Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2016 8:43pm
13th May 2016 8:43pm
Or not
What to say
at the end
of no certain day
they're all the
same thing anyway
a few letters in
the names change
of course you
know I'm a liar
so predictable
I'll probably call this
something vague and
two//faced
or something about fire.
at the end
of no certain day
they're all the
same thing anyway
a few letters in
the names change
of course you
know I'm a liar
so predictable
I'll probably call this
something vague and
two//faced
or something about fire.
543 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th May 2016 4:37am
10th May 2016 4:37am
Send a slaughter-Night Gallery
In daydream's wake,
was your face
screaming in
twisted rage..
"My flattery is your battery?!"
Your hand
melted into
my chest
like it had
never left
"It flatters me to batter thee!!"
You spit
blood
and
syllables
at me; you squeeze
Eyes black and endless..
void; little campfires
burning in the deep
Your eyes were caverns-
I could've fallen into you.
-oh,but
that was
days ago.
was your face
screaming in
twisted rage..
"My flattery is your battery?!"
Your hand
melted into
my chest
like it had
never left
"It flatters me to batter thee!!"
You spit
blood
and
syllables
at me; you squeeze
Eyes black and endless..
void; little campfires
burning in the deep
Your eyes were caverns-
I could've fallen into you.
-oh,but
that was
days ago.
645 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th May 2016 6:07pm
7th May 2016 6:07pm
Life,and it's fangs
I used
to carry
around a
dictionary
to read;
I'd try to
dissect life's
meaning.
I found only
uneasy reading.
-Life
is too much,
it's everything and
anything that our
beings touch.
-But,
it's never enough.
-And,
that's the stuff
that vicious cycles
are made of.
•Life redefined,
by a downer
to carry
around a
dictionary
to read;
I'd try to
dissect life's
meaning.
I found only
uneasy reading.
-Life
is too much,
it's everything and
anything that our
beings touch.
-But,
it's never enough.
-And,
that's the stuff
that vicious cycles
are made of.
•Life redefined,
by a downer
561 reads
8 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2016 11:42pm
2nd May 2016 11:42pm
Gimme rain,I approve it.
Summer is,
mid slumber-
warm and waiting.
Spring spins a
web of moist
strings.
[lies]
Everything is
much to dry;
it only appears
that rain has
fallen.
[Lies]
Send Summer's rains,
let this land be razed;
pummel and batter
this place.
:::::::::::::
Twisters ...
... Hurricanes
:::::::::::::::::
Days of rain,to cleanse
and renew;
starting from scratch,
if that's what one
must do.
mid slumber-
warm and waiting.
Spring spins a
web of moist
strings.
[lies]
Everything is
much to dry;
it only appears
that rain has
fallen.
[Lies]
Send Summer's rains,
let this land be razed;
pummel and batter
this place.
:::::::::::::
Twisters ...
... Hurricanes
:::::::::::::::::
Days of rain,to cleanse
and renew;
starting from scratch,
if that's what one
must do.
491 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 11:00pm
28th Apr 2016 11:00pm
The drowsy dragon//a gospel truth
This feeling
is that rest
will greet me
this night;
this is true
just the same,
for my appetite.
Let this feeling stay,
let this feeling last.
Of course it will..
of course..
I can't let myself
forget,not again.
That there is peace
in the valley of the
shadow of death.
That is,if blood
and bone
sounds comfy
for building a castle,
a place of rest;
a dragon's nest.
is that rest
will greet me
this night;
this is true
just the same,
for my appetite.
Let this feeling stay,
let this feeling last.
Of course it will..
of course..
I can't let myself
forget,not again.
That there is peace
in the valley of the
shadow of death.
That is,if blood
and bone
sounds comfy
for building a castle,
a place of rest;
a dragon's nest.
526 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2016 11:54pm
27th Apr 2016 11:54pm
Sickened humiliative
_See
A leper
made of concrete
repulsion-the epitome
A miracle-It speaks...
_Hear
Spouting
promises of life
Pouting
it's fevered lips
_Feel
Like I would throw myself
in the dirt,and stay down
there with it
_Now
Coated in grime,and filth
Given to spill
Will-filled words on an
already sickened world
_just
A perversion
of martyrdom
Calling every eye,and ear
to see,and hear it's own
so called "sins"
And...
A leper
made of concrete
repulsion-the epitome
A miracle-It speaks...
_Hear
Spouting
promises of life
Pouting
it's fevered lips
_Feel
Like I would throw myself
in the dirt,and stay down
there with it
_Now
Coated in grime,and filth
Given to spill
Will-filled words on an
already sickened world
_just
A perversion
of martyrdom
Calling every eye,and ear
to see,and hear it's own
so called "sins"
And...
452 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 00:54am
26th Apr 2016 00:54am
A most unusual beast
She stared directly at
the beast; she pointed
a finger,and screamed
"You do not exist!"
But,it did..so it hid.
Finding it's home
in shadows,and every
dark and mournful thing.
Feeding itself
on the torments
that night always brings.
Once spotted by trained
eyes,who exclaimed,
"You're sick!"
These professionals
were experts in
every aspect;
highly regarded,
in every respect.
But...
the truth is,they knew
half of it.
They knew only half
of this Hell.
It's image is...
the beast; she pointed
a finger,and screamed
"You do not exist!"
But,it did..so it hid.
Finding it's home
in shadows,and every
dark and mournful thing.
Feeding itself
on the torments
that night always brings.
Once spotted by trained
eyes,who exclaimed,
"You're sick!"
These professionals
were experts in
every aspect;
highly regarded,
in every respect.
But...
the truth is,they knew
half of it.
They knew only half
of this Hell.
It's image is...
585 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2016 10:36am
24th Apr 2016 10:36am
Roulette perks-edit
Six little clicks;
so far,I count five.
One more pull,I die.
It's not suicide;
it's going out alive,
like it's my first and
last time.
It could have been you;
now you...
at least you,
get to watch me die.
Good game.
*Bang*
so far,I count five.
One more pull,I die.
It's not suicide;
it's going out alive,
like it's my first and
last time.
It could have been you;
now you...
at least you,
get to watch me die.
Good game.
*Bang*
551 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2016 6:57pm
23rd Apr 2016 6:57pm
This is the truth
Is there any surprise
that this mood fits me
like an old shoe?
I think there's something
terribly wrong,when your
angst leaves you.
I'll not be satisfied; I'll
not admit to being
pacified, that would be
an unjustifiable lie.
Now..
There are beautiful scenes,
played out before my eyes;
this spring breeze, this pristine
neon blue sky.
I could speak about all of these
wonderful things,
like that kind of thing
hasn't been done
a few million times.
This would not be true,
to my heart,so blue....
that this mood fits me
like an old shoe?
I think there's something
terribly wrong,when your
angst leaves you.
I'll not be satisfied; I'll
not admit to being
pacified, that would be
an unjustifiable lie.
Now..
There are beautiful scenes,
played out before my eyes;
this spring breeze, this pristine
neon blue sky.
I could speak about all of these
wonderful things,
like that kind of thing
hasn't been done
a few million times.
This would not be true,
to my heart,so blue....
506 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 7:39pm
22nd Apr 2016 7:39pm
Gripped
My blood is a roaring boil.
I've tried..I've tried to stifle
this thing,that can only be
described as some sort of
sickness; I can't shake this
possession.
It scares me that it won't release.
I've been mad at it;
I spit,I throw dirt at it.
It's never had a slip
of it's grip.
I usually bitch and complain,
paint on a fuckin smile;
and wander aimlessly,
gripping tight to the grip,
that's squeezing the life
right out of me.
I've tried..I've tried to stifle
this thing,that can only be
described as some sort of
sickness; I can't shake this
possession.
It scares me that it won't release.
I've been mad at it;
I spit,I throw dirt at it.
It's never had a slip
of it's grip.
I usually bitch and complain,
paint on a fuckin smile;
and wander aimlessly,
gripping tight to the grip,
that's squeezing the life
right out of me.
451 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 7:23pm
22nd Apr 2016 7:23pm
High and low
My angst came crashing back,
I've bitten my lip,bloody.
Is this my fault,to be torn
back and forth?Is there any
wonder,I don't know what
to think?I don't know what
I'm worth.
The lost stay that way,due
to lack of information.
They have no clue,as to how
they should move; I feel
this too.
I move in one direction,thinking
today will be the day,a sign perhaps,that I'm going the right way; frustration in a failed
hoped redirects my path.
Everything looks the same.
I'm lost in this place.
I can only hope to wander...
I've bitten my lip,bloody.
Is this my fault,to be torn
back and forth?Is there any
wonder,I don't know what
to think?I don't know what
I'm worth.
The lost stay that way,due
to lack of information.
They have no clue,as to how
they should move; I feel
this too.
I move in one direction,thinking
today will be the day,a sign perhaps,that I'm going the right way; frustration in a failed
hoped redirects my path.
Everything looks the same.
I'm lost in this place.
I can only hope to wander...
579 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 9:24pm
21st Apr 2016 9:24pm
Fates entwined
As I sat pondering
the landscape before me,
an outstretched hand
was pulling me from the dirt;
somehow pulled me up,
heartfirst.
From out of nowhere,
a soul sent
to clean my wounds;
a heart that needs
it's own healing,too.
Something, I would
be honored to do.
A glorious bond began.
I met a new,and
remarkable friend.
We can walk it off.
In everything,we can
walk one another through.
Loneliness is something,
we'll no longer have to do.
the landscape before me,
an outstretched hand
was pulling me from the dirt;
somehow pulled me up,
heartfirst.
From out of nowhere,
a soul sent
to clean my wounds;
a heart that needs
it's own healing,too.
Something, I would
be honored to do.
A glorious bond began.
I met a new,and
remarkable friend.
We can walk it off.
In everything,we can
walk one another through.
Loneliness is something,
we'll no longer have to do.
511 reads
3 Comments
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