Submissions by Jamers_Mitchell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proteanic Maladroit .. .
SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 10:01pm
24th Feb 2016 10:01pm
Here's a messy pile...watch your feet
All this rain ain't washin off the stink...my jaw hurts from grittin my damn teeth...there's no sign of sleep...my hands are in bands..that don't rock or shock...not even a gimmick or an idol to mimic...no chance to stop the dance...there's ants in my pants...jittery bugs...and shaky snakes...cutting a rug...into square meals...to peel this...feeling from me ..to you...a piss and a moan from a source known to wallow...having all his cake and even less than that....to ever touch his lips...and his mouth...making a mess of himself.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2016 6:39pm
24th Feb 2016 6:39pm
Political Smut
Politics smolitics...
turds in a pile...
pick out your favorite...
to turn the...
Tide
washes out stains...
makes all things clean...
provocative claims..
of things never seen
turds in a pile...
pick out your favorite...
to turn the...
Tide
washes out stains...
makes all things clean...
provocative claims..
of things never seen
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Feb 2016 10:51pm
23rd Feb 2016 10:51pm
Unortho-documents
Often rhymes are rejected.
I could but I won't.
It just sounds too easy...fits too well.
I love the idea that people are completely befuddled when I thumb my beak at tradition.
The dots are pauses.
That's right...this is my own drum.
Thank you for asking.
Why did he say shrub?
He could've said bush...and made a better rhyme.
That's just an example... I haven't written of plant life.
Not a poet...not poems.
Prose?
Probably not...what do I know?
To me,just entries in a journal...visible to the world.
I could but I won't.
It just sounds too easy...fits too well.
I love the idea that people are completely befuddled when I thumb my beak at tradition.
The dots are pauses.
That's right...this is my own drum.
Thank you for asking.
Why did he say shrub?
He could've said bush...and made a better rhyme.
That's just an example... I haven't written of plant life.
Not a poet...not poems.
Prose?
Probably not...what do I know?
To me,just entries in a journal...visible to the world.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Feb 2016 10:47pm
23rd Feb 2016 10:47pm
Punkin
She likes all those punk things.
Her heart sleeps with the it.
Old school horror punk.
With a skull.
Before some asshole fucked them up.
My sentiments exactly sweetheart.
Do her boots look good?...Check!
Is she looking skin tight?...Fuck yes!
That's madness to ask.
Of course she knows she does.
Putting our bodies right up against each other...and all the other sweaty drunks.
Baby just swiggin a beer and dancing up against me...my ravishing little punk.
Her heart sleeps with the it.
Old school horror punk.
With a skull.
Before some asshole fucked them up.
My sentiments exactly sweetheart.
Do her boots look good?...Check!
Is she looking skin tight?...Fuck yes!
That's madness to ask.
Of course she knows she does.
Putting our bodies right up against each other...and all the other sweaty drunks.
Baby just swiggin a beer and dancing up against me...my ravishing little punk.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 4:41am
23rd Feb 2016 4:41am
Wake the dead
The snap was loud,like a tree breaking in half...dead dreams sprung to life,on their knees...I think their expiration is passed...they just would not stop begging
Give us new life!...from a groan to a growl
Fooled me once...now you wanna fool me twice?
They persist...and worlds collide
Then it's...3
2
1
Fire!!
Igniting everything
Impulse is king,in the land of reckless pricks.
Writing checks with abandon to parties that don't need your shit
You're bankrupt now...by all means you are broke. ...
Give us new life!...from a groan to a growl
Fooled me once...now you wanna fool me twice?
They persist...and worlds collide
Then it's...3
2
1
Fire!!
Igniting everything
Impulse is king,in the land of reckless pricks.
Writing checks with abandon to parties that don't need your shit
You're bankrupt now...by all means you are broke. ...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2016 4:33am
23rd Feb 2016 4:33am
Hades Rise:A Prose Of Praise To Hades Rising
Kneel and obey
He is Enigma...cloaked
A shadow draped in flames
Ashes and smoke
He holds your purest objects of faith in effigy
He is plague
A curse hanging from the lips of doomed souls...trapped in his torments
His will is...condemn...rape...burn
Your soul
His pen is a bone shard
His ink...a dastardly blend
Blood
Mixed with all the black of Hell's sins
He waits for nothing
His tongue through magicks profane
Sealed your fate
Again and again
The lambs to the slaughter
Feel Hades Rise
(c) 2016...
He is Enigma...cloaked
A shadow draped in flames
Ashes and smoke
He holds your purest objects of faith in effigy
He is plague
A curse hanging from the lips of doomed souls...trapped in his torments
His will is...condemn...rape...burn
Your soul
His pen is a bone shard
His ink...a dastardly blend
Blood
Mixed with all the black of Hell's sins
He waits for nothing
His tongue through magicks profane
Sealed your fate
Again and again
The lambs to the slaughter
Feel Hades Rise
(c) 2016...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2016 8:20pm
22nd Feb 2016 8:20pm
The walk
He's a solemn man.
A somber man.
He wears a brave face,
but it's a mask.
Equipped to hide.
He's been told that his eyes are kind,but he knows they're just weary.
The corners of his mouth pull to a frown.
They say he has a warm smile,but I wouldn't know.
It isn't a permanent fixture.
He thinks that the sand-man is a sadistic prick.
He never visits anymore.
He'd walk to the end of the Earth for almost anyone who asks,but that's just so he can jump off,once he gets there.
He'll give of himself.
Although,he knows he offers a bum deal.
He...
A somber man.
He wears a brave face,
but it's a mask.
Equipped to hide.
He's been told that his eyes are kind,but he knows they're just weary.
The corners of his mouth pull to a frown.
They say he has a warm smile,but I wouldn't know.
It isn't a permanent fixture.
He thinks that the sand-man is a sadistic prick.
He never visits anymore.
He'd walk to the end of the Earth for almost anyone who asks,but that's just so he can jump off,once he gets there.
He'll give of himself.
Although,he knows he offers a bum deal.
He...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 8:17pm
22nd Feb 2016 8:17pm
Norms
How about you don't tell me what I think?
You know what I believe, based on your "norms"?
Something which doesn't apply to me...something you fought,but forgot it seems...I could not care any less for the norm...my spirit is steeped in anarchy...it has been stirred from a long slumber,only recently...hurdling boundaries and borders...a bundle of repressed energy.
Is that sick?
Because it's beautiful to me.
Not an incapacity...or a lack of sleep.
You know what I believe, based on your "norms"?
Something which doesn't apply to me...something you fought,but forgot it seems...I could not care any less for the norm...my spirit is steeped in anarchy...it has been stirred from a long slumber,only recently...hurdling boundaries and borders...a bundle of repressed energy.
Is that sick?
Because it's beautiful to me.
Not an incapacity...or a lack of sleep.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2016 11:48am
22nd Feb 2016 11:48am
This kid I didn't know
This kid was awkward...gawky.
Pale and blonde..his blue veins could be seen in the bags under his eyelids.
He always looked tired.
A handsome face.
I'm lying to you..this kid had no alibi.
A face that surely won him no friends.
Big front teeth..big ears..the works.
Occasionally I'd see him crack a child like smile...just listening to other kids conversations.
I wondered what the thoughts were in his head,what beauty had touched him.
How could this unfortunate young man draw such pleasure,from the same people that ignored him when they...
Pale and blonde..his blue veins could be seen in the bags under his eyelids.
He always looked tired.
A handsome face.
I'm lying to you..this kid had no alibi.
A face that surely won him no friends.
Big front teeth..big ears..the works.
Occasionally I'd see him crack a child like smile...just listening to other kids conversations.
I wondered what the thoughts were in his head,what beauty had touched him.
How could this unfortunate young man draw such pleasure,from the same people that ignored him when they...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 11:36am
22nd Feb 2016 11:36am
Scourged
It's an inquisition...a bloody pit.
How can such torture,feel like this?
What sadist, would adore the sting of their torments?
It tears at you...ripping in two.
Limb from limb.
Slapped back together...and repeated.
Ad nauseam,to no end.
An act,you permit...a willingness.
You know that nothing ever felt quite like this.
No rest for the weary...like it's rest that you've sought...you get naught...you're hooked.
Stabbed...stung...clutched by the bonds.
You break in the end...spill all the words...this can't be undone.
...
How can such torture,feel like this?
What sadist, would adore the sting of their torments?
It tears at you...ripping in two.
Limb from limb.
Slapped back together...and repeated.
Ad nauseam,to no end.
An act,you permit...a willingness.
You know that nothing ever felt quite like this.
No rest for the weary...like it's rest that you've sought...you get naught...you're hooked.
Stabbed...stung...clutched by the bonds.
You break in the end...spill all the words...this can't be undone.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 2:32am
22nd Feb 2016 2:32am
Managing egos-The death of self
You can't believe you have nothing to lose,when you know you have nothing to offer but yourself.
You'll be the only thing lost.
You will search all around,
and find yourself sitting in hell.
You'll be the only thing lost.
You will search all around,
and find yourself sitting in hell.
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2016 2:25am
22nd Feb 2016 2:25am
Venomous Spit
My angst is venomous.
A poison idea..something mean and obscene...spit at targets only I can see.
I doesn't mean anything..these are words I'll eat.
My discontent is my charm...a pendant I wear...it burns a hole in my chest...to drain what's killing me.
An exposed heart is a side effect.
A poison idea..something mean and obscene...spit at targets only I can see.
I doesn't mean anything..these are words I'll eat.
My discontent is my charm...a pendant I wear...it burns a hole in my chest...to drain what's killing me.
An exposed heart is a side effect.
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