Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 11:40pm
16th Mar 2016 11:40pm
Makin' up for lost time
I coulda been tryin'
to take over my world
when I was fast asleep
losing all my sleep
gave my soul
to a soul on a screen
I could've been tellin'
all the bozos to eat shit
instead of letting it...
eat me.
to take over my world
when I was fast asleep
losing all my sleep
gave my soul
to a soul on a screen
I could've been tellin'
all the bozos to eat shit
instead of letting it...
eat me.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Mar 2016 11:38pm
16th Mar 2016 11:38pm
To the undead,apocalypse means... Life after death
These corpses revive.
Let's bring them to life.
There's a new world
to attack.
Now that their appetites
are back.
Brains!?
Screw that!
They want the whole thing.
Giving life to undead
children.
Reveling...
In the exposure of hearts,
and inner working parts.
Eatin' up the remains
of life...
without chains.
Let's bring them to life.
There's a new world
to attack.
Now that their appetites
are back.
Brains!?
Screw that!
They want the whole thing.
Giving life to undead
children.
Reveling...
In the exposure of hearts,
and inner working parts.
Eatin' up the remains
of life...
without chains.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2016 5:47am
16th Mar 2016 5:47am
Only dreams away
What if everything
was a dream away?
When I was a boy,
my night of dreams
were so vivid...
I'd awake in eager panic
looking for that toy,
that I only owned
in my sleep.
I would eventually
find reason, and resolve.
I just knew that,
"reality" wasn't involved.
Even if it was unreality,
it was mine to enjoy as I pleased.
My young heart
had created a way,
to enjoy having
what life never gave.
was a dream away?
When I was a boy,
my night of dreams
were so vivid...
I'd awake in eager panic
looking for that toy,
that I only owned
in my sleep.
I would eventually
find reason, and resolve.
I just knew that,
"reality" wasn't involved.
Even if it was unreality,
it was mine to enjoy as I pleased.
My young heart
had created a way,
to enjoy having
what life never gave.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Mar 2016 2:52am
16th Mar 2016 2:52am
Can I just say...
Chompin' at the bit
believe it or not
in restraints
chokin' on words
I'm dyin' to say
fightin' the urge to
tell it just like it is
no frills
but then again
no nervous chills
and that energy
keeps me on the path
towards a focus of bliss
a truth in a field
of neglect and myths
it's so quiet here
maybe a getaway
is needed
perhaps a long trip to
stop and give
the worlds largest
cracked egg a visit
a quick patch up
and a clarity of thought
believe it or not
in restraints
chokin' on words
I'm dyin' to say
fightin' the urge to
tell it just like it is
no frills
but then again
no nervous chills
and that energy
keeps me on the path
towards a focus of bliss
a truth in a field
of neglect and myths
it's so quiet here
maybe a getaway
is needed
perhaps a long trip to
stop and give
the worlds largest
cracked egg a visit
a quick patch up
and a clarity of thought
540 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Mar 2016 4:22am
15th Mar 2016 4:22am
A dragon comes up with a long term plan...to take over the world
My clutch is this talon
it may tear you.
That's involuntary
a survival instinct.
That's what a talon will do.
It tears into you.
It has to want to let you go.
I never do.
But I'm spittin' so much
fire down there...
I just want you
up here with me.
Above every cloud in the air.
Our flight can take us anywhere.
Just til it's safe.
Then blood and bones
will be our palace.
A mocking fist to the
forces that would hold you down.
Effigies of enemies
made into a castle fit for
a monster like me
to live in.
it may tear you.
That's involuntary
a survival instinct.
That's what a talon will do.
It tears into you.
It has to want to let you go.
I never do.
But I'm spittin' so much
fire down there...
I just want you
up here with me.
Above every cloud in the air.
Our flight can take us anywhere.
Just til it's safe.
Then blood and bones
will be our palace.
A mocking fist to the
forces that would hold you down.
Effigies of enemies
made into a castle fit for
a monster like me
to live in.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 4:20am
15th Mar 2016 4:20am
Be the demon beat the demon
Resurrection and Revival
in the heart land,
the dead have come to life.
They walk in the day
they wake in the night.
The ghosts have no interest
in pursuing any haunts.
Accepted fates drag them
back and forth...back and forth.
They'll never move on.
What's left of the demons
are all out to lunch.
It drives them mad...
the mockery.
Actin' like I'm just fine,
with what they do to me.
'Exploiting me exploiting you,
exploiting me'
is demon vs. demon mentality.
I adopt this philosophy,
in hopes that...
in the heart land,
the dead have come to life.
They walk in the day
they wake in the night.
The ghosts have no interest
in pursuing any haunts.
Accepted fates drag them
back and forth...back and forth.
They'll never move on.
What's left of the demons
are all out to lunch.
It drives them mad...
the mockery.
Actin' like I'm just fine,
with what they do to me.
'Exploiting me exploiting you,
exploiting me'
is demon vs. demon mentality.
I adopt this philosophy,
in hopes that...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2016 5:53pm
13th Mar 2016 5:53pm
Keeping qualm
My eyes wraparound
to see everything,
inside and outside of me.
Years of spectral observation,
coupled with isolation.
An introduction to self...
the workings of heavens and hells.
Self inflicted inventory
Truths and honesties.
I know all there is
to know about me.
I see adaptability
in hopeless negativity.
I adjust through time
a slither, or slide
when necessary.
Momentum and progress
are ALL to me.
I'll watch you fall
if you threaten me.
You may be...
to see everything,
inside and outside of me.
Years of spectral observation,
coupled with isolation.
An introduction to self...
the workings of heavens and hells.
Self inflicted inventory
Truths and honesties.
I know all there is
to know about me.
I see adaptability
in hopeless negativity.
I adjust through time
a slither, or slide
when necessary.
Momentum and progress
are ALL to me.
I'll watch you fall
if you threaten me.
You may be...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Mar 2016 8:20am
13th Mar 2016 8:20am
Sweet Home Eternity
Dreams are lost gifts,
left somewhere in the
shadows of Unending.
I saw it beckon me.
Maybe I should've went
a walk with Eternity.
I wish I missed it
the way it seemed
to miss me.
Sweet nothings
whispered from the
lips of Infinity...
wearing a friendly face
drawing me,with familiarity.
An unknown...
that wanted me back,
to where I've never been or left.
Wearing a trustworthy mask.
"Have dreams or
We will have you...
By surrender or by force ...
left somewhere in the
shadows of Unending.
I saw it beckon me.
Maybe I should've went
a walk with Eternity.
I wish I missed it
the way it seemed
to miss me.
Sweet nothings
whispered from the
lips of Infinity...
wearing a friendly face
drawing me,with familiarity.
An unknown...
that wanted me back,
to where I've never been or left.
Wearing a trustworthy mask.
"Have dreams or
We will have you...
By surrender or by force ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Mar 2016 8:52pm
12th Mar 2016 8:52pm
Imagined activity
I sometimes imagine that
inanimate objects have life.
That little jerk
at the end of the driveway,
always spittin' out bad news.
That big mouth in the kitchen,
keeps burning up my food.
The hammer tearing down a wall
sharing a kiss with a brick
that was tired of being fixed.
That tree that fell
relieved to be off of it's feet.
A moment of rest,finally free.
I sometimes see people,like this.
No action or taken risks
just a stump...takin' lumps.
God knows,I've been there
That's OK. ...
inanimate objects have life.
That little jerk
at the end of the driveway,
always spittin' out bad news.
That big mouth in the kitchen,
keeps burning up my food.
The hammer tearing down a wall
sharing a kiss with a brick
that was tired of being fixed.
That tree that fell
relieved to be off of it's feet.
A moment of rest,finally free.
I sometimes see people,like this.
No action or taken risks
just a stump...takin' lumps.
God knows,I've been there
That's OK. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Mar 2016 8:48pm
12th Mar 2016 8:48pm
Entrope
All these walls
must come down
I'm not letting my life
boil down to bricks
They only build things
to hold you in
And out of the blue
they just didn't have to
I can raze anything
that holds me back
It's a curse made of lack
of nothing,and everything
I cain't get no...
so what's to lose
I want more than this
for me and for you
Why is this acceptable
What makes the world quit
An endless cycle of paying bills
and losing yourself
just to get through it
I may be reckless as shit
But to...
must come down
I'm not letting my life
boil down to bricks
They only build things
to hold you in
And out of the blue
they just didn't have to
I can raze anything
that holds me back
It's a curse made of lack
of nothing,and everything
I cain't get no...
so what's to lose
I want more than this
for me and for you
Why is this acceptable
What makes the world quit
An endless cycle of paying bills
and losing yourself
just to get through it
I may be reckless as shit
But to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 3:57pm
11th Mar 2016 3:57pm
So that's why they call'em "Practices"
If you have this¹
And you have these¹
Diagnosis is this²
However this³ is an
anomalous factor
When this³ is present,with this¹
or these² ,as opposed to these¹
It cannot be this²...It's this⁴...probably
Thanks jerk
I came to you for answers
you handed me a riddle
an "I don't know...see you again"
With a "pay me" in the middle
Guinea pig me again
Mmm gimme pills
take my money,have my trust
swear to cure my ills
I didn't know that
snake on a stick
represented the practice ...
And you have these¹
Diagnosis is this²
However this³ is an
anomalous factor
When this³ is present,with this¹
or these² ,as opposed to these¹
It cannot be this²...It's this⁴...probably
Thanks jerk
I came to you for answers
you handed me a riddle
an "I don't know...see you again"
With a "pay me" in the middle
Guinea pig me again
Mmm gimme pills
take my money,have my trust
swear to cure my ills
I didn't know that
snake on a stick
represented the practice ...
496 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2016 6:49am
11th Mar 2016 6:49am
Beating the blues through intimidation and verbal abuse.
Lets turn that damn frown
upside down
Hang you by your toes
you asshole
Leave you to the rut
Pry open those eyes
Sew that mouth shut
You won't ever die
You won't ever sleep
There'll be no rest
You thought you were free
and couldn't be less
You made this mess
Wah!!...you're so depressed
Make up your mind
can't be everything
all the damn time
Glad
+
Sad
+
Stark
Raving
Mad
=
Confusion
And nobody cares
much for that
Walk it off
asswipe ...
upside down
Hang you by your toes
you asshole
Leave you to the rut
Pry open those eyes
Sew that mouth shut
You won't ever die
You won't ever sleep
There'll be no rest
You thought you were free
and couldn't be less
You made this mess
Wah!!...you're so depressed
Make up your mind
can't be everything
all the damn time
Glad
+
Sad
+
Stark
Raving
Mad
=
Confusion
And nobody cares
much for that
Walk it off
asswipe ...
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