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Scott Mitchell
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Got a bit inspired #poetry
In the nest of strings We separate From the world of twists Beyond our weight Within the fragile plans Of reprobates We have to say goodbye Often told To rip and tear A million strings Beyond our care I'll sit and sort More than my share If I never have to lie I hold my things I grow my freight I've told my team I know my fate With all these strings I separate Why must a good man die?
November 12, 2025 at 10:56 PM
#poetry #introspection
The Mirror I give you pain and fear And time and rage The knowledge you're Inside a cage What do I give That makes you stay? What is my worth That you'd still pay? Is there a comfort, A pulse of joy? Seeing this hand Still hold the page? You reflect a trembling hand, Streaks upon a crumpled page. I see no value in this act But do, suppose, remain intact.
July 26, 2025 at 9:03 AM
#poetry #dysphoria
I suppose this is a piece on my particular dysphoria Jellyfish in a meatsuit I drift in thought And walk on bone, A ghost encased In flesh my own. A quiet signal, Soft, unseeking, Forced to move With pulsing creaking, Each step sending Cracks throughout. Don't need to feel, Don't need to see To know this frame Is killing me. I didn't seek speech, Never sought fire, Just saw the beauty, And floated higher. But this suit is not, It's just not me. It aches to hunt, Longs to feel, Yearns to know, And strives to grow. It twitches with wants I never gave. It grins with teeth, I still don't crave. I pulse electric, Out of place; A jelly soul Inside a face. It dreams of what I've never dreamt It makes demands I've never met. A living cage That wants to bleed And calls it joy And calls it Need.
July 24, 2025 at 4:09 AM
#poetry #autism
January 10, 2025 at 1:35 PM

Figured I should do something like this, felt disingenuous to just leave that be so close to thanksgiving. By one Scott Mitchell (this is the kind of thing I should use my real name for)
November 26, 2024 at 7:05 AM
Well, not much us internet strangers can do. But we still love you.
October 26, 2024 at 8:10 AM