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M Clement Feb 2013
Here's the truth dear Rabbit
I've fallen down the hole, now
And I need you take down what I'm saying
It's important, I tell you
Important

I want so dearly to reveal myself
Let me rephrase:
I want to lay with someone
To
In a simple way
Give of myself
Someone else will enjoy me more than I
Rabbit, you understand, don't you?
You of all...
animals
Know of *******
You're a rabbit.
Don't look at me so *****-ly
You're a rabbit, you have a reputation about you

You do understand me, don't you?
I guess I should explain
No, keep writing
If I'm gone, it should be told
I want to lay with someone,
Because my vulnerability is not something I want to share
If I truly open up
Rather than acting like I have it all together...
By the way, I hardly accomplish that
You saw me crying by the tree, did you not?
That's the whole reason I've fallen down
I wanted to escape
I so badly want to be with a woman
To escape
I know better
But that doesn't mean I act better

Dear Rabbit, have you finished?
I think I'm done ranting.
If you would please,
Post that on the tree outside this hole
I have to explore escape
I just realized how much I hate this poem.
M Clement Feb 2013
Simple meanings in abated days
Tainted tones in patient abnormality
I refuse to elaborate to the adorate
So hope for better prose

My skin has turned desert
Death comes when the oil's burned down
Slaughtered the fattened calf
Only to drown in the oil drum

Bear with me
      Bear with me
This is all I have left
I'm so close to the breaking point
Like a man pulled by horses
I feel my tendons tearing
                               my eyes tearing

I am drowned desert
       Emotion, my life
              My death
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I'm having a rough week, this week. Last night's poem, and this, is meant to reflect that.
M Clement Feb 2013
Like an army in my mind
I hear the pulse of 1000 soldiers' footsteps
Ringing in my ears
Horns screeching across pavement lines
As fools of importance show that they are
the ones with the bigger ego

Shaking away everything
that demands my attention
I tire of this
I am so very tired.
M Clement Feb 2013
There was failure once
In abundance
Where trees were fruitful
Where animals were playful
Where humanity rested its head
On the luscious ***** of created and Creator

Wrought with destruction
Hellfire eclipsed
Snakes, serpents, leviathans, dragons
Eclipsing the sun where it stood in the sky
Changing out the staff for a noose
Hang thyselves, created
Hang

To bite at the ankles
To inject a great debilitator
Break your backs, created
Break
Labor in pain
Labor in vain
Understand your place

A second go
The desert showed
There was no flora to be fruitful
No abundance, but lack thereof
The antithesis of the first
Down to the outcome
Perhaps a former so we can see the glory
Of the latter

Out of desolation
Came great reserve
Out of desperation
Came great determination
Out of humanity
Came divinity
This is one of the first religious poems I've made that I legitimately enjoy and stand proud of. I hope this tend continues.
M Clement Feb 2013
Sometimes I stare at the inevitability of life
As if it were a seed in my hand

I know that I’m not quite what you desired
I’m here, and I’m tired

A seed in your hand
Inevitably

I could write you a world
A world that we’d never leave
But a jailer, I’d be
Keeping you in words and not allowing you life
I know, to an extent, what you say
Is not what you mean

I saved myself
Took the blame for the entirety
Curb-stomped remedies by witchdoctors
Satanic dealings in secret
Satan steals away in darkness

This wasn’t to scare you
I want to remind you
As we sit on the curbside
A seed in the hand
Of a King
What we have the ability to create
Is beyond the imaginings I could write
Beyond the world I could bring about

We are not as lost as we think
Collective thoughts scream otherwise
As cars still fail to touch the skies
We are not as lost as we think
We are not as lost as we think
M Clement Feb 2013
I wrote
and wrote
and wrote
and wrote
and wrote
and wrote
and wrote

And you read
And kept reading
And said so many things
And most were not hollow
But in the morning, we're still
Across borders
Across highways
Across Oceans
Separate lives
M Clement Feb 2013
Glob
Of poetry
Flowing down her throat
She didn't stop
So neither did I
A response to Rikki's poetry n ****
Literally made it up to her on the spot, figure I'd post it.
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