Demo Below Lately I’ve been getting back into playing instruments and writing songs. Due to the virus that has been affecting us all, I’ve had ample opportunity to delve back in and shake off some of the rust that’s built up over time. I’m thinking about putting some of these up now and then, but…
Author: Mitchell Chmielewski
Momentum – The Cage
Audio Below This is the final song I contributed during the Tireless Effort sessions six years ago. There are some awkward lyrical choices, but I think it came out with an interesting sound and personality. I provide much of the rhythm guitar and vocals. My cousin, Zack, does the second verse though. He also composed…
Momentum – Changes
Audio Below This is another song off the Tireless Effort album. This is my personal favorite of my songs from that period of time in 2014. In a lot of ways this song still expresses how I feel and experience the world. In many ways I fall short of the changes I want to see…
Momentum – Square One
Audio Below This is a song from way back in 2014, written while I was still enlisted. I was feeling pretty low at the time, so I started writing songs a bit more. I’d recently been given an old, beat up, workhorse of an acoustic guitar. A stocky Fender FA-100. A buddy of mine, stationed…
Where the Streams Meet
echoes in the timid chamber – titian avarice pulses in wait preying on fresh drops to fall from bleating gash chest wounds squirming artists lost in the shuffle – voiding the hole of its precious fluid purple as their prose leaching whatever granules of inspiration diluted or fermented over time – tigris euphrates venous arterial…
Whitewash
these walls are weeping bleeding wide rivers of tar hidden beneath waxen weathered paint how the steam of thick moisture reveals what’s buried in layers escapes such furtive eyes at first glance will rise like cream from the belly of a stagnant pool assaulting my vision an affront to good taste brown strands cascading in…
Message in a Bottle
sealed in glass bottles shipwrecked souls washed upon the shores of dense desert isles corked in air tight longing to escape heralding messages unread while the tides roll in receding back infinitely peer through this pellucid vessel marvel at unknown terrors sunk beneath the waves hidden horrors buried ‘neath the sand the fury of the…
Traffic Light
waiting at a red light 3 a.m. with the window down radio muted the heat of a passing day hovering as mist above the pitted asphalt clouding like bokeh – dilapidated desert streets humming the tune of central air units and mercury-vapor street lamps on life support vibrant and untouched in the palm of night…
True Lies
i believe the greatest fault of humanity is our desperation to believe anything even to the extent of substituting good sense with lies
Fever Dream
your bed rampant with rot turns my stomach – lightheaded nausea lopsides my steps as i stumble towards this porcelain receptacle – into it i pour all sickness disgust excrement – weight jettisons forth with astounding force – dry heaving on the stained tiling – this cool steals away the warmth from this feverish corpse…
Piecework Prose 