M Clement

M Clement Aug 2015

The shells and mortar plink and blast around him.
Razor wire stretches as far as the eye can see.
Pitfalls, muddied dirt, and God only knows what else
is all within the path that is entrenched before him.

He took up his rifle a long time ago;
pledging to do what he had to,
pledging to defend what he ought.

He took many laborious steps alone.
He crawled beneath the wires.
He dodged the mortar shots,
though the debris was a much harder hazard to avoid.
He even fell into some pitfalls,
but managed to pull himself out of that muddied dirt.

He felt alone on the battlefield.
And from where he was positioned,
bullets rained down upon him.
He sought safety behind a wall of the very same
muddied dirt that had been his hazard.

And just when he felt he could go no further,
a hand reached in front of him, offering to pull him to
a safer place.
It was a hand that all at once seemed familiar and foreign,
known and unknown.

And the man to whom the hand belonged simply smiled at the soldier,
and said, "We're moving on."

So, I'm trying to be a little more thoughtful when it comes to writing, and this is the first time I've written in a while.

The inspiration comes from the idea of life being a battlefield, but God being with you there through it all especially when you feel hopeless.

I'm open to edits... I'd like to make this better. Just let me know, I suppose.

M Clement Aug 2015

Afterthought

Putting fingers to keys
is as laborious as pushing a nail through my flesh.

Slow, painful, and weighted.

If there were something to say, it's been said before.
If there was something to do, it's been done before.

I am a mouth of sand overflow.
My hands do nothing but bring shame upon my family name,
and my feet sludge through confusion and ambiguity.

M Clement Jul 2015

Across the Seven Seas

"If I never write you," she said,
"you'll know I've found what I needed."
And thus they parted ways...
And he still awaits a letter.

M Clement Jun 2015

I'll call this one, "Guess I haven't written in a while"

It's funny,
He thought to himself.
As the stubble on his chin grew
ever more coarse.
He had shaved it, of course,
to gain some sort of traction in his life,
to contain some sort of control.

Does he really have it?
Ultimately, he'd probably answer no,
but that has never stopped him anyway.

He still has her picture up in his room.
It's funny, because he realizes that he just realized this.
Yet he's so ready to let go.

He turned to whatever he could to wash away the her
he had created in his mind,
whatever felt good.
Be it ****, *******, alcohol, whatever...
It never made him feel "better".
He called it his "tantrum".
That made it fit to the letter.

And then it was over.
As if scales had fallen from his eyes,
and he saw everything for what it was,
and for who she was.

And thank the Good Lord,
he felt at peace again.

Breakups is hard, especially when you have a massive jumble of emotions that you don't know what to do with, and even if you did the whole "splitting up portion" yourself, if you love someone, that's hard.
I guess what I came to realize is that I loved my perception of someone, not the someone I was with... or I didn't love her in the way I thought I did. So there's that.

#peace #tags #god #drinking #women #**** #struggle #breakups

M Clement May 2015

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Writing,
Reflecting the inmost being, or simply what's wallowing at the top of the subconscious.
Consciousness, divinity, split pea soup shredding through me.
Mental perceptivity and **** beads: better out than in, I always say.
Check yourself before you Shrek yourself.
Green Onions tell me in grocery stores, "It's never Ogre."

I once thought the world to be flat. Maybe you thought that, perhaps you didn't.
Fluid change of though patterns strike at the heal of the what wasn't.
Wasps leave me be. I drained the pool where I used to be.
He told me the other day; he told me nothing.

Hugh Jackman's nasally in the Les Miserables film. That doesn't rhyme with anything, it's just true.

Weeeeee

#tags #whatever #mental #rhyme #thought #stuff #loose #*** #tagging

M Clement May 2015

250 word a day challenge 5/9/15

Hello, dear friends and family,
I write you on behalf of your own dis-functionality. Break away the molds of a less mortal man. Ne'er again will I be what I am. I am anachronistic I'm a flower. I expect sunshine I expect showers. I am lesser than an 8th grade child. Come with me Mr. Rogers, stay awhile.
Ulcers, explosions, colonoscopy, I'd like "things that come from the back side of me" for 500, Alex.
Reflex my mental perceptions and premarital sexuality. I'm Catholic, we're catholic; I think you're understanding me.
I used to write for you, but now I write for me. Pac Man ate my ***** yesterday, and a ghost I shall be.
Fan me the cool feels, fan me the sweet deals; I'd like to make money sometimes, but that's just the worldly me.
Let's be humerus, I'm flexing my skeletal muscles. Bone me twice, I'm flexible: tussle.
An antiperception of lesser mortal men, let us not take umbrage to the second tense of Portman's skin.
I see you, girl; I see you girl. I'm not interested, but that body speaks worlds.
Is that weird? I guess you can admire beauty without falling into lust. I suppose that's normal, save when staring at bust.
Let me anchor you; let me father. I'm not writing for my son, nor my daughter.
There's some serious necessities, there's some serious faults. I love you, and that's the honest truth, but what happens if we're lost? Five more words to go.

M Clement Apr 2015

Hors [dee ores] d'ourves

I wish there was a word for my
mixed-up,
leftover insides.

I am my own Temple of Doom.
I will or I won't
Bring you to swoon.
Get me the spoon.
I am Captain: Ben and Jerry's
Vessel be my scurvy.
Mastering epitome, feeling marscapone:
I am the color of your liver.

If I put on a hoodie, I feel more "me", but where was I left?
Where am I grazing?
Surely it's on greener pastures?

Am I dead?
Who are you?
Is this what we're all searching for?
Separation?

I ran the decathalon; choke down my python.
There's a fire in your mouth.
Let me put it out.