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569 · Aug 2015
Who do you live for?
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.
569 · Jan 2013
I can hear Jaws playing
M Clement Jan 2013
I sipped again
Slipped is similar,
But I'm not falling here,
I'm drinking.

Lusting
I can't get enough
And at the worst times
I'm slipping while sipping
And the cup spills across
My face

Visual destruction
Sink an anchor into my chest
And drop me into the waters
It won't be that hard;
I've been leaving myself open.

I swim to the surface,
Only to cut my own hamstring
So I can sink back into oblivion.

The fish aren't my friends here
567 · Feb 2013
Curbside remedies
M Clement Feb 2013
Sometimes I stare at the inevitability of life
As if it were a seed in my hand

I know that I’m not quite what you desired
I’m here, and I’m tired

A seed in your hand
Inevitably

I could write you a world
A world that we’d never leave
But a jailer, I’d be
Keeping you in words and not allowing you life
I know, to an extent, what you say
Is not what you mean

I saved myself
Took the blame for the entirety
Curb-stomped remedies by witchdoctors
Satanic dealings in secret
Satan steals away in darkness

This wasn’t to scare you
I want to remind you
As we sit on the curbside
A seed in the hand
Of a King
What we have the ability to create
Is beyond the imaginings I could write
Beyond the world I could bring about

We are not as lost as we think
Collective thoughts scream otherwise
As cars still fail to touch the skies
We are not as lost as we think
We are not as lost as we think
565 · May 2014
Oh, yeah, I get it.
M Clement May 2014
Your shoes, my shoes
Red shoes, blue shoes

Let me walk a while,
In the mind of one other than myself

Overt themes and righteousness blatant

In the mind of another, things are complacent
I get it, now, what you meant when you said "x"
and I replied "Why?"
You didn't mean it this way
You meant we should try.

There was something more there, than I first heard, alone.
I gathered a different inflection
From the use of that tone.

To walk a mile, a 10 minute affair
But I understand so much more, once I've chosen to walk there
Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook prompts; this prompt: trying a new perspective.
562 · Nov 2013
I don't know about you...
M Clement Nov 2013
What I say and what I do
ne'er be they the same.

Talking like a pirate
Arrr, matey, play the game.

Dates of birth
and sketching turf

We're all sinners
consistent

Can I Write something that's life giving,
Now that I'm being persistent?

Lets wrote poor grammar
Syntax and spalling awry

I can't write worth anything,
And only sometimes, can tie a tie.
22nd day of birth was yesterday. Felt an overwhelming desire to write today. I don't know how long that will be the case, though. I miss this.
M Clement May 2014
Chik Fil-A
Let's boldly proclaim, "We hate gay"
While buddhists search for enlightenment

Vishnu for Hindu
And the son of man for them Christians

Mormonism, what are they about?
Pastafarians, twist shout,
But god forbid, don't eat spaghetti...
Creationism for dinner.

COEXIST
Does no one understand that's what's happening?

I suppose the broader point I'm trying to make
With this fine pen
...or keys...

Is that while we all seem to believe one thing
Or another
Our beliefs make up who we are
But maybe, just maybe,
There's more than our surface-level
misunderstandings.
An absolute.

Also:
maybe we should stop treating each other like ****.
Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, prompts. This prompt: Religiosity shows
561 · Jun 2013
Drown-proof rain
M Clement Jun 2013
"I'd like to speak
like I'm not struggling,"
he said quietly, as if he
were the only person in
the room who cared to
hear.

"But here's the truth,
I am struggling, and
I'm fighting, and at
times, I'm drowning."
And as he looked out
the window, rain
beat against the pane,
and he felt oddly free.
561 · Dec 2015
As if I were made of wood.
M Clement Dec 2015
I haven't written in a long time.
The slave-driving mind of mine forces these chained hands
into spilling ink to canvas.

The woods are crawling with impossibilities,
as the nowhere home calls me evermore.

I walk a distance to find myself back at the entrance of it all.
The alpha, the beginning.

Is this growth? Is this monumental?
--
We give credence to paper.
It's no longer a tool for survival, but a god in our pockets.
A Christmas ******* miracle.
There are times where I'd like to cry,
But as a friend said, "my tear ducts were seared closed long ago."
--
The Forest crawls with impossibilities.
The trees beckon,
and I slowly begin again.
561 · May 2013
5am
M Clement May 2013
5am
I awoke early morning
And saw a hand to my side
reaching so silently for my face
I pressed my head against it

Only to realize

It was no hand

It was a blanket tucked a certain way
And I was lying on a twin mattress

Alone
M Clement Aug 2013
There was ne'er a time
where my pen weighed heavier than now

But who am I kidding?
I'm typing all of this, anyhow.
558 · Feb 2013
Poetry n' shit (response)
M Clement Feb 2013
Glob
Of poetry
Flowing down her throat
She didn't stop
So neither did I
A response to Rikki's poetry n ****
Literally made it up to her on the spot, figure I'd post it.
555 · Sep 2013
Why did I/he/she do it?
M Clement Sep 2013
Caught up in emotion, lack of thought,
or what else?

There's little worse
than looking back
toward your past,
seeing the good out of your missteps,
but still regretting them
all the same.
M Clement Aug 2013
And that's when I heard the heart break.
Tell me, do you hear it?
There was fragility in its entirety
and now the entirety is on the floor

Silence
Breaks nothing
But intense dialogues
Between quarreling lovers
Between family members
Between friends

There's a caveat,
A cut in, if you will,
But I dare not speak of it here
No, I dare not speak of it here
M Clement May 2014
Death, and the stench of decay


Kaiju, Lala,
Kaiju, Po,
Kaiju, Dipsy,
Kaiju, Tinky-Winky.

From the depths of the seas came roars and quakes unimaginable
And from the depths of childhood dreams, and twisted realities came something far worse than we had ever imagined

Tongue-firmly in cheek
I can manage no longer
For the sake of this story
I must be stronger

The mountains trembled at the feet of the behemoth
The mighty lizard-creature
Stamping across cities as if they were
school grounds
Smoke lit the path

Lord only knows how the childhood characters turned
Deathly aberrations,
but alas, one cannot die quickly enough
When faced with one of those
Seemingly fuzzy
Creatures
Ripping flesh
As you stare, losing life,
Staring at their tv-like chests

But the clash of the beasts was one for the books
Godzilla, the kaiju,
with a killer flame
And a terrible temper

And the zombified tv group: the telletubbies
With their great speed,
voracious hunger
And general thirst for flesh

For what purpose did these titans clash?
Solely so we'd speak of it for centuries;
of that I'm sure.
Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook prompts; this one: Godzilla getting ambushed by zombie teletubbies (the fast kind)
553 · Jun 2013
Confession(s)
M Clement Jun 2013
I read something yesterday
Call it a confession
And all I could think was,
"I hope this isn't you."

I hope that love is true
And I hope that we can work

I hope we haven't gotten this far
For you to feel the way the confession felt
To say that you only said you loved me
Because I treated you decent
And that now, you're in too deep.

I hope this is all real.
And I like to think that I know it is

But day by day, I miss you more
and I grow more unsure
Because I can't be reminded by your touch
your kiss
your affection
or your words

I'm drowning in an hourglass
As time slowly crushes me
Terrible, terrible prose
553 · Feb 2015
a lifetime of mutters
M Clement Feb 2015
I have written since
I have written hence
and on my emotions,
Someone pressed mute.

I give a hoot
owls, towels
Showering
owl-ring

Let's make *** to Sam Smith
552 · Dec 2012
Summer of a year past
M Clement Dec 2012
Depression made me want to not wake up.

Love?
Ridiculous, I don't feel it.

Care?
Is it there? What's it feel like?

Numbness?
There we go, I feel that.
But
Can you feel numbness
Or does it enfold you?
Engulf you?
A true darkness, makes your rose colored shades
Far darker
Remember all the things you loved to do?
You don't, with these lenses.
Remember all your loved ones?
Remember the feelings you had for them?
Had.
Welcome to depression, son.
***** doesn't it. You want out,
You want to bail this ship,
Swim outside the darkness,
But it engulfs, and refuses to
Let you swim away.
The Kraken of emotional duress.

Just wait for someone who's a better swimmer,
Find someone with a brighter light,
I had to.
Apparently I didn't know how to swim.
M Clement Jan 2016
Emotional vulnerability is *******
He repeats in a whisper
A whisper that's more a thought than a verbal acknowledgment.

He was done.
He was spent.
He hadn't come in months.
And he didn't want to.

So what was there to do?
Express emotional vulnerability to an extent that left him more raw
than fresh hide.

Forget it.
"I suppose that's easier,"
he mused.

So he moved forward,
and shows no signs of stopping.
548 · Apr 2015
Hors [dee ores] d'ourves
M Clement Apr 2015
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.
M Clement Feb 2013
Simple meanings in abated days
Tainted tones in patient abnormality
I refuse to elaborate to the adorate
So hope for better prose

My skin has turned desert
Death comes when the oil's burned down
Slaughtered the fattened calf
Only to drown in the oil drum

Bear with me
      Bear with me
This is all I have left
I'm so close to the breaking point
Like a man pulled by horses
I feel my tendons tearing
                               my eyes tearing

I am drowned desert
       Emotion, my life
              My death
Sharing is caring
I'm having a rough week, this week. Last night's poem, and this, is meant to reflect that.
545 · Dec 2012
I like this cage
M Clement Dec 2012
Rhyme-scheme handled
But I can't get out...
For some reason
...Something scandled
I will pout...
...Show me treason
****, I almost got out.
542 · May 2014
I got two daddies.
M Clement May 2014
I finally got to reading today,
You know,
The "Big Book"
The one with the books, and the verses
And the words inspired

That one

And I read through James
Realized I need to clean my tongue with more than a tongue-scrubber

And I started reading Jeremiah;
I felt this overwhelming urge to write.

To just, spill a couple letters, here and there, on paper
I'm here now
I'm trying
I'm here now
And I see

I've been crumbling under bitterness
Anger, resentment
misanthropy
[oooh, big words]

And I've realized a couple of things
That I really need to work on, moving forward

Welcome to adulthood, son.
Your Father will see you now.
A slightly religious/God/inspirational piece. It's a solid reflection of where I've been, and where I hope to go. I just need more time.
M Clement Dec 2012
Write, write, write

I haven't done this in a while
Cobwebs on my keyboard
I'm shooting for Halloween-style

Let's get some wit in here
Don't look
I'll spit in your beer

Like the flaming Irishman,
Drink until you see the sun.

Live like you don't normally
**** like you weren't looking at me.

I'm trying to be clever,
I'm not sure you get it
If it makes you feel better,
Neither do I,
I just feel it.
It's been a bit since I've written, and when I don't write, my new stuff gets filled with language.
539 · May 2014
Part two-bee-do-be-doo
M Clement May 2014
In the center of town
The center of town
The center
The town
The bleak sky
oppressing the citizens
not caught in the tidal waves of blood
left over in the streets
where the quad-group
had been

The buildings reduced to rubble
In the wake of the far-larger beast

Po had picked scent
Tinky had bled another dry
Lala was in full speed dash
And Dipsy was pouncing on another victim

Godzilla knew not of the approaching
group
Instead, otherwise focused on ships
hailing bullets
As he swatted yet another jet

He picked up scent

But by then
It was far too late
The group was upon him
And the desired what he held inside:
His... insides

I won't describe the battle.
We shall call it climactic.
I won't describe the ending
We'll call it dramatic
I won't describe this poem
We'll call it insipid

I hope you enjoyed this two-parter
Now to drown myself in alcoholic liquid.
Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook prompts; this one: 4. Godzilla getting ambushed by zombie teletubbies (the fast kind)
536 · May 2014
Partially inspired writings
M Clement May 2014
Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller

Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round

I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face

Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.
Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook prompts; this one: being hungry
530 · Apr 2015
A name does not suffice
M Clement Apr 2015
Spinning, spinning:
Tread lightly, so softly

She pitter patters 'cross The floor

Mirrors show the grace
and softened steps
and light reflect the tenacity at which she pursues them both

Pat
pat
pat
Pit
pit
pit

Plie
530 · Jun 2013
Simple truths
M Clement Jun 2013
People change
As does love
The things we love the most
Often hurt us

There's one
Who never fails
And often,
He can feel distant
But He never leaves
We do.
529 · Aug 2017
Unspoken internals.
M Clement Aug 2017
Why even consider this a poem?
Unwrite it.
Take it back,
but it's too late.

Ink scribbled on rustic pages,
or pages made to look rustic.
Let's face it: you bought this notebook at a bookstore.
It's got to look special for all your elaborate gifts to the world.

You're that special snowflake, yeah?
Your writing against the world of oppressive darkness
surrounding your poor brain, boy.

Write your way out.
****** Toons the wall, and make sure your escape.
529 · Nov 2013
Am I, truly?
M Clement Nov 2013
Am I truly an artist  
If I do not speak from lucidity?

Am I truly an artist
If my words do not keep me awake?

Am I truly an artist
If my art flows from a concoction of ability, timeliness, and boredom?

Am I truly an artist
If there is a struggle to find words left in these veins?

Am I truly an artist
If there is nothing more to say?
Am I an artist, or an imposter? Do I write, or mimic? Is there something here, or am I imagining things?
528 · Apr 2013
Flame on, Jim Hammond
M Clement Apr 2013
There's a storm in my mind
And fire in my heart

Dear God,
The road ahead is paved with uncertainty
And I'm in danger of being uncertain

I left words for someone
A bread-crumb trail of emotion
To which I ended up re-following

Bleed my heart dry
Fresh dried meat
Jerky
Fruits of my loom
Plumbs

I'm confused
I'm worried
I'm excited
I'm on fire

Don't put me out
I want to go down
In a blaze of glory
M Clement Apr 2015
Pig body with a man's face
eradicating the human race

Possibly the opposite
balance melons, call 'em ****

The anger uprising
OBEY surprising

Read what it says on the back of my Oakleys
Made in China

Considered derailment

Cannot understand the Satan in a man to commit the heinous crime of ****
To another human being, for goodness sake!

Prayer, prayer,
with unanswered need.

Read these words, take some heed
None of us gain anything from the sin of greed.
521 · Apr 2013
Discussing Understanding
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.
519 · Jan 2013
The no-no talk
M Clement Jan 2013
Tequila's my model
You can be my bottle

Take a sip from red lips
Drink each other's drink

Tonight is fire
You are passion
Tonight is desire
You are mansion

I desire
To reside within
518 · Jan 2013
Se(a)men
M Clement Jan 2013
Noble ways, dear sailor
Your brew is not as clean as your tongue
Which is to say, dirtier than mud

She will recognize you have no claim here
But you barter against that;
Praying she'll never be wise enough to know
That you were never by her side in the first place
M Clement Jul 2014
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
After all this let's go to Chuck for sports
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report

A silence ringing Ever repeating
Symphony of
Discontentment
Reassessment
Where the heck am I now?

A lofty lonely absolute
With candy bars
Let's be astute
I've lost all of timbucktoo
In times of lonely and the blue

OH let's just get out of here
OH let's just get far away

Withe the ever screeching contamination of armpit's bleeding
Tumors the size of icicles with the everlasting gob-stopper hole
Rearrangement gentle spinings
Take away my Christmas tidings
And leave me here on this freaking porch
Listening to the Police Reports

OH let's just get far away
OH let's just lay here to stay

Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
This evening there's a shooting near a local door
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report

I never said this would be easy
But I always expected it nonetheless
I never knew that it'd be so hard to
Listen
Just to
Listen

OH we can never get far enough away
OH somehow I've only managed to stay

Saturday night is the wrecking crew
I'd ask if you were here, but I think you've spewed
The intellect and nonetheless I'm making up for all my
misplaced tests
Taking time to make the rhymes and bring about the chiming of the tolls
The ringing of the chimes
I had a tune for this... what do you think?
518 · Dec 2012
It could all be lies
M Clement Dec 2012
I never stated this would be easy
You knew that coming in.
I guess, so did I,
But that never stopped me, did it?

We had a couple of close calls, didn't we?
Some scares of raising children,
Roles changing
Split-second life changes

Pleasure guided me,
I'm assuming you fell victim too
You never told me to cover up
We hid behind pills

Too many nights, with too many
Hands doing too many things
I allowed you to cover me,
As you allowed me inside of you
Cold sweat, but hot bodies
Intertwined
Pushing towards
Pulling Away

Rhythms

Silence was often the name of the game
But the nights where silence was an unknown
Were the best nights
I'm sure you agree

There are days where I really regret what we did
I stare at the sky, wondering, if you stare at it too,
If you think the same thing.
M Clement Aug 2014
And if e'er I flew
Touching clouds with my toes
And fingertips
The fall would be unbearable
515 · Jul 2014
{fancy side notes}
M Clement Jul 2014
I really hope there's sincerity in my words
For how many times I've been misled
Or misfed
Or purposefully choosing the wrong way

I realize it's humanity
We are perpetually weighed down by sin
But it was crucified, right?
Am I safe?

Faith without works is lost
I can't claim birthright without acting upon it
Right?

If I alienate myself from my Father,
will I be put in the will?

I'm scared.
I'm strong.
I'm proud.
I'm selfish.
And I'm trying
Sincerely
514 · Dec 2012
That familiar feeling
M Clement Dec 2012
I've been gone a while,
You noticed that?
I saw you sitting in this house
Posh
Continuing your brilliant abilities

It wasn't that I felt neglected,
No, never
You offer me more than I could put into words
I just felt I had nothing to offer

I went to a cabin in the woods
Not too far from here
But far enough that I wouldn't think of you too often
The lake was serene,
But my thoughts were chaotic

To be honest,
I don't think I'm better
I don't think I'm ready for this
I know that I don't love yet,
And I know that I'm selfish

In all honesty,
I came back to this house
This beautiful architecture
Because I knew you'd listen.
513 · Jan 2013
Ink
M Clement Jan 2013
Ink
Darkness
The type of darkness that Dave Chapelle
References, talking about Charlie Murphy
Black, Evil, Voodoo
Darkness

It was all that was in the forest that night
The trees reach into the sky
Barren
Like hands raised to the heavens
In pain
&
Desperation

That's where he found her
Lying there
Lies

That's where he found her
She lied down
But she wasn't sleeping
Stab wounds assured an eternal slumber

Alibis check-out
Families cried
Mourned
Years
Years pass

The man who found her smiles on a day to day basis
But not for the reasons one would assume
M Clement Dec 2012
Please, Please,
Watch me bleed out the ears

Busy yourself with things that don't matter
Pretend that I care

I know not of what you're doing
But you want to go to coffee
We aren't friends, you and I
But the thickness of your skull
Or your personality
Or your daddy issues
Won't allow that to soak in

Spongy materials
Good for soaking up wet messes
Does that work for life?
507 · May 2014
Stick in my eye
M Clement May 2014
Over here is nothingness
And there, everything that angers me.

Moronic: maybe
Insipid: probably
How it is: unfortunately

Selectively aggressive to the oppressive progressive
[But everything I like is fine]
Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook Prompts. This one was: Selective Outrage

Feels a little weak, but that's fine.
506 · May 2013
Hotlines for the phoneman
M Clement May 2013
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)
506 · Feb 2013
No Vacancy
M Clement Feb 2013
I flew off the cuff and regretted it
I let my emotions get the best of me
And I hated it.
Come back
Come back
I scream at the walls
Only to turn and find that
You never left.
505 · Apr 2017
Inane conundrums
M Clement Apr 2017
I give, I give, and I taketh away.
I’m left with nothing at the end of the day.

I’m left speechless, you’ll give speeches
But I’ll be far away.
The frustration lies within.
I hear your voice in my head
Screaming,
“******* live better.”
I’d be better off Red.
At least I’d live happy, margins well below.
But you wouldn’t let me,
You’d have nothing to show.

Leave your fears at the door,
Young child.
The winter wind sweeps close.
If you are not careful,
The frostbite will get your nose.

I’m empty; I’m flawless
I need more than this.
I can’t be me, and what you want at the same time.
I guess ignorance is bliss.
Just been writing here and there. I was rather resonating here, and figured I'd post.
Thanks.
502 · Mar 2013
Two Lines for Two Fines
M Clement Mar 2013
The prison of my prison
is my mind
I often forget things can be said with so little.
499 · Jul 2013
Poisonous breaths
M Clement Jul 2013
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 Nov 2012
I probably would have died today
Well,  I could have
Ok, probably not
Well,
possibly

I mean,
I never thought I'd be here
At least, not earlier
Not even today, really

I'm speaking nonsense
I hope you didn't expect any better
I'm giving my two cents
Come, get to know me better

In reality, back to the beginning
I think everyday we could die
Why am I alive today?
I'm really not sure.
There's a greater purpose,
if you're into that.
No
There's a greater purpose.
I'm not sure I could live otherwise.

Is this getting through to you,
reader?
Reader are you there?
I do seriously hope you are.
It's cold here.
Here in the writer's gallows
You can leave me hanging
I don't mind

I might die today
Are you there?
We could die today
497 · Aug 2013
One of the weirder nights
M Clement Aug 2013
Various tonalities made their
Way across the damp air

Only made wetter through
The assistance of shower steam
And fitful sobbing
M Clement Jun 2013
There's a lot in my mind,
And a ton on my heart
There's so much fear
A lot more anger
Quite a bit of resentment
And a good amount of frustration

I'm sitting at a crossroads

I don't remember what road I took to get here

And there are 4+ roads that I could travel down
I have no clue where to go
And even worse... I think I'm chasing away anyone who can help
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