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M Clement Apr 2013
By far the worst part about today,
            Is that I want to completely lose myself in you
                              And part of me is completely all right with that.
M Clement Apr 2013
"Uneasy hearts weigh the most,"
Is it not the truth?
M Clement Apr 2013
If I blew up,
could you contain me?
Pretty please?
M Clement Apr 2013
I'm a ******* wreck.

Call the Captain, his ship'***** shore harder than anyone expected.
There are times when I don't want to break up lines;
I think it's more poignant as a whole.

Hole

Heart-shaped
Boxing belongings
Following the followers of the followed
Allotting allowances for the anonymous

I have books overdue
And talks long past stale

We could stay up for eternity, and not touch... and I'd be fine.

I'm slowly realizing how much I don't want ***.
Not that it's not a desire,
Don't misconstrue
I just don't seem to need it as much as you, or you, or you

Call it implausible impossibilities
Dear Billy the Opossum

I'm watching over shoulders
That are not my own

Sitting in abandon cabins
Crying for home

And with every red streak on my face
Is another mistake I'm attempting to erase
Suicide sounds best in depressive tonalities
If I played the xylophone would you still be proud of me?

I'm loved for reasons unknown
And spiritual for reasons I don't speak of
Intimacy
A part of me
I'll soak you in
Like fine atmosphere
Or finer wine

I'm white carpet
You are Pinot noir
I'm feeling less creative, and more willing to just cryptically (or not so) speak about my life. I hope it's still as enjoyable as it is confusing. That's truly what I am for.
M Clement Apr 2013
I like to pretend I'm a bomb
(During ***)
Watch me blow up (Covered in Latex)
Contamination,
like a good bomb squad (We hit the deck)
*******
******* on false pretense (We can make it to the kitchen)
Baby, baby, baby
Cradle-rocking ******* on the back seat frame
(You promised to give me brain)
I'm the scientist of my own demise (Turning truth into twisted lies)
I listen to the same music for every emotion
(I am backwards, spinning ocean)
I've been swearing less (But that doesn't matter here)
**** Epitome
(Holiday Cheer)
Put it in your mouth, it's so much cuter (I stay sitting by the computer)
I can be clever, I can be ******
(I can keep springtime into October)
I miss writing like this some days, and others, I'm glad to get away from it.
M Clement Apr 2013
It's amazing that the beauty in humanity can be so destroyed
We often forget that the monsters of history were people

I speak for all of us
Because I'm pretty sure we've all thought it.

I watched Triumph des Willens
I'm still disgusted by the monstrosity
But I realized the humanity
The sole goodness
That can be so twisted
So corrupted
Serpents can swallow the body
And we just let them, and claim it was us
No serpents, just us

I gotta disagree.
Humanity is beautiful.
Created beautiful, and made for beautiful things.
But we can allow *******; we, alone, allow serpents.
M Clement Apr 2013
I skipped some passion
There was a moment when words pulsed
Through my veins
And instead of letting the blood flow from my finger tips
I pent it up
Instead of penning it out

Girl, you're crazy

So, it's late
I'm late to class
The funeral's started
And my ship's just set sail
And as the wave get choppier
I realize that I'll never get there
No use fighting the ocean, right?
Divine intervention

I have no time to give
And no hour worthwhile
And every minute is a breath
Every second is nice touch

There's candlelit dinners awaiting
in the silence of drawn curtains and misery
Someone asked me to build God

No one asked me anything

Mix little lies and lots of truth
Call it a serum for relations

She says the truth is so dark
I think of pitch blackness

Have I mentioned I find comfort in the blackness of night?
Get that anonymity

Swallow to let it hurt you
Spit it out to let me know
I swear I'm ready to understand,
You just need to let me.
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