M Clement

M Clement Jul 2013

Demons

Hello my Demons,
It's been a while,
Or so I believed.

                             Here's the truth:
                             You've been here all along,
                             Just a different guise.

I really wish you'd leave;
I'm pretty tired of you,
And I'm tired of the me
That exists when you are
Around.

                                I'm really hoping this
                                Is the final time I reference you,
                               Because I've got better places
                               To be than
                               In your clutches.

M Clement Jul 2013

Poisonous breaths

There was a listless poison that lingered in the air
And it softly rested its laurels on my shoulders
And as the day passed on, its hand reached for my lungs
And as the night reached its end, the poison dipped its foot in my everything

As my flesh started to wilt
And my body attempted to end
I asked a simple question, "Why?"

But should it have been a statement?
A thank you?

Should we not always be thankful?

M Clement Jul 2013

I have "better" things to do.

I haven't written in some time.*
He said, as he glanced longingly at the pen
Knowing, tonight, just like any other
He would leave it lone, to gather dust.

Just a lot of stuff on my plate. Haven't written in a while. Felt it was good to jot a few lines down.

M Clement Jul 2013

If you want me to, I could be.

I could be on Ecstasy
But I’m not.
I’m a pill.

I could be on Crack or ****,
But I’m not
I’m white, and rock solid

I could be on Marijuana,
But I’m not
I don’t even have enough green to buy groceries.

I could be on poetry,
But I’m not
I’m just formal and wordy.

M Clement Jul 2013

I Believe In Ghosts

I almost believed I saw you
Today, on Normal Street,
But your hair was different

And I was different
And you were different

And as I believed I passed you by
Today, on Normal Street,
I realized
Our ghosts merely passed
And nothing more.

M Clement Jul 2013

Stress Sleeping

I had a dream last night
A nightmare is more apropos.

I lost my virginity in a fit of depression
And never cared then after

But I lost it to you
And you were enamored with me

And every time I looked in your eyes
I saw longing,
I saw desire

And I returned none of that
Before and after

I left you to be used by a beast
That had so secretly fed upon and destroyed my soul

I could not bear to see you in pain
So I withheld my secrets
And I let you keep looking
For a love that I , secretly, never gave

I used you.
-
And then I awoke,
and felt absolute heartbreak
for I dreamt of the man
I have always feared becoming.

This happened to me the other night. I woke up horrified. I think it took half the day to get over my own subconscious thoughts.

M Clement Jul 2013

Call it 'random thoughts'

I have a
love, no,
a fascination
with animal masks
and the anonymity
that comes with.

I find them
equal parts
horrifying and entrancing.

It started about a year ago. I played this video game called "Hotline Miami" (yes, the same one I did a terrible poem of recently). In said game you are a no-name protagonist (people have taken to calling him "Jacket" in the similar vein of Edward Norton in the film "Fight Club" being referred to as 'Narrator') who dons an animal mask before going in and slaughtering anonymous Russian mobsters (the game is set in the late 70's, early 80's).
Ever since then, I've looked at animal masks with this weird sort of reverence...
I recognize that makes me sound super creepy, but I promise, there's no maliciousness or intent to **** in these words, just an odd fixation.
I think that's why I'm so excited for the film "You're Next" even though I HATE horror movies...