Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 9:19pm
21st Apr 2016 9:19pm
Restless
Rest never finds
me fit for it's attention;
worthy of it's time.
You know, it coulda
just told me to take a hike;
coulda told me to fuck off.
I'd have done it,already.
Instead,I'm sittin' here
feedin' my hopes to it;
that one day it'll come
back around.
*Insomnia leaves little room
to escape from the day to day.
me fit for it's attention;
worthy of it's time.
You know, it coulda
just told me to take a hike;
coulda told me to fuck off.
I'd have done it,already.
Instead,I'm sittin' here
feedin' my hopes to it;
that one day it'll come
back around.
*Insomnia leaves little room
to escape from the day to day.
563 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2016 7:09am
20th Apr 2016 7:09am
Synchronicity/Super-symmetry?; Fates beautiful leash
The eyes of our souls,
stare so close|they almost touch;
doing a sort of slow dance with
you,In Some Majestic COSMIC Mirror|
and just like that,my love..we found one another.
Let's clean this blood|| let's wipe
these bloody tears
from each other's eyes?
I only ask that you never change.
Stay the way I found you,so Pure
in soul [You just don't know,tis so]
Heart pumps pure rivers of love.
Strong and courageous in word.
We can choose to bleed all over again,...
stare so close|they almost touch;
doing a sort of slow dance with
you,In Some Majestic COSMIC Mirror|
and just like that,my love..we found one another.
Let's clean this blood|| let's wipe
these bloody tears
from each other's eyes?
I only ask that you never change.
Stay the way I found you,so Pure
in soul [You just don't know,tis so]
Heart pumps pure rivers of love.
Strong and courageous in word.
We can choose to bleed all over again,...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 9:02pm
16th Apr 2016 9:02pm
Unbecoming
Become undone";
is a chant
that I use,in hopes
of prying myself loose.
There's no use;
throw me a line,
throw me a noose.
There are those,that seek
my life; that I may fade away.
"If only you could swallow it;
if you could only bottle it."
I'm accustomed to this,
in every possible way.
Perhaps, this is the course
of action to take.
And then...
When it's my time,
and my heart
finally gives way,
I'll revive this memory
just to go out,
with a smile on my face.
is a chant
that I use,in hopes
of prying myself loose.
There's no use;
throw me a line,
throw me a noose.
There are those,that seek
my life; that I may fade away.
"If only you could swallow it;
if you could only bottle it."
I'm accustomed to this,
in every possible way.
Perhaps, this is the course
of action to take.
And then...
When it's my time,
and my heart
finally gives way,
I'll revive this memory
just to go out,
with a smile on my face.
484 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 6:09am
16th Apr 2016 6:09am
Voyage
If this is "lost"...I accept.
All these demons,with
fingers so wet.(my blood)
It's cold; I brought
fire of my own.(my love)
It's dark; I march into
the unknown.(in hope)
My quest is a test;
absent of provision,
or peaceful rest.(alone)
If my steps bring me
to a sea,I'll build a ship;
I'll climb peaks,to survey
the land,from their tips.
I'll never stall; to turn
back,or stop would be
the worst defeat of them all.
All these demons,with
fingers so wet.(my blood)
It's cold; I brought
fire of my own.(my love)
It's dark; I march into
the unknown.(in hope)
My quest is a test;
absent of provision,
or peaceful rest.(alone)
If my steps bring me
to a sea,I'll build a ship;
I'll climb peaks,to survey
the land,from their tips.
I'll never stall; to turn
back,or stop would be
the worst defeat of them all.
427 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 4:21am
11th Apr 2016 4:21am
Rein in blood
My thoughts're
oft'n jolt'd,
like smackin'
the side of
an old t.v. set.
Always
changes
comin',
when the
picture snaps
into focus.
The image is,
all of the cogs
in this machine
fallin' into place.
Several adjustments
should be made.
If only for head,
health and
heart's sake.
A change of pace,
maybe some new
ways to say some
new things to say?
Maybe I could
stop bleeding the
same ol' wounds
all over the place?
oft'n jolt'd,
like smackin'
the side of
an old t.v. set.
Always
changes
comin',
when the
picture snaps
into focus.
The image is,
all of the cogs
in this machine
fallin' into place.
Several adjustments
should be made.
If only for head,
health and
heart's sake.
A change of pace,
maybe some new
ways to say some
new things to say?
Maybe I could
stop bleeding the
same ol' wounds
all over the place?
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 00:31am
11th Apr 2016 00:31am
I follow...
a distant star.
An emerald...so bright.
Shattering my dark,
and solitary nights.
I've no road map.
There're no street lights.
I follow...
because it's the most
brilliant star hanging in
the sky, in my eyes.
I've lived by night for
years,without light.
I follow...
and for the first time in my life,
putting in the miles is an
activity that's worthwhile.
So what if direction and
destination, are up in the air?
I'm not inclined to care,
having spent so many years
going absolutely nowhere.
Willing to go ...
An emerald...so bright.
Shattering my dark,
and solitary nights.
I've no road map.
There're no street lights.
I follow...
because it's the most
brilliant star hanging in
the sky, in my eyes.
I've lived by night for
years,without light.
I follow...
and for the first time in my life,
putting in the miles is an
activity that's worthwhile.
So what if direction and
destination, are up in the air?
I'm not inclined to care,
having spent so many years
going absolutely nowhere.
Willing to go ...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 6:48pm
30th Mar 2016 6:48pm
Usurpless
The supplanter has a land to possess
a kingdom of void,and unrest.
His eyes see
enviable lands in the east.
(Needless and pristine)
Lands in dire need
send invitations from the west.
(Thinking a new king would be best)
The old tyrant has no interest.
There's a name for a
usurper,forced to rest
in his mess...
Useless.
a kingdom of void,and unrest.
His eyes see
enviable lands in the east.
(Needless and pristine)
Lands in dire need
send invitations from the west.
(Thinking a new king would be best)
The old tyrant has no interest.
There's a name for a
usurper,forced to rest
in his mess...
Useless.
609 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 8:42pm
21st Mar 2016 8:42pm
It's only bread,you peckerheads
I watched birds battle for a piece of bread.
The flutter of wings and pecks,
producing a pile of crumbs.
I thought, "You idiots, if you'd have worked
together you might've had something left."
All of that violence over bread
turned to crumbs.
I'm gonna make some toast instead.
The flutter of wings and pecks,
producing a pile of crumbs.
I thought, "You idiots, if you'd have worked
together you might've had something left."
All of that violence over bread
turned to crumbs.
I'm gonna make some toast instead.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 8:41pm
21st Mar 2016 8:41pm
A modern depiction of a Phoenix
Spontaneous combustion
the power of a spark
made in the human heart
An above natural event
fire consumed until spent
Ashes from inside to out
were gathered and blended
with water,toning it down
a new paint is rendered
You may now produce art
straight from the heart
Something to truly put
yourself into
A reflection of you.
the power of a spark
made in the human heart
An above natural event
fire consumed until spent
Ashes from inside to out
were gathered and blended
with water,toning it down
a new paint is rendered
You may now produce art
straight from the heart
Something to truly put
yourself into
A reflection of you.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Mar 2016 7:42am
20th Mar 2016 7:42am
Howling mockery at demons just to make sweet music together
A night of demonic mockery
a day of mockery in return.
From me
Pull and release
push and tease
Tempt and taunt
I don't care
I've already established
that demons aren't always
the worst companions
Sometimes I need an ear
to put my rage in
We can fight all the time,
asshole.I don't mind,
making an example of you
or myself.
a day of mockery in return.
From me
Pull and release
push and tease
Tempt and taunt
I don't care
I've already established
that demons aren't always
the worst companions
Sometimes I need an ear
to put my rage in
We can fight all the time,
asshole.I don't mind,
making an example of you
or myself.
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Mar 2016 4:55am
19th Mar 2016 4:55am
A kind heel to the throat of an old dog
Obedient dogs...
Do
not
speak.
They stay..
There are hoops
to leap
A life of
used time...and
sadly,
unused sleep.
This dog eats dog
because,
we are what we eat.
Do
not
speak.
They stay..
There are hoops
to leap
A life of
used time...and
sadly,
unused sleep.
This dog eats dog
because,
we are what we eat.
580 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Mar 2016 4:43am
19th Mar 2016 4:43am
Bang
Most of the time,I'm talking to you.
The rest of the time,like you're
right there in the room.
You gave birth,you gave life
to much more than nouns and verbs.
You absolutely rule this entire universe.
You spoke me into existence
in a time,and times past.
Without you at the source
there's nothing but a dark mass.
Did you not know that you could
blow something wide open?
That blood pours for you
just to show you it's proportions?
The way you made it.
Any way you shade it.
The glory is yours.
The pleasure is mine.
You're...
The rest of the time,like you're
right there in the room.
You gave birth,you gave life
to much more than nouns and verbs.
You absolutely rule this entire universe.
You spoke me into existence
in a time,and times past.
Without you at the source
there's nothing but a dark mass.
Did you not know that you could
blow something wide open?
That blood pours for you
just to show you it's proportions?
The way you made it.
Any way you shade it.
The glory is yours.
The pleasure is mine.
You're...
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