Submissions by ClearmindedVillain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
What a great way to show how creative you can be. Me being a poet is like being in a different world an escape. It's healthy really one of my many outlets. I look forward to expressing more how I feel through my work. To relate & share also.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2011 3:55pm
26th Nov 2011 3:55pm
Taken over
Has the thought of no control consumed this bright young man?
Company everyone needs at a time so give me your hand.
So tired from all and everything, what's really going on?
The loop is getting so tight right now that some remain way out of it.
Just to get a taste of what it feels like to be in.
There is a crowd so greedy and selfish it makes you wonder as a young boy if it's worth.
Could this be a huge phase of growing and getting closer to the one we call God.
Does this small lack of control scare you?
No I don't think so not completely.
Furious task...
Company everyone needs at a time so give me your hand.
So tired from all and everything, what's really going on?
The loop is getting so tight right now that some remain way out of it.
Just to get a taste of what it feels like to be in.
There is a crowd so greedy and selfish it makes you wonder as a young boy if it's worth.
Could this be a huge phase of growing and getting closer to the one we call God.
Does this small lack of control scare you?
No I don't think so not completely.
Furious task...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2011 3:04pm
17th Nov 2011 3:04pm
Traveling day by cold night
Rush in the beginning of a day.
With all this frozen time I'll think real deep I may.
Late people see the hopeless man run to catch one of the buses.
Even among a fast rush of such there's room to think about life and what it has come to this far.
Help is there and not too far.
Sitting on a comfortable routine that's getting old fast.
Machines are not always meant to be me.
Only really when I'm home off I'm free.
Freedom will appear later but now work what you see.
Zones are thought of to escape things.
Like an hour or two visit to the gym....
With all this frozen time I'll think real deep I may.
Late people see the hopeless man run to catch one of the buses.
Even among a fast rush of such there's room to think about life and what it has come to this far.
Help is there and not too far.
Sitting on a comfortable routine that's getting old fast.
Machines are not always meant to be me.
Only really when I'm home off I'm free.
Freedom will appear later but now work what you see.
Zones are thought of to escape things.
Like an hour or two visit to the gym....
701 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Nov 2011 11:56pm
16th Nov 2011 11:56pm
Opposite acts of Lincoln.
The works of men and women.
Shirts and pants for labor are all the same.
This is a thing that's far from a worthless game.
Sign yourself away here and be ever so easily brain washed.
Those who see what's really happening are targets of what's getting old.
Threats said so nice with disguising betraying words.
A good move turns old real old in a day.
Control the efforts of others to string yourself along it seems.
Is this what we are working for?
It seems when too comfortable settling becomes all too normal.
How can I still be hungry when still full?...
Shirts and pants for labor are all the same.
This is a thing that's far from a worthless game.
Sign yourself away here and be ever so easily brain washed.
Those who see what's really happening are targets of what's getting old.
Threats said so nice with disguising betraying words.
A good move turns old real old in a day.
Control the efforts of others to string yourself along it seems.
Is this what we are working for?
It seems when too comfortable settling becomes all too normal.
How can I still be hungry when still full?...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2011 4:50am
2nd Nov 2011 4:50am
Clean Crime
Of course you've done that man no wrong.
Correlations are the reasons why he listens to some lonely song.
Has she gone off tonight with him? Away she is it seems for him it's been so long.
How could she stay there living so comfortable?
Shes leaving tonight without even the slightest reason to hesitate perfect walk no stumble.
Waiting is wrong at this time when in time nothing will happen.
Chanting at opposite decisions friends are in no way clapping.
Done is a man with all that's happening.
Conditions shifting with the cold weather seems we are all...
Correlations are the reasons why he listens to some lonely song.
Has she gone off tonight with him? Away she is it seems for him it's been so long.
How could she stay there living so comfortable?
Shes leaving tonight without even the slightest reason to hesitate perfect walk no stumble.
Waiting is wrong at this time when in time nothing will happen.
Chanting at opposite decisions friends are in no way clapping.
Done is a man with all that's happening.
Conditions shifting with the cold weather seems we are all...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 11:58pm
24th Oct 2011 11:58pm
Glued underneath the cracks
There is still a fighter within me.
Like a volcano that sparks waiting to erupt and pour heated lava upon a chaotic city.
Instead this flame is taken out on all the innocent people only wanting satisfaction.
Like a bear searching that's lost his way from home the cave again and again.
Give me a map beautiful lady and help me find my way in.
Second or lower have things ever been first with the intention to win?
Stuck in and underneath some deep crack with an upward view.
How can I now in the moment be so grateful?
Selfish some of us are.
Promise made to no...
Like a volcano that sparks waiting to erupt and pour heated lava upon a chaotic city.
Instead this flame is taken out on all the innocent people only wanting satisfaction.
Like a bear searching that's lost his way from home the cave again and again.
Give me a map beautiful lady and help me find my way in.
Second or lower have things ever been first with the intention to win?
Stuck in and underneath some deep crack with an upward view.
How can I now in the moment be so grateful?
Selfish some of us are.
Promise made to no...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2011 11:23pm
24th Oct 2011 11:23pm
Late on schedule
Taken advantage of many miles given ahead.
One of the only things that's worth looking forward to is going to bed.
Over thinking at times of even the most calm situations.
All these results are in my choosing.
I'm the only one who always sees it as losing.
Talks alone in silence are so damn amusing.
What I'm I currently doing?
This could be seen as wasting.
Moving is only in that preventing eliminating.
I wanna go but can't always move.
Complaining is easy it's too cold.
If something doesn't happen soon worth satisfying I'll surely fold....
One of the only things that's worth looking forward to is going to bed.
Over thinking at times of even the most calm situations.
All these results are in my choosing.
I'm the only one who always sees it as losing.
Talks alone in silence are so damn amusing.
What I'm I currently doing?
This could be seen as wasting.
Moving is only in that preventing eliminating.
I wanna go but can't always move.
Complaining is easy it's too cold.
If something doesn't happen soon worth satisfying I'll surely fold....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2011 7:14am
23rd Oct 2011 7:14am
Hot but delirious
You think alcohol will fix all your problems some of these ladies are crazy.
Out every single night there lies a problem.
Don't take this lightly cause it's not meant to be that.
Exhausted I bet I know.
From the non stop excessive drinking I bet you are I know so.
Stay straight for one moment please your making yourself look way worse.
I feel bad for your boyfriends forced to follow or wait along with you a human curse.
Creation of you and all these times is bad and makes a bad time now just disperse.
Trashy is trashy I guess that's you how you do you....
Out every single night there lies a problem.
Don't take this lightly cause it's not meant to be that.
Exhausted I bet I know.
From the non stop excessive drinking I bet you are I know so.
Stay straight for one moment please your making yourself look way worse.
I feel bad for your boyfriends forced to follow or wait along with you a human curse.
Creation of you and all these times is bad and makes a bad time now just disperse.
Trashy is trashy I guess that's you how you do you....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2011 6:56am
23rd Oct 2011 6:56am
Drinks again and thinking
Out and I loved it.
Reminded me of old times when things were almost set.
A mess tear it up till the sun comes up this morning.
Good people to laugh and be conversational with one another.
Adventures to places where to next?
I prefer heated streets over cold that's for sure.
Not to be abused good times call for more.
Remember how I met you out for steak?
A night of fashionable suits out on the town.
Keep walking and maybe turn around.
Off topic couldn't help it thinking of you does this sometimes.
Back on to the town it was fun.
Seeing...
Reminded me of old times when things were almost set.
A mess tear it up till the sun comes up this morning.
Good people to laugh and be conversational with one another.
Adventures to places where to next?
I prefer heated streets over cold that's for sure.
Not to be abused good times call for more.
Remember how I met you out for steak?
A night of fashionable suits out on the town.
Keep walking and maybe turn around.
Off topic couldn't help it thinking of you does this sometimes.
Back on to the town it was fun.
Seeing...
742 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 5:02am
22nd Oct 2011 5:02am
Poetry: Questioned
Poetry is how I feel.
Even dreams written about through me are forever real.
If I sit or stand starving with no guides it feeds me a lasting inner meal.
To get away from everything a way to escape in a more healthy way.
Thoughts come out before crammed inside this rare steaming head.
Alot to talk about also alot to say.
Even when life treats you good this is still my way.
Even dreams written about through me are forever real.
If I sit or stand starving with no guides it feeds me a lasting inner meal.
To get away from everything a way to escape in a more healthy way.
Thoughts come out before crammed inside this rare steaming head.
Alot to talk about also alot to say.
Even when life treats you good this is still my way.
705 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2011 3:57am
22nd Oct 2011 3:57am
Breaking Season
What's going on around?
Everyone seems to be going through the same things.
These things talked of are not so good this time around.
Shields of stronger men prevent them from crumbling on the ground.
Simple things like walking around are now made awkward for these couples of the past.
Few days pass by, not so bad after what seemed as their furious storms.
Not all about all you guys others are strong felt by your pain of breaking up.
Does it really matter if a mans never been there?
Only as far as you guys know, everyone has been here at a different...
Everyone seems to be going through the same things.
These things talked of are not so good this time around.
Shields of stronger men prevent them from crumbling on the ground.
Simple things like walking around are now made awkward for these couples of the past.
Few days pass by, not so bad after what seemed as their furious storms.
Not all about all you guys others are strong felt by your pain of breaking up.
Does it really matter if a mans never been there?
Only as far as you guys know, everyone has been here at a different...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2011 5:40am
17th Oct 2011 5:40am
Who were you in school?
Back then you were way too shy to even be known it seems.
It's like your skin were screens covering over a fun person inside.
Now older everyone gets involved behind the scenes.
So used to the way things were it still rubs off on everyday life.
Opening up most of the personality now stays on.
Haunting a person like thinking what if and why.
Almost everyone at a time was the quiet guy.
Home my true self came out of all day silence.
Tired from the longest as it seemed shift I'll conclude my other parts soon.
It's like your skin were screens covering over a fun person inside.
Now older everyone gets involved behind the scenes.
So used to the way things were it still rubs off on everyday life.
Opening up most of the personality now stays on.
Haunting a person like thinking what if and why.
Almost everyone at a time was the quiet guy.
Home my true self came out of all day silence.
Tired from the longest as it seemed shift I'll conclude my other parts soon.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2011 5:20am
17th Oct 2011 5:20am
They do I don't
No I don't own it.
I did but ... no I don't have it.
Values in question with the lack of it.
Who are people to tell me?
Not afraid of actions happened I can be free.
Never for my own not selfish but this is me.
For shame nobody deserves such a thing.
Yea you have that wow such a greedy king.
So kind, people can be better to each other.
Someone over the other can a friend really be a brother?
Double teamed there's a solution through any evil.
Everyone has a different sweetness to bring into a world like this.
Good...
I did but ... no I don't have it.
Values in question with the lack of it.
Who are people to tell me?
Not afraid of actions happened I can be free.
Never for my own not selfish but this is me.
For shame nobody deserves such a thing.
Yea you have that wow such a greedy king.
So kind, people can be better to each other.
Someone over the other can a friend really be a brother?
Double teamed there's a solution through any evil.
Everyone has a different sweetness to bring into a world like this.
Good...
738 reads
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