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Have You Finished Those Errands?

Dazed and confused,

taken away by waves of water cascading down below eyelids.

Hours feel like they were hours ago and I’m convinced it’s already next week.

Just yesterday I promised there’d be no next time.

Blink and wake to a new reality and I’m making the same mistakes,

dressed in my promises but speaking completely wrong.

Let’s get out tonight so I can lose my mind.

Let’s find a way out tonight so I can lose my fucking head,

let the stars in and comfort my worries.

Trying to find ways to forget about you is harder than they said.

I want to give you credit for disappearing so well.

The water continues;

it’s hard to tell where the rain begins and where my emotions are bare.

Call off today—take me out tomorrow,

lead me by the hand to a circle of strangers with their own next-times.

I’ll tell you how it went but with the truth removed,

filling your conscious with the assurance that my eyes won’t stay closed.

Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat:

Day 35 and I’m still dragging my feet.

Come Day 40 I’ll be back in the circle,

and by Day 50 the stars will stop helping.

Within this, without you, progress stays true to a straight line,

watching my friends jump in and on and in front of trains:

Lives filled with arrivals and departures set in cubistic motion and time tables.

Left searching with nothing but Murphy to judge by,

I’m consigned to believe abandonment is just payment.

Here’s an apology to the ones that stayed at the station:

You didn’t get what you wanted.

You got more than you paid for.

And when all else is factored, you didn’t reap a profit.

You reaped what you didn’t sow.

But how could you have known?

How would you tell until you knew me too well?

Pick me back up when I fall down on the dance floor or let me melt into the cracks.

I’ll spend time in the ground.

Rest easy for a while.

Don’t wake me.

Don’t wake me up.

I’ll leave a note on the stars.

I’ll be back once in a while.

( ❤ Mitch)

(and thank all of you who have followed recently! I’m so grateful to have you all along for the ride 😀 )

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I Failed My Robotics Class Last Semester

Show me your face.

I’m asking for guarantees; the ones that you hide behind the make-up,

the subtext of your actions left to hide behind the eyes.

Playing cloak-and-dagger with emotional drama is a sure-fire way to cause further trauma.

Can we agree to tear down our borders and find a new way to speak?

And please line up and say your names; I forgot you all.

The policy in play is an eye for an eye, and you already took mine.

Show me the real face that you hide from me.

I didn’t think I was asking for much before I saw the look you gave.

Fame has no place in my desires and I’ll live long enough without touching it.

My soul was on display and you collectively turned your backs:

The choreographed locomotive fallback when you’re given something different.

We live lives with our boxes and we can’t figure it out:

Some things don’t fit where we want them to.

Show me that face you’ve used to disarm me.

I’m running out of ways to see you in a positive light.

My patience was stretched so thin it turned into the dust on your circuit board.

I tried to connect and tried to fight, but I found you were like the rest;

They churn you out of factories and discard all the best.

Your name is a series of numbers I can’t be fucked to know.

It was my mistake for joining your freak show.

It was my mistake for doing what I was told.

Some people just can’t be reasoned with.

( ❤ Mitch)

And That Day, the Clouds Marched Away

I was trying to talk

but you were worrying about the cracks in the sidewalk.

Too many old tales from too many old friends

made you think one wrong step and you’re dead.

Words are a struggle if you turn to tug-of-war,

and when it comes to aggression, I’m clearly not your type.

Take care in the way your mouth moves,

keep an open mind whenever the wind blows,

because a movement is a movement no matter how it moves.

The world won’t revolve around absolutes.

The way you work, you’re keeping your enemies close and the worse of the lot closer,

holding that shield steady to keep anyone from reaching in,

bracing for a rainstorm on a clear day,

too busy with your thoughts that they all drifted away.

I wrapped my life into a ball and tried to see where it’d roll.

It didn’t go as planned—nothing ever goes as planned.

Stay a level head and a level mind,

for when you stumble along there’s shelter to find.

Days will come where you’ll play the blind man and shut your eyelids on life

when the world turns and turns around the here and now,

closing off ears and sealing mouths shut to dull any sense,

not caring to know the color you miss.

It’s been so long since we’ve talked and it will be forever until we really do.

Here’s a note passed between desks, between the words we shot over the bow.

I stayed up until the sun came up last night,

and I found that I wasn’t able to breathe;

no tears, no screams, no anger and no fears.

I had been laughing for so long and never felt better in my life.

( ❤ Mitch)

Promises Came with Threats

I’m so content with myself tonight.

I said some bullshit philosophy and created some hate against you.

Satisfied with the way I’ve put more fault in your mistakes and how I made you my enemy.

I’m so content with closing my door tonight.

The less I know, the better I’ll feel by the end of the day.

No more photographs and evidence of how you’ve been away.

Leave me ignorant to escapades and bar room tabs.

I’ll hide behind my own misinformation and pretend you’re still the same.

Your memories are playing games with me.

You’re at your best when you’re nowhere near me.

We placed our bet on distance but we forgot to do the numbers.

Math was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.

Trying to get you to stay was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.

Keeping you in my arms was never my best; I’ll put the blame on you.

Because you can take it.

Every thought I have left of you can bear it for me.

Take on the weight and keep me afloat, keep me away from it.

It’s a small favor to ask for the trouble we went through.

The less I know, the more blame I’ll put on you.

I’ll force you down and out with all the strength I can give.

I’ll force you out so you can leave

and stop haunting me

and never be my ghost.

Or I’ll do the same to you, no matter what you do.

I’ll do the same to you, be that demon for you.

( ❤ Mitch)

Wanting to But Not Being Able to Want to

The echoes thundering out my bedroom window haven’t left since the day I unraveled.

The ghosts in the walls maintain their movements as if locked in place.

They’re sneaking under the sheets and burying under the carpet,

concealed in a fortress of dust.

I tried to stamp them out but they break and attach,

track on my footsteps from the hospital to that place six feet under the ground.

They’re telling stories of you and me and all of those endless hypotheticals,

delving into the theoretical of what binds an eyesight to another;

the same questions that drain your heart and impose inaction when common sense begs motion.

If only you weren’t so poetic, I would have burned you all down if I could,

stripping planks and fabric to exterminate the thought.

But that grip you keep on my shoulder is a comfort every time I feel its pinch.

Maintain that rigid control with your handcuffs.

I’m bound and bound to always be bound by a repeating drama.

It’s enough to render me sleepless,

throwing myself into old photographs that hurt more than help.

I can’t tell anymore if I’m my own antagonist for remembering each regret they portray

and holding on to it, weighing my eyelids down.

If anyone asks, I’m not going out.

If anyone asks, I’m still at the start.

If you’re wandering on the old street and those neighborhood haunts,

I’m still at home.

I’m listening to static in my eardrums and watching my alarm clock march forward.

Time is progressing but my life is falling backward.

If anyone asks, I never left the room.

*

( ❤ Mitch)

Visual Replays Now in Stereo Format

Working another graveyard shift with your emotions.

You’re hiding behind your mechanical smile and not giving anything away.

Geometrically, you are symmetrically in line horizontal and vertical,

though if you give me the time, I’ll find your cracks.

I don’t ask for your money or any of your rewards,

but if I make it through, I hope you can recognize me.

Turn your eyes and see me for the first time.

Scars are opening like a waterfall.

I guess I messed up somehow.

I’m shouting “Once more, again,” and I’m lying on the same damn floor.

I took a chance at stealing your face,

lost the race to another man.

Now I am falling back to old habits,

like all those old friends that threw me out the window.

“Once more, again.”

If I was born with the strength, I would’ve asked for you to change.

I would have tried to change the course.

I would have tried to say my words,

But I choked on them instead.

Felt them jam inside my throat

And punish me for speaking.

Please don’t ever look my way again.

I’m surrendering to industry—all hail progress to namelessness.

You’re just another somebody I’ll never be able to hold.

*

(<3 Mitch)

Having a Domestic with an Inanimate Object

“Having a Domestic with an Inanimate Object”

It left hidden in the full moon’s glow,

driving into the open and out of my sight,

and I was all alone,

and I felt so damn lost and stranded.

Whenever you called, I was never far away,

purging my reserve just to preserve you day by day.

In your every photograph there was only error—each reflection broken,

but in those images I saw something greater.

I gave you shoulders to stand on,

a roof above your head.

I gave you the confidence to stand up,

and your mouth the right words to speak.

I gave my every word to stay by you

and opened up my heart,

and you gave me a door and a shove

and made me taste the pavement.

You’ll be looking out your rearview mirror for the rest of your life,

seeing those reflections of a self you cut with a knife.

I never knew I’d been betrayed until you shut the door and walked away,

made dreams return to being dreams and memories gain a sour taste.

Stop lingering on this ground: it speaks too much about what was.

This isn’t your home anymore.

There’s no time to waste.

You’ve got a brand-new face that every boy on every corner knows.

I’ll pass by you, used up and alone, as you come undone.

*

(<3 Mitch)

An Introduction to the Blog

Open the curtains!

Well, here goes nothing. I’m going to give this a serious try and maintain a website through which I will be hosting my poetry. Many of these works will be older material that have been shared before but need a new home. Others will be new. Further material has yet to come! The inspiration is always flowing and I intend to keep up on it no matter what. This is what I want to dedicate myself towards at the present time; no half measures are going to be given here.

So, to those that read: what is there to expect? Primarily, I will be using this outlet to post poetry from my personal catalogue. Through this, I want to try and reach a broader audience, sharing my creations with others, talking with viewers, and so on. Being able to get more people involved in music and checked out reviews would be a nice bonus! All in all, I want to keep at a passion of mine by providing a sort of obligation of sorts. It is going to be an objective of mine to keep this blog alive and thriving. I have started multiple story ideas, game concepts, and other creative ventures, only to abandon them over time through loss of motivation. Having a website to tend to will presumably keep me more in check than usual. This has helped me stay on top of music and reviewing due to my responsibilities as a contributor; I intend to replicate the same behavior here, if possible.

Anyone that decides to visit is so very appreciated from the bottom of my heart. Poems for me are an expression of my purest form of self, where I have nothing but honesty for the page that receives my words. If you so choose to partake in reading any of these instances of myself being split open, you have made my day. If you enjoy or find some meaning in anything I create, you have floored me, because that’s all an artist can ever hope to do, even for a relative amateur like myself.

I’ll cut myself off now before I ramble too long, but rambling may happen! I want to use this as a creative space for writing that doesn’t focus on reviewing. Maybe my personal musings will be here, or maybe I’ll drop short stories (very short!) or what have you. The bottom line is this: I am going to use this to try and push my writing to the next level. I greatly appreciate anyone that’s along for the journey!

❤ Mitch