Submissions by cmspitz (Spitz)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world" Hermann Hesse
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jan 2015 3:26am
5th Jan 2015 3:26am
I'm Depressed and Need To Vent inc.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
13th Oct 2014 3:41am
13th Oct 2014 3:41am
Confession
I've been burning myself. Please do not send internet hugs, sympathy, empathy or pity. I got diagnosed as a creative person. I'm not even kidding. That's what my therapist said. Well, not only that, they said that creative people tend to be the most critical of themselves. That's true. I noticed my problems, I'm working on them. Anyways, thought you should know why I didn't post or comment on anything recently. My reading and writing of poetry will continue shortly. Probably on the 17th. Oh, the 15th is my birthday. Yay.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Sep 2014 3:56am
8th Sep 2014 3:56am
Never Wins, Never Loses
I've been battling with depression lately. I'm losing. I thought I was winning until someone told me, "Nothing bothers you"
That hurt. That hurt a lot. That's when I realized that there are four of me. The first two are defense mechanism and the other two are less defensive.
The first one is the public Spitz. The one that is never bothered. He is always joking, never to be fazed. He is always the first to make an inappropriate joke. One such joke is to walk up to a group of people, preferably one that has no recognizable faces, and claims he fucks sheep. When...
That hurt. That hurt a lot. That's when I realized that there are four of me. The first two are defense mechanism and the other two are less defensive.
The first one is the public Spitz. The one that is never bothered. He is always joking, never to be fazed. He is always the first to make an inappropriate joke. One such joke is to walk up to a group of people, preferably one that has no recognizable faces, and claims he fucks sheep. When...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Aug 2014 3:43am
21st Aug 2014 3:43am
A Tragic Comedy
Creak
Light
Pain
Creak
Dark
Footsteps
Weight added
Creak
Drifting
Light
Roused
Creak
Pain
Dazed
Stumbling
Searching
Dressing
Packing
"Where are you going?"
"We are leaving."
"Why?"
"Hell is about to break lose."
"Are you crazy?"
"You know the answer."
"Why do I have to go too?"
"I would get lonely."
...
Light
Pain
Creak
Dark
Footsteps
Weight added
Creak
Drifting
Light
Roused
Creak
Pain
Dazed
Stumbling
Searching
Dressing
Packing
"Where are you going?"
"We are leaving."
"Why?"
"Hell is about to break lose."
"Are you crazy?"
"You know the answer."
"Why do I have to go too?"
"I would get lonely."
...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Aug 2014 6:34pm
19th Aug 2014 6:34pm
[Insert Kick-Ass Tittle Here]
The devil you know is better than the devil you don't" (1)
I don't agree with that,
My devil is a lying, mother fucking dick!
I would kill him if I had the chance!
His name doesn't start with an "L",
It starts with an "S".
And no, I'm not talking about Satan!
I'm talking about myself.
The self is a liar,
An asshole,
A lazy cheater,
A... Devil.
These idle hands do only my work...(2) ...
I don't agree with that,
My devil is a lying, mother fucking dick!
I would kill him if I had the chance!
His name doesn't start with an "L",
It starts with an "S".
And no, I'm not talking about Satan!
I'm talking about myself.
The self is a liar,
An asshole,
A lazy cheater,
A... Devil.
These idle hands do only my work...(2) ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Aug 2014 9:48am
14th Aug 2014 9:48am
August 14th 2014
So yesterday, and today are both teary days. It's been a while since I've seen one of my friends. They have a tough life. It was amazing to just hang out with them. We kinda just walked, talked and goofed around. It was like I was back in high school. That kinda made me a little sad. I'm now done savoring the sweet moment and drowning in the despair. Anyways, the main reason I'm writing this is because I've made a mistake. So, right when I saw him, my heart raced. At first, I didn't know if it was because of my social anxiety or what. I had a blast with him. We caught up with each other. We...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 7:48pm
13th Aug 2014 7:48pm
Mirror
Why can't I be,
Happy?
I've been to hell and back so many times,
The ferry man gives me frequent flier miles!
I should be grateful,
Instead I'm regretful.
I'm tired,
I want to sleep.
But these bags are screaming bloody murder,
Mind went 0-200 in 5 seconds.
Narrator won't fucking shut up,
I don't need you anymore!
I looked into the mirror,
I saw a faceless being.
Disgusted,
I smashed the mirror.
Hands covered in blood,
I wept.
Happy?
I've been to hell and back so many times,
The ferry man gives me frequent flier miles!
I should be grateful,
Instead I'm regretful.
I'm tired,
I want to sleep.
But these bags are screaming bloody murder,
Mind went 0-200 in 5 seconds.
Narrator won't fucking shut up,
I don't need you anymore!
I looked into the mirror,
I saw a faceless being.
Disgusted,
I smashed the mirror.
Hands covered in blood,
I wept.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Aug 2014 8:05pm
12th Aug 2014 8:05pm
August 12th 2014
Some people think poets are these really edgy, daddy hating, suicidal people that are either women or pussy men. Are we? Not all of us. Was I edgy at one point? Kinda, but now I'm experimental and angry. Everyone is angry at something. I'm mad at people, hence why I believe the world should be covered in a radioactive blanket. Maybe you're mad at capitalism or liberals or conservatives or communism or men or women or culture. Am I a pussy? Yes, you are what you eat. However, also that makes me a tofu. My point is, a poet can be anyone. All they have to do is put their thoughts, feeling,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 5:33am
1st Aug 2014 5:33am
Broken
Day 1:
Condition: Normal
Cargo: Intact
Security: 100%; 72/72
Staff: 200/200; well rested and fully functional
Guests: 50/50; no signs of agitation
Threat level: None
Communication systems: 100%
Life support: 100%
Reactor: 102%; Stable
Hull: 101%
Engines: Stable
Mission status: Incomplete
Notes: All staff, guests and guards are accounted for. Everything is in tip top condition. Departure was smooth.
Day 7:
Condition: Normal
Cargo: Intact
Security: 75%; 0/72
Staff: 200/200; a...
Condition: Normal
Cargo: Intact
Security: 100%; 72/72
Staff: 200/200; well rested and fully functional
Guests: 50/50; no signs of agitation
Threat level: None
Communication systems: 100%
Life support: 100%
Reactor: 102%; Stable
Hull: 101%
Engines: Stable
Mission status: Incomplete
Notes: All staff, guests and guards are accounted for. Everything is in tip top condition. Departure was smooth.
Day 7:
Condition: Normal
Cargo: Intact
Security: 75%; 0/72
Staff: 200/200; a...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Jul 2014 7:22am
27th Jul 2014 7:22am
July 26th 2014
Let's see, it's 21 right now. At the end of this it should be 2 the next day. Yeah, that's a large time gap. Well, I get distracted easily. At the time of this sentence is being written, I am trying to watch/listen to an anime (yes in the original Japanese with English subtitles because that's how you do it and I'm trying to work on my Japanese). And I'm also trying to finish a poem, which was lost due to problems, and working on the story about my version of hell, which links to another story that I tried to write a while back. Have to start over, but that's a good thing. I guess. Gives me...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jul 2014 1:34am
23rd Jul 2014 1:34am
July 22nd 2014
Well, It's been a while. My computer did a bad. I took it to Best Buy, because I bought it there and my warranties are with them. So Geek Squad looked at it. I hate Geek Squad. They have bad service and they know very little about the actual computers. Well, they know more than the average American. Well, the people in the front are stupid as fuck. People in the back aren't that bad. So they had no idea what was wrong with my laptop, even I knew the exact thing that was causing damned thing to freeze after a minute of use. So they sent the damned thing to California or something. Maybe let it...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Jul 2014 9:38pm
7th Jul 2014 9:38pm
July 7th 2014
My laptop is not working. Only had it a year. Thank god for warranty. Nothing from me until I get it all sorted out. Fuck. Maybe this weekend? Or Tuesday/wendsday? I don't know. I'll figure it out. But damn. Now what am I gonna do? I had some pieces on there and the summer season of anime just started. I'm clearly not good with tech. So i don't know. Not even sure if I can prove it has warranty. Shit. Maybe Christmas will be nice. Or a birthday. Fuck capitalism. I wish I grew up Amish. I wouldn't be suffering right now.
Cerberus is doing fine. He found out what a raccoon is. He...
Cerberus is doing fine. He found out what a raccoon is. He...
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