Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell

I killed Billy Mays.
I whispered his death sentence to my television,late one night.
The next day, Billy Mays had died.
It wasn't a curse.
It was, "Next thing you know you'll be dead"...and he was.There had been a quite a few deaths.

Another time,I slandered my neighbor. As my visitors laughed,I gave stories of his wild behavior.
He was usually drunk,and belligerent.
He was more than a little intrusive...if he could get his foot in the door,he just walked in...terribly nosy.
His screen door,wore his face print.
He meant well..he was...

I've sat here picking at old wounds for days...feeding the scabs to a flame that isn't even mine...I should have seen the signs.
I should've asked.
You look so sad.
It brings to mind a mugshot.
I didn't know you were imprisoned.
My screen couldn't tell me that your demons were raging...I couldn't imagine that your pain had taken the wheel..and started making plans for you.
Maybe I'm in denial...maybe I don't want to admit that you would do this.
I want to be mad at you...just like you would be mad at me...if I had ever hurt you...or myself...if only you...

The irony...
Those worried about
losing their guns
spout tag lines,
and proud slogans of freedom
from a cage of fear,and dread
all over steel and lead.  
 
(c) 2016 Jamers Mitchell

I'm burning bridges tonight because apparently that's what makes me tick...so bogged down in this status quo...the very thing that makes me sick...won't sleep...can't eat...I've tiptoed through a lifetime of lying down for everything...I'm tired and I'm done lying down...I have better delusions than this nightmare called life...all of which I'd rather believe...it's be brave or die time...it's never look back time...I'm scaring myself because I've never heard my mind click like this...I thought it was a loaded gun,not an ignition switch... but I'm feeling restless so I'll watch it all...