Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Mar 2016 1:58am
1st Mar 2016 1:58am
Guts as gifts...and skin of teeth
Smilin' ain't nothin'...
just skin,and teeth.
The words are symbolic
of a narrow escape
it means you made it
Though,you lost everything
except the smile on your face
to me anyway
You have what's inside
but that isn't much
Entrails,and blood
Organs,and guts
Guts are good for going to war
not as a gift
they leave messy floors
That's just no good...
Nobody wants to see that
Keep'em to yourself...
You can't take'em back.
just skin,and teeth.
The words are symbolic
of a narrow escape
it means you made it
Though,you lost everything
except the smile on your face
to me anyway
You have what's inside
but that isn't much
Entrails,and blood
Organs,and guts
Guts are good for going to war
not as a gift
they leave messy floors
That's just no good...
Nobody wants to see that
Keep'em to yourself...
You can't take'em back.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2016 1:55am
1st Mar 2016 1:55am
Imaginary abuse
A thumb in the eye to that guy
A smack to those hung up on crack
A boot to the suit with the loot
A fist to the chin of all the men
A slap for the flap,and then talkin' crap
Atom bombs dropped on moms
and their kids and their qualms
Give that cop a couple of pops
Beat the Pope with a soap on a rope
Hang all the gangs...
take their thangs that go bang
Shoot a politician...slug an obstetrician...make beating everything, your lifetime mission
Do it for kicks...do it for fun
Do it to yourself,for everyone
A smack to those hung up on crack
A boot to the suit with the loot
A fist to the chin of all the men
A slap for the flap,and then talkin' crap
Atom bombs dropped on moms
and their kids and their qualms
Give that cop a couple of pops
Beat the Pope with a soap on a rope
Hang all the gangs...
take their thangs that go bang
Shoot a politician...slug an obstetrician...make beating everything, your lifetime mission
Do it for kicks...do it for fun
Do it to yourself,for everyone
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Feb 2016 4:33pm
29th Feb 2016 4:33pm
The Rut
My norms began to die at the urging of an elder punk rocker..a long damn time ago.
"Do what no one else does" seemed like the ultimate act of defiance for someone sick and tired of anything remotely "normal."
Society was a failure to me even back then.What the hell do these people know about me?..Why would I want to be acceptable to them?
Some hypocrisies are rebellion,by the way...thanks for the reminder...crimethinc.
A guide for life,and all punk things.
I feel much better...when I slide into personal contradiction...a trap set by...
"Do what no one else does" seemed like the ultimate act of defiance for someone sick and tired of anything remotely "normal."
Society was a failure to me even back then.What the hell do these people know about me?..Why would I want to be acceptable to them?
Some hypocrisies are rebellion,by the way...thanks for the reminder...crimethinc.
A guide for life,and all punk things.
I feel much better...when I slide into personal contradiction...a trap set by...
710 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Feb 2016 4:24pm
29th Feb 2016 4:24pm
A Clockwork Orange is the new black
I want the droogs to beat me with sticks
Bowler hats,and vicious kicks
Put those little metal things on my eyes
Show me every image of my life
Wash this pain right out of my head
Cleanse the thought that wants me dead
Can't see it all working,there's something I lack
A mind turning gray,and a heart turning black
Bowler hats,and vicious kicks
Put those little metal things on my eyes
Show me every image of my life
Wash this pain right out of my head
Cleanse the thought that wants me dead
Can't see it all working,there's something I lack
A mind turning gray,and a heart turning black
700 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2016 8:36pm
28th Feb 2016 8:36pm
Cooties
When I was a boy,the television taught me all I knew.I absorbed everything I saw,and heard.Comedy was my modis operandi.I'd entertain with impersonations or jokes,etc.
If a line got laughs on TV,I assumed it was good enough to use.Many times,I was wrong.I would hurt feelings with jabs, that I couldn't have known were insensitive.Or I would unwittingly embarrass myself.
At a family dinner,I once shouted,"Honk if you're horny!"...I'd heard that on TV.
After a few moments,the room exploded with a hearty burst of yucks. My giant smile was squashed,when I realised that I was...
If a line got laughs on TV,I assumed it was good enough to use.Many times,I was wrong.I would hurt feelings with jabs, that I couldn't have known were insensitive.Or I would unwittingly embarrass myself.
At a family dinner,I once shouted,"Honk if you're horny!"...I'd heard that on TV.
After a few moments,the room exploded with a hearty burst of yucks. My giant smile was squashed,when I realised that I was...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2016 8:08pm
28th Feb 2016 8:08pm
Baby Bird
I was reading heartfelt words,
about baby birds.
The comparison,was to the human heart.
The source will remain secret
Mine to hold sacred.
The beauty wasn't lost on me
It revealed the author's heart,
to be the subject.
If my discernments,are to be trusted.
A delicate, and bruised thing
Still stronger than I had ever seen.
A touching sentiment,
that read like a sigh to the heavens.
Either way,I found peace...
knowing that there was real beauty out there.
Something of which I'd heard,
But,until that...
about baby birds.
The comparison,was to the human heart.
The source will remain secret
Mine to hold sacred.
The beauty wasn't lost on me
It revealed the author's heart,
to be the subject.
If my discernments,are to be trusted.
A delicate, and bruised thing
Still stronger than I had ever seen.
A touching sentiment,
that read like a sigh to the heavens.
Either way,I found peace...
knowing that there was real beauty out there.
Something of which I'd heard,
But,until that...
535 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:13am
28th Feb 2016 5:13am
Killing me
I don't have a death wish...and I'm not dyin' yet.
Have you ever noticed how versatile these two words are?...Killing Me.
-My back is killing me-Denotes pain.
-Stop it,you're killing me-You're one funny asshole.
-Cigarettes are killing me-Recognition of a doom,self inflicted.
-These kids are killing me-Mild annoyance,or so much love you'd die for them.
-This insomnia is killing me-Discomfort.
-The anticipation is killing me-Eager impatience,to the point of sickness.
Finally,
-Life is killing me-Desperation,disappointment....
Have you ever noticed how versatile these two words are?...Killing Me.
-My back is killing me-Denotes pain.
-Stop it,you're killing me-You're one funny asshole.
-Cigarettes are killing me-Recognition of a doom,self inflicted.
-These kids are killing me-Mild annoyance,or so much love you'd die for them.
-This insomnia is killing me-Discomfort.
-The anticipation is killing me-Eager impatience,to the point of sickness.
Finally,
-Life is killing me-Desperation,disappointment....
695 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2016 5:08am
28th Feb 2016 5:08am
Rebellion
In my younger years,my father drove an old truck.It was light blue,not quite powder...but nowhere near navy.The bed was made up of wooden planks..This idea fascinates the hell out of me..I guess because everything is so plastic,and polished these days.
I loved to ride back there.This was an age when adults were allowed to let their children ride in the bed of trucks...a summertime favorite.
As trivial as that sounds,it is one of my favorite childhood memories...right up there with picking honeysuckles,or destroying every toy we could get our hands on,along with my brother.
My...
I loved to ride back there.This was an age when adults were allowed to let their children ride in the bed of trucks...a summertime favorite.
As trivial as that sounds,it is one of my favorite childhood memories...right up there with picking honeysuckles,or destroying every toy we could get our hands on,along with my brother.
My...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Feb 2016 10:05am
27th Feb 2016 10:05am
My friend,misery
I'll throw away the cure
just so this feeling never dies...
It's real..I know it...
The first time in my life,
I've been truly alive
and it's killing me.
I'll throw my heart into a void
in hopes it finds a recipient...
a blurb of soul..
to combat indifference
and misery..is that friend that
just won't go home
until you stop feeding him.
So we'll stay in this cabin,
this comfort of madness.
A life of nothing...just hard work
and absolute nonsense.
I want to retire here.
I'll write you...
just so this feeling never dies...
It's real..I know it...
The first time in my life,
I've been truly alive
and it's killing me.
I'll throw my heart into a void
in hopes it finds a recipient...
a blurb of soul..
to combat indifference
and misery..is that friend that
just won't go home
until you stop feeding him.
So we'll stay in this cabin,
this comfort of madness.
A life of nothing...just hard work
and absolute nonsense.
I want to retire here.
I'll write you...
745 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Feb 2016 4:36am
27th Feb 2016 4:36am
Doubt
To you...it's marginalized shit
just spit from a wet blanket...
who had to sew a mouth onto itself
your feet might get wet
so put on your boots
your forecast calls for cloudy
with a chance of bullshit
but two things I despise in this life
are weathermen...and con artists.
just spit from a wet blanket...
who had to sew a mouth onto itself
your feet might get wet
so put on your boots
your forecast calls for cloudy
with a chance of bullshit
but two things I despise in this life
are weathermen...and con artists.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Feb 2016 6:07pm
26th Feb 2016 6:07pm
Booger
Booger
Years ago...
some year I can't recall,
my wife and I were
returning some videos.
She was at the wheel,
I sat in passenger.
I was in my own little world somewhere,not even listening
as she relayed something that
was important to her,to me.
I'm sure I was wrapped in
egotism and vanity,
some anarchistic thought
about the world; like it's not
good enough for me.
Some bullshit like that.
A real punk,and not even a good one.
I wanted to return the
videos inside the...
Years ago...
some year I can't recall,
my wife and I were
returning some videos.
She was at the wheel,
I sat in passenger.
I was in my own little world somewhere,not even listening
as she relayed something that
was important to her,to me.
I'm sure I was wrapped in
egotism and vanity,
some anarchistic thought
about the world; like it's not
good enough for me.
Some bullshit like that.
A real punk,and not even a good one.
I wanted to return the
videos inside the...
653 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 5:11am
26th Feb 2016 5:11am
What?...Me worry?
Conspiracy endlessly
Everything I can see
Food and sleep are lost to me
Psycho-tracheotomy
Silence me,violently
Bleeding me,beating me
Feeding me,honestly
All that I should not believe
All the thoughts are healing me
Killing me,mercifully
Everything I can see
Food and sleep are lost to me
Psycho-tracheotomy
Silence me,violently
Bleeding me,beating me
Feeding me,honestly
All that I should not believe
All the thoughts are healing me
Killing me,mercifully
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