M Clement

M Clement Feb 2013

Abyssmal Claims (You'll find no puns here)

I stared into the abyss
And it stared back

My eyes Hazel
Its eyes black

I screamed, I yelled
I condemned it to hell

I stared into the abyss
And it stared back

Knowing me far too well

Sharing is caring: this is from my personal stash (my notebook). Enjoy... please?

M Clement Feb 2013

Bean Juice

Transvestites handing
Out caffeine
Coffee cross dressing
Blonde wig
Chiseled features
Red dress
Peacock out to compare feathers

Coffee, you had me at
Coffee
Black Roast
Espresso beans and water
"Bean Juice" I've heard it called

Make-up to makeout
(Daddy Issues Alike)
Peacock left me be
Take my coffee and leave

Sharing is caring: this was from my notebook. I hope you enjoy it.

M Clement Feb 2013

Help Wanted Ad

There's an oddity:
I never feel correct in my own skin
Can we trade?
I'm looking for 6' 1" (or so)
Preferably male (I enjoy having a *****)
Give me a call sometime
Let's switch skins

M Clement Feb 2013

What I Am

There needs to be a change in the way I act
I'm wasting my time here
Videos, games, internet, facebook
Whatever I can get my hands on

There's a greater destination here
Of that I'm (mostly) sure
There was something there
Something felt
I don't want to be the man I am
If 'man' is the proper term for what I am

I can claim nothing
For I am nothing
I am no greater than the least of these
And I never have been
Take away all that I am
Strip me of everything I claim

From dust to dust
Ashes to ashes

M Clement Feb 2013

Swept Away

I walked
Through the park

I smiled
And nearly shed tears

This grace
I am undeserving

Lifted hands
I'm observing

A great change
in self

Not self-actualized
Just realizing I must make better choices
Help me, God

While I don't like writing religious poems, I felt this today, and I figured I'd give it a shot. Not for my glory, I suppose.

M Clement Feb 2013

On the beaches of Normandy

I’d love to take up the flag for something meaningful
And by ‘love to’ I mean hate
And by ‘something meaningful’ I mean anything

M Clement Feb 2013

Unspoken distance

It’s been about seven days since I wrote last
And every time I try and write this,
It ends up much like the last time
Unfinished
Unspoken
Unaccounted for
These words in a space
not physical but non-ethereal
Spiritual?
Unsure
Unknown
Uneventful
Every day is tricky,
This dichotomy of emotion,
And rock solid demeanor
I just wanted to write,
Say, “I’m here”
And walk away again
Here in word,
But with unspoken distance