Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2016 4:51am
6th Mar 2016 4:51am
The dissatisfied dreamer
Are you satisfied?
Why?
When has life
ever offered, too much?
Where can I get
me some of that?
When did it become a
compromise?
I remember mine.
Still burns me up inside.
Just a long line...
wasted time.
I'm not mad at myself
anymore.
I'm just done with
being dissatisfied.
The word is an ache.
A f--kin' plague.
A world that desires more
but is stopped from action,
based solely on being afraid.
A rejectable thing.
A useless trait.
You only have to believe ...
Why?
When has life
ever offered, too much?
Where can I get
me some of that?
When did it become a
compromise?
I remember mine.
Still burns me up inside.
Just a long line...
wasted time.
I'm not mad at myself
anymore.
I'm just done with
being dissatisfied.
The word is an ache.
A f--kin' plague.
A world that desires more
but is stopped from action,
based solely on being afraid.
A rejectable thing.
A useless trait.
You only have to believe ...
545 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2016 00:32am
6th Mar 2016 00:32am
Useful abuseful
Running low on fuel
reminds me of how empty
I am...reminds me of my needs.
Bout as useful as an empty tank.
But it I can hold almost anything.
Abuse me,misuse me.
Slap me silly,rough me up
and kick me in the teeth.
Just a reminder of something
real,anything to feel.
Read and react to nothing,
curse me hate me love me
shove me,bleed me all over the place
stab holes in my face.
Do anything,everything and then some.
I'm a ragdoll,a punching bag.
Gouge,and tear at your leisure.
Burn me with...
reminds me of how empty
I am...reminds me of my needs.
Bout as useful as an empty tank.
But it I can hold almost anything.
Abuse me,misuse me.
Slap me silly,rough me up
and kick me in the teeth.
Just a reminder of something
real,anything to feel.
Read and react to nothing,
curse me hate me love me
shove me,bleed me all over the place
stab holes in my face.
Do anything,everything and then some.
I'm a ragdoll,a punching bag.
Gouge,and tear at your leisure.
Burn me with...
610 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2016 7:03am
5th Mar 2016 7:03am
Negative Nellie
Just look at all of this
and say,bullsh-t
I just did
I'm having moments
where,I vomit at all of this
I'm sharing someone with
the entire world
that loathes himself
he can't imagine why
anyone would care
All he can talk about
is himself,it's all he knows
Like there's anything
of interest in there
Who gives two scoops
of poops
what this guy thinks
and say,bullsh-t
I just did
I'm having moments
where,I vomit at all of this
I'm sharing someone with
the entire world
that loathes himself
he can't imagine why
anyone would care
All he can talk about
is himself,it's all he knows
Like there's anything
of interest in there
Who gives two scoops
of poops
what this guy thinks
582 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2016 7:09pm
4th Mar 2016 7:09pm
All blue
I know,
I'm wearin' these blues
like a bruise.
My grin only hides a
grimace or two.
I'll never share my
absolute truth.
At least not
in plain view.
It's in these times
I look towards you.
I'm wearin' these blues
like a bruise.
My grin only hides a
grimace or two.
I'll never share my
absolute truth.
At least not
in plain view.
It's in these times
I look towards you.
534 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Mar 2016 7:16pm
3rd Mar 2016 7:16pm
Jamie Jones
Back when weed started
getting legalized,
a friend of mine,
was asking me questions about it.
Just by her line of questioning,
I could tell she was
trying to decipher whether I smoked,or not.
She was definitely feeling me out.
We hadn't ever discussed it.
I thought of this thing Mitch Hedburg had said.
My version was,"I used to smoke weed...I still do but...I used to...to."
I didn't say it,I only thought it.
Sometimes I amuse myself with
absurd thoughts and words,
it would seem. ...
getting legalized,
a friend of mine,
was asking me questions about it.
Just by her line of questioning,
I could tell she was
trying to decipher whether I smoked,or not.
She was definitely feeling me out.
We hadn't ever discussed it.
I thought of this thing Mitch Hedburg had said.
My version was,"I used to smoke weed...I still do but...I used to...to."
I didn't say it,I only thought it.
Sometimes I amuse myself with
absurd thoughts and words,
it would seem. ...
614 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 5:29am
3rd Mar 2016 5:29am
Bless this pess-imist
When dealing with pessimists,
there's not much you can do.
They won't believe their beauty...
'til they see it's reflection in you.
there's not much you can do.
They won't believe their beauty...
'til they see it's reflection in you.
647 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Mar 2016 5:26am
3rd Mar 2016 5:26am
If you want a war...
Always some remark outta you,
to set me off.
I'm not bowing down
to you anymore, Your Highness.
Who died,and made you Queen
of the realm,
of Passive/Aggressive Sh-theads?
Go ahead, you write your own bum checks
with your mouth.
I'll take out of my own account.
That attitude of yours is a reminder
of why I don't f--kin' care anymore.
You wanna burn bridges?
Wanna destroy a unit?
Knock yourself out.
I'm of the type that revels in fire.
I'll glory in it's pyre.
Just to rebuild a greater thing
out of...
to set me off.
I'm not bowing down
to you anymore, Your Highness.
Who died,and made you Queen
of the realm,
of Passive/Aggressive Sh-theads?
Go ahead, you write your own bum checks
with your mouth.
I'll take out of my own account.
That attitude of yours is a reminder
of why I don't f--kin' care anymore.
You wanna burn bridges?
Wanna destroy a unit?
Knock yourself out.
I'm of the type that revels in fire.
I'll glory in it's pyre.
Just to rebuild a greater thing
out of...
550 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2016 6:38pm
2nd Mar 2016 6:38pm
I,institutionalized
When fate tells you in your heart
That you're an executioner
You tend to behave like one
I was reminded...in conversation
Perhaps madness is,
too easily embraced
The truth is...
I'm just trying to wear a brave face
It's not a good luck charm
It's just all I've got...
To serve as food for thought
It's a fight that might,
tear me apart
The portrayal is negativity,
bled from a sick heart
I'm fine...
Just processing
That you're an executioner
You tend to behave like one
I was reminded...in conversation
Perhaps madness is,
too easily embraced
The truth is...
I'm just trying to wear a brave face
It's not a good luck charm
It's just all I've got...
To serve as food for thought
It's a fight that might,
tear me apart
The portrayal is negativity,
bled from a sick heart
I'm fine...
Just processing
624 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2016 5:40am
2nd Mar 2016 5:40am
The thing about Bukowski
Truly my favorite writer.
He was just the first poet,
that ever held any appeal for me.
Previously, I stuck with horror authors.
With poets,I felt that I was getting a real view of them personally.
With the horror guys,
I only ever felt inferior.
They're so damn smart.
Poetry,and prose granted more freedoms.
Just like any art.
No border,no problems.
I love the spontaneity.
Hell with it.
Save the edits for later,just belt it out.
That very moment,on record.
A living journal,
if you so choose to do...
He was just the first poet,
that ever held any appeal for me.
Previously, I stuck with horror authors.
With poets,I felt that I was getting a real view of them personally.
With the horror guys,
I only ever felt inferior.
They're so damn smart.
Poetry,and prose granted more freedoms.
Just like any art.
No border,no problems.
I love the spontaneity.
Hell with it.
Save the edits for later,just belt it out.
That very moment,on record.
A living journal,
if you so choose to do...
#CharlesBukowski
603 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Mar 2016 5:37am
2nd Mar 2016 5:37am
The thing
You're telling me,
I owe you something?
When did you earn such a thing?
What unkindness,
aren't you doing to me?
Because, I finally set myself free?
Remind me of your deeds.
We'll talk openly.
Feed your version to me.
Really make me believe.
Tell me again,
of all you've done for me
Say the thing,
that's always been a lie to me.
It's all about you,
and your victim mentality.
It destroys you,
a mental abuser.
Handing out rebuke...
to someone that's tired of misuse.
It's happening
Love the...
I owe you something?
When did you earn such a thing?
What unkindness,
aren't you doing to me?
Because, I finally set myself free?
Remind me of your deeds.
We'll talk openly.
Feed your version to me.
Really make me believe.
Tell me again,
of all you've done for me
Say the thing,
that's always been a lie to me.
It's all about you,
and your victim mentality.
It destroys you,
a mental abuser.
Handing out rebuke...
to someone that's tired of misuse.
It's happening
Love the...
469 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Mar 2016 9:24pm
1st Mar 2016 9:24pm
Unfiltered refusal
You want that filter...
The one that's gone,back in place?
You want this intensity,buried.
You want it outta' your face?
Not a chance,princess.
I'm not hangin' kisses on boots,anymore.
You threaten me?
There's the door.
I don't want you gone,
I just want you out of my way.
Don't step in front of a train,
barreling down...
Spittin' smoke,and flame.
That's a good way to get hurt.
You can't blame the train.
That's just how they work.
Stand aside.
Enjoy being spectator for awhile.
I've spun my wheels for so...
The one that's gone,back in place?
You want this intensity,buried.
You want it outta' your face?
Not a chance,princess.
I'm not hangin' kisses on boots,anymore.
You threaten me?
There's the door.
I don't want you gone,
I just want you out of my way.
Don't step in front of a train,
barreling down...
Spittin' smoke,and flame.
That's a good way to get hurt.
You can't blame the train.
That's just how they work.
Stand aside.
Enjoy being spectator for awhile.
I've spun my wheels for so...
612 reads
7 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Mar 2016 9:24pm
1st Mar 2016 9:24pm
A fiery hope
Hope is a flame
consuming me.
I never wanted
a cookie cutter life.
I wanted what my heroes had.
I wanted to live in a bus
and travel the earth.
I wanted to write
Fuck-you Letters
to the world,
and have it love me for doing so.
I'd lost my hope...
buried it long ago.
I couldn't find it...
but,hope is combustible,
flammable...fortunately.
All it took was one spark..
to ignite me.
A am a ball of fire...
nothing stands before me
that I...
consuming me.
I never wanted
a cookie cutter life.
I wanted what my heroes had.
I wanted to live in a bus
and travel the earth.
I wanted to write
Fuck-you Letters
to the world,
and have it love me for doing so.
I'd lost my hope...
buried it long ago.
I couldn't find it...
but,hope is combustible,
flammable...fortunately.
All it took was one spark..
to ignite me.
A am a ball of fire...
nothing stands before me
that I...
607 reads
7 Comments
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