Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2016 00:54am
13th Nov 2016 00:54am
The Wounded Axe
He chopped,then
he chopped
'til the axe handle
had popped.
Karma falling back
on good wood, just
doing it's job; a few
splinters more,for the floor.
And,the blood was,
just everywhere.
Jamie Mitchell
All rights reserved
he chopped
'til the axe handle
had popped.
Karma falling back
on good wood, just
doing it's job; a few
splinters more,for the floor.
And,the blood was,
just everywhere.
Jamie Mitchell
All rights reserved
480 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2016 6:49pm
8th Jun 2016 6:49pm
Solace
the only thing left
when all else fails-
find peace
with
what's found
in
the depths
of
yourself
-be it
your heaven
or
be it
your hell
when all else fails-
find peace
with
what's found
in
the depths
of
yourself
-be it
your heaven
or
be it
your hell
571 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2016 10:13pm
29th May 2016 10:13pm
Nouning verbs,and vice versa
My now-
is consumed
by [noun and nouns]
I think some of
my favorite words
are [ verbs]
But,now-
I want an [sting]
I done went-
and [Jamers'd] myself
-These [pieces] may vary,
over time.
is consumed
by [noun and nouns]
I think some of
my favorite words
are [ verbs]
But,now-
I want an [sting]
I done went-
and [Jamers'd] myself
-These [pieces] may vary,
over time.
643 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2016 6:04pm
27th May 2016 6:04pm
No strings but me
Here_
is no peace
Life [so-called]
at the end
of a broken
kite string
The best things
always break away-
-while I'm just
fallen- -frayed
.•
is no peace
Life [so-called]
at the end
of a broken
kite string
The best things
always break away-
-while I'm just
fallen- -frayed
.•
504 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 9:57pm
23rd May 2016 9:57pm
Winter's traits
It's in times like
these,
that I can see
everything.
Every missing
thing.
When times call
for warmth,
I dwell in Her ice
storms.
It just never occurs
to Winter
that some need
more than a
hard freeze.
That sun could still
shine through Her
frozen breeze
in the name
of love and mercy,
for a forsaken'n
weary world.
Winter holds no
interest in the
world's want for
warmth..she's a
season that's
come and gone-
these,
that I can see
everything.
Every missing
thing.
When times call
for warmth,
I dwell in Her ice
storms.
It just never occurs
to Winter
that some need
more than a
hard freeze.
That sun could still
shine through Her
frozen breeze
in the name
of love and mercy,
for a forsaken'n
weary world.
Winter holds no
interest in the
world's want for
warmth..she's a
season that's
come and gone-
612 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 9:48pm
23rd May 2016 9:48pm
Time served
....
Years from now
will you wish
I had stayed,
long after I
walk...
run away?
Your slap
won't find a more
suitable face.
....
I let you have all
of this,because
you taught me to
allow you to have it.
Who can deny,that
I was shaped by you,
just for this?
...
Thanks for always
sharing your worst
for my best.
The only good thing
you ever made,sits
in my chest.
..
So long,thanks for all
you've done for/to me.
You've always shown
me your racist heart.....
Years from now
will you wish
I had stayed,
long after I
walk...
run away?
Your slap
won't find a more
suitable face.
....
I let you have all
of this,because
you taught me to
allow you to have it.
Who can deny,that
I was shaped by you,
just for this?
...
Thanks for always
sharing your worst
for my best.
The only good thing
you ever made,sits
in my chest.
..
So long,thanks for all
you've done for/to me.
You've always shown
me your racist heart.....
558 reads
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd May 2016 3:17am
23rd May 2016 3:17am
Now-Uselessness
There's no wonder
I loathe myself.
My value is
that of
a punching bag
sittin on your shelf.
My life,my entire
world is
coming down..
to this.
Now I know why,
all I've ever wanted
is to run like a lemming;
to the sea,to drown.
My face is wet,and
where are you to
wipe the salt from
my tears into
my wounds?
That's right..you've no
use for wrecks until
you have one you'd
like to produce-
-a fuckin cliché
life of abuse;
thrown to the...
I loathe myself.
My value is
that of
a punching bag
sittin on your shelf.
My life,my entire
world is
coming down..
to this.
Now I know why,
all I've ever wanted
is to run like a lemming;
to the sea,to drown.
My face is wet,and
where are you to
wipe the salt from
my tears into
my wounds?
That's right..you've no
use for wrecks until
you have one you'd
like to produce-
-a fuckin cliché
life of abuse;
thrown to the...
549 reads
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2016 11:05pm
22nd May 2016 11:05pm
Disturb-ink thoughts
It's just all I have
to comfortably say.
Selfishly enjoyed acts
of expulsion; a burial
for unpleasant
emotions.
A good piss
and moan
can go a
long way;
sorrows turn
into
Resolve.
Keeps the head
wrapped in a
docile face.
I like to lock eyes
with the wolves
that tear at me;
this is my
howl of mockery
/and
/or
therapy.
to comfortably say.
Selfishly enjoyed acts
of expulsion; a burial
for unpleasant
emotions.
A good piss
and moan
can go a
long way;
sorrows turn
into
Resolve.
Keeps the head
wrapped in a
docile face.
I like to lock eyes
with the wolves
that tear at me;
this is my
howl of mockery
/and
/or
therapy.
514 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
20th May 2016 6:56pm
20th May 2016 6:56pm
I know_
_and it would
be okay,if you
were to just say.
I won't be angry,or
act in frustration..
Fact is,I can't wait
for the open line
of communication.
-Sometimes-
covert methods are
required to reveal the
truest of the truths.
So,I can't be mad at all,
when those methods
are thoughtfully
put to use.
Well,
you asked
if I know
And yeah,
I think so.
Also-
-it's time to
be brave
so,let's let some
of our fears go.
be okay,if you
were to just say.
I won't be angry,or
act in frustration..
Fact is,I can't wait
for the open line
of communication.
-Sometimes-
covert methods are
required to reveal the
truest of the truths.
So,I can't be mad at all,
when those methods
are thoughtfully
put to use.
Well,
you asked
if I know
And yeah,
I think so.
Also-
-it's time to
be brave
so,let's let some
of our fears go.
690 reads
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2016 8:18pm
16th May 2016 8:18pm
Heavy wait champ
In quandary-
my underpinnings
built on sight unseen.
Assured in
unreasonably
self confident
acuity;
the least likely version
of me to succeed.
Spinning plates
on sharpened
stakes;
one million and one
ways to slap a frown
on my face.
The pessimist,come
unglued;
my point of view.
Some things can't
be learned,they can
be stolen from you;
come stops,starts
or...
my underpinnings
built on sight unseen.
Assured in
unreasonably
self confident
acuity;
the least likely version
of me to succeed.
Spinning plates
on sharpened
stakes;
one million and one
ways to slap a frown
on my face.
The pessimist,come
unglued;
my point of view.
Some things can't
be learned,they can
be stolen from you;
come stops,starts
or...
596 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2016 10:49pm
15th May 2016 10:49pm
These melded vessels//Marriage of blood,bone,and fire
How often
are
twin flames
made?
In all of
infinite time,
in all of
endless space?
Much less,
to ever meet,
in the exact
same place?
Sharing
mutual
desires
and swirls
of majestic
pyres;
they share
their
dearest
needs.
Make
\
-Art-...
are
twin flames
made?
In all of
infinite time,
in all of
endless space?
Much less,
to ever meet,
in the exact
same place?
Sharing
mutual
desires
and swirls
of majestic
pyres;
they share
their
dearest
needs.
Make
\
-Art-...
551 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2016 10:52am
15th May 2016 10:52am
This is...
Holding you
so close,
your breath
touches my lips.
The (only) most
beautiful
essence
to bless me
with her caress.
With [in] you;
little trembles
and quivers,as
our spirits meet.
Our hearts beat
there too; beating
fresh holes into our
chests.
Always
and forever, ...
so close,
your breath
touches my lips.
The (only) most
beautiful
essence
to bless me
with her caress.
With [in] you;
little trembles
and quivers,as
our spirits meet.
Our hearts beat
there too; beating
fresh holes into our
chests.
Always
and forever, ...
550 reads
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