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Computer screen, show me your might,
Bathe me in your bluish light,
Oh Facebook, Twitter, Instagram,
Come and tell me who I am.



I log in to color-by-number news reports
and babes born halfway around the world I will never meet.
A member of the pick-and-choose news network
I can have only the stories I want to see downloaded
directly to my brain stem and it gives me the power
I have so desperately craved.

Sure, every once in a while I realize that I know more
about Kim Kardashian’s ass than I do about genocide in Darfur,
but my queasiness lasts only as long as it takes for my mouse
to take me farther down the rabbit’s hole;
chasing tedium because it leads to complacence.

I post only the things I want people to know about me,
my Milky-Way moments broadcast for the universe to read.
I have forgotten the power of my words, whether to help or to harm,
and I bleat like a lamb who does not know that silence is a fox’ ally.

We have taken our whole lives
and compacted them until they fit in the palm of our hands.
Not realizing that we have the ability to shine light into the darkest corners of fear,
we instead choose to bury the light under mountains of minutia.

We have taken a podium and turned it into a prison.
From Facebook to Folsom
For NaPo Challenge 2.  Theme: Social Media


"People talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening,
people writing songs,
that voices never shared,
and no one dared,
disturb the sound of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon god they made."
-Sound of Silence
Simon and Garfunkel
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We are born into a world that has embraced the idea of plunder for profit;
has taught us that our own gain is more important
than the people we've trampled to obtain it,
and oh God is it devastating.

When we were young, full of innocence
and basking in the warm glow of our naivety,
we assumed that the world was a good place to live,
and why not?
Our Saturday morning cartoons were the highlight of our week.
Dr. Seuss and Jesus were our folk heroes and teachers,
but we could not see that our t.v. shows taught us violence was the answer,
and nobody had the heart to tell you that while Dr. Seuss was writing
about all the places you could go, he himself was going no farther
than a piss-stained couch, half-nodded on heroin,
and hallucinating a world he dreamed to be divine.
Society assumed you too young and ignorant to understand
that Jesus was just a rallying cry for those who were content
to pick out other people's flaws while attempting to bury their own,
because it doesn't matter how big of an asshole you are,
as long as you've been redeemed.

We grew into teenagers without marking the passage of time
or the changes in a guilt fueled society until one day,
in a rush of embarrassment and shock, we came to realize just how cruel kids could be.
Later, in a candle-lit bedroom, alone and exhausted,
you understand that cruelty should not come as a surprise
because most children have been taught that
the ridding of their own pain is paramount, and any easy target their paramour.

Sometimes, I wonder why parents are appalled to learn
that one of the kids at school was found in the garage
with an extension cord wrapped around her throat,
and one last desperate plea written in the petechiae of her eyes.
I wince as they turn and lie to each other about how something like that
could never happen to them, because it does happen.
It happens every day, in closets and bathtubs and beds,
and whether the last memory is a flash of light or a child-like daydream,
we are trapped somewhere between the trees we adored and the sky we envied,
so that even in death, we are forced to wander.
Subconjuctival Hemorrhaging
A subconjunctival hemorrhage occurs when blood vessels burst in the eye. 

I've been holding off on posting this because I had submitted it to a literary magazine for publication, but with it now being declined, I'm free to post it. 

Hear me read it! soundcloud.com/jesse-mcvicker/…
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My newsman told me that last year,
we built twice as many prisons as schools,
and my professor says that the strength
of a nation's education system is reflected in it's culture
and I,
I am disheartened.


A truth-speaker I know mentioned that last year,
more people died from prescription medication
than from murder, heroin, and terrorism put together,
and a new study shows that three quarters
of all the women in rehab have been victims of rape
and I,
I am disturbed.


My government broadcasts the idea that last year,
guns were the reason so many people died
and a little research found that the president
took blood money from drug companies
and I,
I am disenfranchised.


A television commercial proclaimed that last year
more people were in debt than ever before
and Thoreau taught me that most people lead lives
of quiet desperation, promising to pay tomorrow and dying today
and I,
I am dismayed.


I saw with my own eyes that last year,
love was on it's way out
and hatred was gobbling up property
in the landscape of people's hearts
and I,
I have a lot of work left to do.
I count the passing of days in ashtray soldiers,
and stillness in the words of dead poets.

We write our secrets on the inside of our lungs
and hide truths on the inside of our stanzas,
because it’s acceptable to wear hatred on your arms,
but vulnerability is a mark of weakness.

I have choked down everything: pain and shame and arsenic tranquility,
to spew forth such paltry words and call it poetry.

A waltz  away from thirty eight caliber oblivion
we press back, back
because death isn’t as romantic as we hoped,
and poison is quieter than a gunshot.
This is Irony
I'm sorry I haven't been writing, and I'm sorry this is all I have to offer.

Hear me read this poem!  soundcloud.com/mozartsnemesis/…
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Jesse-Bear
United States
Current Residence: Amarillo, Texas
Favourite genre of music: Country or Rock, some metal
Favourite photographer: Larry W. Stone
Favourite cartoon character: Bryan from Family Guy
Personal Quote: The only thing in this world that you can count on from people is that they will let you down.

If you would like to listen to a sample of poems read by the author (Me!) There's is a soundcloud.com/mozartsnemesis here.
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Nullibicity Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Omg I gets present Hey, you! hug 

Happiest birthday, lovely!! I truly hope it is (or was) a memorable one, filled with love, sunshine, and all of the laughter you can pack within your lungs. Pixel Rose 
You are an uplifting force, and I want you to know that. I hope everything good finds you not only for today, but for the rest of your life. Thank you for all that you do! Know it is so warmly appreciated.

I will send you all the good wishes I can. I cannot explain precisely why (and this is a torture), but you are a person whom I desire to send them all to. There is a guiding light within you, and I shall always be grateful for the moments I could (and can) stand within the radius of its rays.

Be well! x
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MozartsNemesis Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2016
Dearest Kelsi,

I can't explain how much seeing this helped to elevate my mood and give me a little measure of happiness. You are such a sweetheart, and a lovely mind. I don't know how or why you see these things in me, but I know better than to dispute the validity of your claims, especially because of just how wonderful a person you are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You've made my fucking day <3
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Nullibicity Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Work kind of sucked me up and spit me out :fear:. It's spring break here, so busy, busy. So I apologize for the lateness of this reply!

First, hugs: :hug::tighthug::huggle: because you are absolutely wonderful and adorable, and I like hugs, so. What other reasons do I need? Ha (:

Second: while I understand acutely what you mean when you talk of being blind to your reflection and its shape in other people's eyes, I also appreciate that you can leave mine be, even in that lack of understanding.
I don't think it's a bad thing to not have things figured out. I don't think it's always a bad thing to not have 20/20 vision in regards to a situation or yourself. In fact, it's probably impossible, now that I think about it. One day, I think the haze will clear, and perhaps you will see, even if it is just a few inches more. Life seems to be all about uncovering things: truth, strength, love, inner knowing, etc. One day, I hope you can appreciate all the beautiful things about yourself! If you ever need a reminder, though, I have a thousand and one words to give you! Just shoot me a note or message or something (: I'd love nothing more than to help where I can! 

But, maybe it would help to see the kindness and openness you extend to others? Sometimes, when I am in a huge doubting-myself-and-my-value-in-the-world phase, I can acknowledge that even if I'm not a huge impact or deal, that my actions and words still have love, and that is what holds the most value... even if small. It's also kind of proof that even if I am jaded, that I haven't been consumed or tainted enough to forget what is important.

I was so happy to hear my message could make your day, too! Truly. I hope your days continue to shine brightly, and when they can't, I hope the following day shines even brighter to chase away the rest of the clouds. :heart:

(sorry if there are any errors in this! I'm writing this before I run off to get some coffee and go to work. It's technically my day off, but I have to finish drawing and coloring a movie poster summary thing T^T so back in I go! I'm actually grateful they let me draw little pictures to go along with the summaries. It gives me such wonderful reprieve from customers, ha, and I do enjoy art!)

Be well, lovely. x
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LiliWrites Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
A very happy birthday to you! Birthday Glomp emoticon  
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Aerode Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday! :party: :cake: I hope it's a great one!
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MozartsNemesis Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016
Thank you much. Im sure it will be ^.^
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DAvD0S Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday! :heart:
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MozartsNemesis Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016
Thank you!
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DAvD0S Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
My pleasure!
Have a lovely day~
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Malintra-Shadowmoon Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday :heart:
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