M Clement

M Clement May 2014

There's sweat on my brow
There's thrill in my throat
Clenching the wheel
White knuckles beneath these black gloves
Strapped in for the long haul
Strapped in for more MPH than most long for
It's a heroine that needs no injection
The ******* that needs no snorting

Foot to the floor
Speed becomes the mistress
And with each and every person I pass
Her and I pull closer
And she lets me lead.

Prompts from facebook, tumblr, and twitter. This one was: Racing... the thrill of speed.

M Clement May 2014

Marginalized

And with that,
Words drift away in smoke
As pages crinkle, and blacken slowly
And we mourn for the loss of information
For the loss of wisdom
As the words float loftily in smoke
And covers burn with fervor

Prompts from Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook. This one was: burning books.

M Clement May 2014

té

I look across the tables, eyes match mine
The various skulls connected to various spines
connected to various nervous systems connected to...

I'm jumping far from the point of what I'm trying to say.

Looking down,
My lone cup sits upon the table
Filled solely with water
And various leaves
The leaves which leave flavor
Slowly seeping into my water
Infecting nature with nature.
Water slowly changing color
Leaves slowly fading away

On the table
Slightly away
Seeping into my clarity
Seeping into my system
Calming my nervousness
Sip by sip

Suggestions and Prompts from Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter and such. This prompt: tea.

M Clement May 2014

Creaky mansions, and villains in masks

Ethereal
Pale wantings
Left lone save for slow movements
Even the mirrors lag their reflections
Even the world knows not of their presence
Yet listlessly they sit
Ghastly reflections
Awaiting something far less physical
Than you or I were ever meant
to understand.

Prompts from Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook; this one was: Ghost's reflections.

M Clement May 2014

Slow Drownings

There's a silence in this solitude.
Yet a calamity in the violent storm that is my thoughts

A violent riptide
drowning me under the weight of the
imagined pressure on my chest

Breathless

I'm falling into a rabbit hole
that is the mind
The thoughts are killing me

Black and white pictures
memories that only I recall
Talks that I have yet to have
People that I love
Those that I don't
Those that I desire
Those that I won't

My thoughts are an endless ocean
And I'm a shipwrecked sailor
Swallowing too much salt water
For these veins to keep pumping blood
And this heart to keep a steady rhythm.

Writing based on suggestions on Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook posts. This prompt was: Write about feeling trapped and suffocated by your thoughts

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M Clement May 2014

Existentially nonessentials

A pack, a pack for you and me
Mainly for me

I'll chew it for you

7 more hours until I'm through with this news

But as I reach for a piece,
All I get's the blues.

******' last piece,
Man,
My last taste of silence
My last taste of solitude

I chew to black out the yous
and the whos

Who am I really, when there's none left to chew
******' last piece, what the **** am I supposed to do?

****, ******, burn it all in hell
I've nothing left to say, that would say it as well.

I've got no sanity left
I don't know who I am
Delving into darkness,
That last piece, again!
I'm reminded of my shame
I'm reminded of the agony
Where's my last ******' piece?

I swore it was in front of me.

I'm writing poems based off of suggestions on Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook. The prompt was: The existential crisis of running out of gum one hour into an eight hour shift.

M Clement May 2014

I did this for you, you know.

Dear *** of lake placid
You're making me flaccid

Give me something to chew down
Bite on

Give me that fire Burnin'
nightlong

Shake it like an earthquake
Polaroid picture

Givin' me heat, babay
This elixir

The bigger the badder
The flatter, the sadder

Girl, show off your ASSets.

And, ****, I lack chivalry

I'm taking suggestions on twitter, facebook, tumblr. The prompt was: big butts.