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M Clement Nov 2012
I use poetry to please her
Food to feed her
And sometimes I eat her

I gotta write that down
**** that’s a good line.

Splittin’ rhymes in time
And I can’t flow off seconds

I need another break to catch
My own thoughts… and put them on paper

I imagine birds trying to fly
But you catch them by the tail
And slam them on their faces

Their corpse limp in the bitter
Embrace of your fingertips
Then you put them on that sheet
Of lined paper

Like the stuff you wrote on
In grade school

Pretty it up a bit.
Draw some lines on it.
Put a bird on it
You got art
But  do you got poetry?

Give me praise
Give me money
Give me power
******* it all.

I mean it.
M Clement Jun 2013
HOMYGAWD
Your ears are burning
And I can smell the flesh

I never expected you to leave
But you never wanted what's best

There's comfort in silence
And comfort with your body

Back to flesh
And burning
We are
On fire

And I've never been hungrier for red
Meat me in the middle
And I'll meat you south

I've never been one for letting out ***** laundry
(**** lingerie)
But here we go, and there we were

And here I am
Searching for something else
Grasping at straws
And praying for a better way
Or the way that's most proper

You've made a monster
M Clement Jun 2013
I think it's time I gave you yours.
I'll be off elsewhere.
M Clement May 2014
Cut
Incision
Sternum to groin

Let's do it
Real life
Show the ***** in my *****

Horror, telepathy
Let's ***** with the audience

New wave movies, man
Let's  film abhorrence
Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook prompts; this prompt: Spectrum of fear

Did you know it was a 1975 German horror film? Me neither.
M Clement Jan 2013
Off to dinner tonight,
This is starting off like a journal entry

I often wonder if I'm meant for someone else
Here
In this world
Or is it bigger than that?

Dinner tonight
Not romantic
Far from it
Discernment
Priesthood
And please don't mention *** scandal

Solo until the day I die
That's what I'm looking at
But my scope is so...
Narrow
So...
Earthly

Instead of a father of offspring
A father of peoples
A father of the church
A person who can set people towards a righteous path

But let's be honest,
I'm far from righteous.
I talk a good talk
But my walk is a sad limp

I pray before I eat,
But "forget" in the hustle
and bustle of work and life

If Christ is supposed to be my center
I'm way off target
Another god seems to follow me
Another trip to Target

I'm consistently surrounded by choice
In the day to day
But instead of choosing right
I go with "**** what the haters say"
I could have bleeped that out, you know
Nullified it,
But I'd rather be raw
And let you see that side of it

This is serious business,
and no less a journal entry
I tried to change it into poetry
but I'm way off target
M Clement Mar 2013
The Kuwait Warriors are in my Jeans
My new favorite cartoon
Saturday mornings, sugar cereal, spoons
I use force to deal with the mentally ill

Prison gauge my earrings, brah
Psychiatric hospitals for playtime with myself

I can ******* to hippopotamus
Look to me like I’m amazing
I’ll be a living god

Not really, more flu shots
Put them in my eye
Sky for my eye and flanksteak for my heart
Give me all the Bacon and Eggs you have

I call my mustache the crop duster
Cuz I’m always cleaning bush with it
Blow a load
Of cash
On my body shots
M Clement Nov 2013
I look at the page
with no desire to write anything
I haven't written anything in over a week or so.
M Clement Apr 2013
I like to pretend I'm a bomb
(During ***)
Watch me blow up (Covered in Latex)
Contamination,
like a good bomb squad (We hit the deck)
*******
******* on false pretense (We can make it to the kitchen)
Baby, baby, baby
Cradle-rocking ******* on the back seat frame
(You promised to give me brain)
I'm the scientist of my own demise (Turning truth into twisted lies)
I listen to the same music for every emotion
(I am backwards, spinning ocean)
I've been swearing less (But that doesn't matter here)
**** Epitome
(Holiday Cheer)
Put it in your mouth, it's so much cuter (I stay sitting by the computer)
I can be clever, I can be ******
(I can keep springtime into October)
I miss writing like this some days, and others, I'm glad to get away from it.
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.
M Clement Jun 2013
I had a dream last night
I was a Pterodactyl
But that's beside the point

When I was human
In my dream
I hooked up with women
As far as the eye could see
(Maybe 2 or 3)

I knew these women
I went to school with them

But every time I touched,
Kissed,
Nuzzled with any of them
It felt wrong
I was disgusted
And it hurt

And as a Pterodactyl
I couldn't glide
So I hit the pavement
Hard
Even though it was really windy
I need to garner some sanity somewhere.
M Clement Jul 2013
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 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 Feb 2013
I walked
Through the park

I smiled
And nearly shed tears

This grace
I am undeserving

Lifted hands
I'm observing

A great change
in self

Not self-actualized
Just realizing I must make better choices
Help me, God
While I don't like writing religious poems, I felt this today, and I figured I'd give it a shot. Not for my glory, I suppose.
M Clement May 2014
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 Jan 2013
Oh to dream
To dream
Sweet dreams
Of death

Eternal rest
Marked by cement

There only to tell the world
"So and so lies in great slumber."

We oft look to death as somber
A downpour of tears and bad feelings
We mourn for the loss of a loved one

I can't help but wonder
While we mourn
If God rejoices
M Clement Dec 2012
Allow me
For a moment
To run my face along the keys

Listening to hip-hop
It's the mainstream poetry
Spoken word to beat
Bring the anger,
The fury
The feelings
Expressions

But make sure it's ****
God forbid
If it's not ****, it's pathetic,
Right?
Wrong.
Well, for me.

Bring me emotions
All colors
Bring me depth of spirit
Dark and light
Bring me truth
I want to see the world in your
perpective.

Bring me music,
Of all kinds
Just know that now,
Hip-hop is keeping me busy.
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.
M Clement Jul 2014
Onomatopoeia
Hello, my name's Rena
I built the walls if the seven seas
Just so I could meet ya

I destroyed the cavalcade
Of masses
Just so we could be
Together

Nevermore
Will I bore you with rhymes
And prose
And nothingness

Alive awaiting
Shepherds gaiting
Soft Un-physicality
Awaiting these old bones
Post mortem
M Clement Jul 2013
And in the quiet moments before daybreak,
when nothing could break the silence
and even fewer would dare to try,
there was beauty and tranquility.

That's where I found You.
M Clement Mar 2013
I desire to frolic in land mines
Toxic compatriots desiring little past flesh

I talked like moving my mouth was compulsory
Word *****
Actual *****
Alphabet soup

Teenage mutant ninja hurdles
I think most of us have failed those
Switch my mind from off to on
But you can keep your ***** hose

Destructively productive
In all the things that don't matter

Pope brings glad tidings
Of what the Holy Spirit's after

Let's talk about ***, bay-bee
Let's talk about running free
Let's talk about all the mistakes we've made
Let's talk about Sexually transmitted infections
Let's talk about my music collection

20/20, John Stossel
I don't care if I get your name wrong
Justin Timberlake
Dances through your mind in a man-thong
Bringing Sexyback
M Clement Sep 2013
I sat and visited for a long hour today.
I sat and talked for a while.
I was all alone save for you,
My dearest of dear friends.

I haven’t seen another soul,
Save for you,
In, well, I can’t recall how long.

And I can’t say I’m too saddened.

There’s blood stains on the walls
Simply because you asked for it.
Though they've longed turned brown.

You've been walking through the halls,
Now.
I do hope you're happy.

Business formal
With Ticks in the collar

The people that came here,
I still hear the hollers.

The house is empty,
Save for you.
The house is empty.
The house is empty.
Save for you.

You're my inheritance,
From my long dead father,
My dearest of dear friends.
The deer head and the
body of a businessman.
I'm thinking there'll be one more. What say you?
M Clement Apr 2013
I stayed too long in your lovely cottage
Drinking in art, form, and love

I dared not attempt to ask a question
Because I viewed everything as rose

The glasses I wore
Tint the world to a happier hue

But now, now I realize, she's still not over you

I'm not sure who you are,
But I know you have her heart
And that's why, I feel, this could be doomed from the start.

When she fell, she fell hard, she says
Now I wonder, how many broken promises you whispered on her bed

Premature heartbreak
Within this lovely cabin
I will find regret in days' time
Of this I'm sure
But until then, I'll keep thinking this rhyme.
M Clement Feb 2013
There was failure once
In abundance
Where trees were fruitful
Where animals were playful
Where humanity rested its head
On the luscious ***** of created and Creator

Wrought with destruction
Hellfire eclipsed
Snakes, serpents, leviathans, dragons
Eclipsing the sun where it stood in the sky
Changing out the staff for a noose
Hang thyselves, created
Hang

To bite at the ankles
To inject a great debilitator
Break your backs, created
Break
Labor in pain
Labor in vain
Understand your place

A second go
The desert showed
There was no flora to be fruitful
No abundance, but lack thereof
The antithesis of the first
Down to the outcome
Perhaps a former so we can see the glory
Of the latter

Out of desolation
Came great reserve
Out of desperation
Came great determination
Out of humanity
Came divinity
This is one of the first religious poems I've made that I legitimately enjoy and stand proud of. I hope this tend continues.
M Clement Jan 2013
My mind is an open ocean
There are no waves here

No boats of information
No knowledgeable crew
To guide these calm waters
No ghosts of imagination haunting ******

The birds fly by from time to time
Attempting to find land

But my mind is an open ocean
There are no sands here
M Clement Jun 2013
I think I need a walk
I need a walk

It is to clear my head
To clear my head

Of all the echoes in silence
The echoes in silence

I can no longer hear myself
No longer hear myself

And thinking is never the same
Is never the same

I keep writing the same words
Writing the same words

I hope to get them out
To get them out
of my brain
M Clement Dec 2012
You can’t force art
Said every artist ever
Well I force it
I force it
Force it
It
Force it
I force it
Well I force it
Said every artist ever
You can’t force art
M Clement Sep 2013
And with every ******* word you spit
I knew you buried the shovel further
And further into that ****** dirt
Just hoping someday that you’d cover yourself
And all your worries with the **** you’d flung to the sky
And it’d bury you
And it’d bury you
And it’d bury you
Just a surge of emotion; it turned into this. I'm happy with this piece in an odd way. Sorry for the language, everyone.
M Clement Jun 2013
It's weird
They say distance
makes the heart grow fonder
Due to experience,
I won't disagree
I hope you don't either
M Clement Dec 2012
Dear Wayfarer,
Oh wayfarer, me

Show me the way to the nearest
Adventure
Show me the tallest of trees
The lowest of valleys

I wish to be lost with you,
Oh wayfarer,
You know your way around
I can tell by your grizzled features
And you impenetrable courage
Facing high cliffs like the ground below them
Was no more than a step below

Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer, me

Take me to a road less traveled,
In times like this
Show me antiquity.
I want to see the roads of old
The ones less traveled in days such as these

Oh Wayfarer,
Oh Wayfarer,
Dear Wayfarer,
Me

Realize that this world is yours to explore
With caution
But courage
With brazenness
And humility

Oh Wayfarer
Wayfarer: Me
M Clement Jul 2013
He looked at her,
And she at him.

"Do you want to find love?"
He asked.

"Of course I do."
She chuckled.

"Then let's find it together"
He replied quietly.

And they watched as the world was set alight.
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
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?
M Clement Sep 2013
Dearest, how good it is to see you.
Remember the “I love you”?
I meant it; I still do
But love changes
And so have you,
And being honest
I have too.
So where does that leave us?
I’m asking tú
Because, being honest:
I’ve no idea what to do.

You’re married now
Were married, how?
Where did you go for
so long?
I heard he was a replacement
You decided on engagement
And your wedding was the
happiest day of your life.

I’m happy for you,
I was, am, and still do have joy seeing you
But now I’m wondering
What in the world to do…
Now that you’re asking me to be with you.
Prompt: The one that got away comes back and asks you for a second chance. What do you say?

Based on a prompt given in response to "I Need Your Assistance".
M Clement Aug 2013
Let's drink
Libations

Whiskey and Gin
Expectations

And everything that flows forth
When the drinks spill, pour

She looked
This way

I tried, my best,
to play

The game

Let's flirt
Play in the dirt
We can be nature
Let's be mature
And do what mommy and daddy do on vacation
M Clement Aug 2013
He draws lines in the corner of the page
Creating what could be a rectangle
Though the sketchiness of each line
Told a differing story
And as he angled his pencil
He filled the "rectangle" in
Scraping graphite against paper
He scraped
and scraped
and scraped
Searching for therapy within each stroke
Once his job was done
His quest completed
He left feeling different
but whether that was positive or otherwise
was yet to be discovered.
Sharing is caring.
M Clement Jun 2013
There's a plethora of albums in my mind
And a good deal weighing on my heart

My brain desires fluctuation
Bipolar fixations based around emotion
And Unicorns with rainbows on blue,
wearable ocean

And everything is a microcosm
seemingly inconsequential
When looked at solely from
the view of entrusting it to You
And all the fear that rides the
coattails of such a decision.
Wrote this in the car after a trip to the bookstore.
M Clement Jul 2013
On a street corner
Sits a lone house
And Ivy crawls up its walls

and crawls
and crawls
and crawls

As if hoping, someday, to become
the house itself
Sharing is caring.
I wrote this on a walk yesterday.
There's a great amount of poetry that I've written that I haven't shared with you all. I wonder if some of it should ever see the light of day.
M Clement Jun 2013
By far, the worst part of growing up,
Other than responsibility,
Is realizing the things that are the most helpful
May also hurt the most
M Clement May 2013
It's official,
Summer's started
And with all the wind out of my sails
I am prepared to travel across the ocean

If anything has changed,
I don't even know

That wasn't for poetic effect
I really don't.

Let's speak honesty:
I have no idea where I am in life right now
Give me five years, and I guarantee
I still won't know.
God only knows what's happening
And I'm happy, but ****, am I tired.
Things happen for a reason, and know that
I'm really ok. Like, really really ok.
I think.

I've been playing poker about every night
But I've been playing alone
It's weird, I mean, I'd relate it to solo-***
It gets the point across, but it doesn't make you feel less alone.

I tried to spend as much money as I'd allow myself
Shop therapy
Drop stacks of $5's on the counter
Like quantity over quality

Let's Venture, brothers, to foreign lands
And let monarchs dance across our fingers
We can meet Sasquatch, Speedy, and I'll be your number 24

Now let's be dramatic:
I'll ******* die... well, don't we all eventually?
M Clement Apr 2014
Me, you?
A pile of stew?
A dinner for two?
A side of verbal spew?
Oh, ****.
I picked up sticks
and allowed my mind
to create you different.
You scare me.
Wine in hand
I make weird plans
I use rope and some vinegar too.

Brain cloud, said Joe to his volcano
erupts inside Meg Ryan
"Where are you?"

Tobey Maguire cries rivers
His ***** is this big.

Go deeper for truth
Go deeper for answers
Let's swell and burst.
Spanish for "**** me".
M Clement Jan 2013
I'm drunk off emotional musicians and vitamin water
Too much vitamin C and musical wrist slitting
Too inappropriate?
I'm not going to ask for forgiveness.

Get the **** out of the car
I don't care if we're going 90 miles down the road
If I said I wanted you out
I want you out

This is pure *******
Uncommitted
Unfiltered
Unwanted
Accept the three you's
And learn to accept me.
It's like how to wrongs don't make a right
But three rights make a left

Disney Cartoons that no-one enjoys
Put your hands in the air
One more round of exotic-bird bingo

Bury me deep in the ground with a ******* *****.
Leave me nothing but a tombstone
Inscribed
"Here lies a self-righteous *******.
Always thought his **** was better than
Everyone else's."

Did I ever tell you,
I stole my best friend's girlfriend?
And then broke her heart on her birthday?
I'm a ******' joke.

I'm not even rhyming anymore
It's not like I care.
There's no form here
My soul laid bare

Play with me a bit.
I'm here, so **** me.

Soothing lyrics whispered into ears of babes
Drowning in bath water.
I haven't talked a while
To my father's daughter.
I just hurt myself with my own rapier wit
Cutting goes both ways
I'll admit.

****, this poem stings
Coming off a lyrical ******
Called this the right ****
But my alignment's off-center.
M Clement Jan 2013
Procrastinating

At least it's with writing

Over a period of two days,
I had two inquiries of my own relational status
I also forgot milk, chicken, and various meat products
shoved together, shaped like tubes.

I switched my ring to my right hand
After that

Maybe people will get the picture
I'm not committed
There's no "other" to this significant

That sounds prideful
I don't mean it as such
I just know that I mean something
I'm here for something
That's more than I'd normally say on the subject
Downplay

I switched my ring to my right hand
Right before I got back all my various foods
I sit now, in a dimly lit living room
Illuminated with nothing but a distant light
And this computer screen

This poem has schizophrenic meanings
I hope I'm not committed.
M Clement Feb 2013
A river between two worlds
Of concrete, sometimes lava
On one side, a happy child
The other, a boy beat by Papa
They come together on the river
There they walk on water
They meet without knowledge
Of the other's father
Bruises aren't seen
Just play between two friends
Mothers play different roles
And lives will meet different ends
I very rarely pull stuff out of my notebook, but I really wanted to share this one.
M Clement Jun 2013
I was going to write something
But my mind turned desert
For there was nothing fruitful to say
And the fount from which I drank
Ran dry
M Clement Jul 2013
Wander into the forest,
And mice will greet your feet

Wander into the city
There's homeless in the street

Wade into the water
There's fish awaiting you presence

Wade into the thought
And experience your own absence
This started out one way, and just took shape into another. I'm decently happy with the results, though it was not what I set out to make.
M Clement Jun 2013
My flesh is sewn to the muscle
And the muscle fused with bone
As life dances through my marrow
I wonder if I'll ever find my way home
M Clement Mar 2013
He sat, completely repentant
He had hurt her before, he knew
There was defeat in his shoulders

"I would like to pray about this," he said, searching for change in a greater aspect.

Beratement
Scolding
She needs a husband who's going to be around
Better around beating than away?
He had put that past behind him
She felt reason to bring it up
Over
And
Over
She needs a husband
He's there, but apparently,
Not enough
Miscommunication
Frustration
Defeat in his being

She keeps talking and talking
Saying the same things over and over
Beating him with the same verbal stick
He feels awful
He knows his wrongs
He lacks self forgiveness
He fears himself
He fears losing her due to his own actions

He desires to pray
He wants, and is seeking change
She's stuck
Stick in hand
Ready,
On the attack

Prayer
She's stuck in a
Loop
No forgiveness in the
Hardened heart
He's defeated,
Wanting so badly for change
I watched this scene unfold before my eyes. I'm not sure why I was a bystander, and I wanted to speak; however, it was not my war; it was not my place.
M Clement May 2014
Drifting
Ever so slowly
Around You
Me
Drifting
Ever so slowly
Around Me
You
Drifting
Ever so slowly
Closer
Closer
Closer
You//Me
Me\You
Closer
Closer
Closer
Drifting
Ever so slowly
Coming
Ever so close
Until one of us collides
Creating a fiery inferno
That ingulfs
You//Me
Me\You
Flame
Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter prompts. This one was: orbital decay.
M Clement Apr 2013
I think I'm bi-polar
Maybe not emotionally,
Scratch that
But I feel like I've got split-personality disorder
There's part that wants to let go
And the other part so desperately holding on

I want to look you in the eyes
and ask you what you're doing here
I want to ask you what we are
I want to ask you if we're just using each other
If, really, we're just both getting a physicality that we'd otherwise be missing
Part of me wants to just let it be
And the other part so desperately wants to ask

I wonder if you think this is going to last
I wonder if we're fooling ourselves
I wonder if what we're doing is what should be happening
I wonder why you make me think so much

I hope you're happy
You're making me think
That was your goal, wasn't it?
I hope you're happy

I hope you're happy
Because I wonder
if this house
is built to last
Or
At the sign of storm
Or tidal wave
It'll come crashing down
Should we start looking at insurance?
M Clement Sep 2015
He feels alone in a room full of people.
He supposes, "I guess that hasn't changed,"
and continues on about his day.

Hearing the words, "I thirst," in his frustrations and loneliness,
he looks back and watches the cross leave marks
from where he had come from,
and he began to wonder what they'd look like
the further he traveled.
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