M Clement

M Clement May 2013

I hope you're reading this
Because I miss you like crazy
I miss the many nights, I was privileged with
Calling you baby

I remember the night
Where you told me how you felt
And how naked, lying next to you
I was beside myself

You told me you make people feel calm
I think it's more than that
And I'm addicted to your tumblr
I hate that I know where it's at

Because you're a ******* drug to me
And withdrawal hurts so badly
I've thought about you 10,000 times today alone
And I know that I'm acting madly

I'm crazy about you
And you feel the same
So, why is this so much easier
In my brain?

In there, we're married
And everything's ok
But in real life, we're struggling
And We've both seen so much pain

There's love for you here
But it's so strong, that I can't be there
I can't hold you back
I can't keep you to myself.

I love you too much to be selfish.
I'm trying to give you the world.
He's out there.
Find him
And know, that I dearly wish he were
Me.

Love is patient, and love is kind. Why is love so difficult?

M Clement May 2013

Call it a block (10 words)

I dare not die, no,
I simply cannot write anything

Super blocked up in the writing dept. I have some on the backburner that I've meant to put on, but I just haven't had the time. I'm still alive guys. I hope all is well.

M Clement May 2013

Pole-position

Hive-mind in poor times
Good could be undone
Will be
Won't be
Silly me
Good "should" be undone
Not personal opinion, mind you
I prefer the oppose
Opposition
Proposition
Pole-position
I prefer the oppose
Rearrange my thoughts
Unfortunate alignment change
Strange
Mange
De-range
Unfortunate alignment change
Evil as good
Good as evil
This stuff is broken

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I'm pretty sure I've not posted this before.

M Clement May 2013

Weary

Travelling
I don't recall this tire
This ache of a call to sleep
It's making me criminal
Insane, feeble

In secret gardens
In worlds so very far
I wish I had no feelings
Facing would be easier
And longings would be non-existent

I guess there's good news
I no longer
experience feelings of days past.
New pages written
New books to be filled.
And this is just the first day

Welcome, weary traveller, to the arms of Love.
Three more weeks.
I hope to find you there.

I'm in Iceland! I've had so many poems run through my mind, but so few made it to paper (due to lack of available paper). So this is what I got for today. I'll write more in private, and maybe post them later.

M Clement May 2013

Hotlines for the phoneman

I tried to figure out what to do.
(I'm bored you see)
So, I figured I'd write a line or two.
(Hell, I could write more than three)

So, here I am, click, clack, clickitty, clack
(That's keyboard presses)
Trying to type away my modern heart attack
(That's women in cute dresses)

I listen, I sing, I play
(iTunes offers impressive influence)
I wring my brain in the midst of day
(School no longer on offense)

So I write, seeking gains
(I hope you like it)
I write from experience, common pains
(Like cleaning dog ****)

I wear horse heads
(I get so bored)
I bleed in clean beds
(Then I remain floored)

Only you
(What's happening?)
I take two
(I can't stop; it's maddening)

M Clement May 2013

Bloomangrewp

Just one more before I go
I settled the issue on an offshore toe
Boat
Float
Away sweet chariot of lobsters
Take away the mobsters
And let the freak flag fly
In the eye
Of all those attempting to pin you down
I think it's funny to see a clown frown

Manic depressive
Manly-oppressive
I haven't heard anything from you

I shot to the sky twice with 6 bullets
4 went to the side of my life
Slice of pie
In my lie
Of everything

M Clement May 2013

Intelligible

Mixy-Twixy
Atom-Smasher
Take my brain
I hope it's matter
Break away from all the things we said we'd be
Internally

False pretense
On happenstance
All my socks have holes
Breaking molds
Of wither and tither
I keep your family on standby
Hand-holding lullaby

There was a cake on my doorstep
And a front porch on my brain stem
Again and again
And Asian
And never have I ever
Played a game with this many fingers

Following muffin-tops to your local coffee cart
There's a joke there

Breaking, breaking
Silence retaking
I haven't heard from you in a fortnight
Mind's eye
Zip-tie
Bedroom follies

I hope you get better
As I write letter by letter
And hope that you're not mad
Sad, enraged, but glad
****-mad and tired
Fired the liar
Who broke the back of the cat next door
Heart attack on front porches
Cause distress and sores
On the back of the man
Who did nothing but hoard
For more and more and more

God be with us, I do pray
But Mary take my prayers away
Make them better, I ask, I say
And send them to who needs them most
Today