

People and life.

My parents always told me ...

Stand up for what you believe and be damned the consequence.

My childhood ambition ...

To do everything.

My favorite memory ...

Working in the garden with my grandfather.

Why I write ...

I honestly don't know, but I feel it's important that I do.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Esquire Magazine and National Public Radio

My first job ...

flipping burgers

My best moment ...

The day I started to think for myself.

My inspiration ...

Hope.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Only memories: 12 of 33

I look inside and see the memories, caged like animals they fight to be lose. With insatiable fangs, my soul devoured, is this my personal truth. The observers look at this and pass on by with a smile. They think this will be entertaining for awhile. As my sorrow looks upon the crowd,I wonder what they would say if they knew how. But as that is not the case, I resign myself to keep things the same way. Is this my destiny, is this my punishment? Where did i get lost, why did i lose the path? Am i meant to carry these animals for ever, or will i someday be allowed to pa...
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