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.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Oct 2011 3:32pm
14th Oct 2011 3:32pm
Chased no stop in race
Acted but not enough.
It's not really suppose to be a race run but it is.
If to share with anyone what I'd be missing it would be you as this.
Lets hope to run into each other.
In a hall with nobody not another.
Stay and be conversational busy women.
Your here or was I drifting?
Voice moves through electronic wires i'm always listening.
Minds not made to stay all the time.
Time is the enemy as said before.
My movements will come to the point of waiting to late if not moved fast.
Someone else will act at another s blind opening.
...
It's not really suppose to be a race run but it is.
If to share with anyone what I'd be missing it would be you as this.
Lets hope to run into each other.
In a hall with nobody not another.
Stay and be conversational busy women.
Your here or was I drifting?
Voice moves through electronic wires i'm always listening.
Minds not made to stay all the time.
Time is the enemy as said before.
My movements will come to the point of waiting to late if not moved fast.
Someone else will act at another s blind opening.
...
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Oct 2011 2:29pm
14th Oct 2011 2:29pm
Actions painted on greed
Your grandmother sits on top of the highest mountain.
Looking over her made children no matter how old.
In the middle of a freezing storm alone no matter how cold.
Painting a picture of how things have become.
One brush in hand the other holding colors.
What is she drawing?
Children,Children of her own.
Technology everyone updated has but barely anyone can pick up there phones.
There is no reason for her to draw herself this time.
Outlined are her grown children caring for not much of anything but greedy money in there all but dirty hands....
Looking over her made children no matter how old.
In the middle of a freezing storm alone no matter how cold.
Painting a picture of how things have become.
One brush in hand the other holding colors.
What is she drawing?
Children,Children of her own.
Technology everyone updated has but barely anyone can pick up there phones.
There is no reason for her to draw herself this time.
Outlined are her grown children caring for not much of anything but greedy money in there all but dirty hands....
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 2:34am
10th Oct 2011 2:34am
Lost Losing
Lost Losing,
Things are all good but for how long?
What ever anyone is going through I know at times trouble seems impossible and forever long.
Hide only in your dreams.
Alot in common there's another good hearing a good song,hope that it goes on long.
If the moment is fun now I'll take that over all anything that's going on.
What's really the duration of all this fun?A party guess not going to last too long.
Wait it through another week till payday for a couple smiles.
Patient I hold it through another two weeks way too long. ...
Things are all good but for how long?
What ever anyone is going through I know at times trouble seems impossible and forever long.
Hide only in your dreams.
Alot in common there's another good hearing a good song,hope that it goes on long.
If the moment is fun now I'll take that over all anything that's going on.
What's really the duration of all this fun?A party guess not going to last too long.
Wait it through another week till payday for a couple smiles.
Patient I hold it through another two weeks way too long. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2011 8:38pm
2nd Oct 2011 8:38pm
Attracted to your Class
Let me get that for you.
That’s what you do for me and say.
Out of your way makes me go out of mine.
If not happy before I can say I’m happy now.
Actions like that can mean a lot.
Seeing things as a two way road is similar to how I think.
You were what I’ve been searching for but still I haven’t found her yet.
Her character just elevated with this one kind act.
If I don’t find you soon or let you go I’ll be real crazy.
That is not me I’m far from lazy.
That’s what you do for me and say.
Out of your way makes me go out of mine.
If not happy before I can say I’m happy now.
Actions like that can mean a lot.
Seeing things as a two way road is similar to how I think.
You were what I’ve been searching for but still I haven’t found her yet.
Her character just elevated with this one kind act.
If I don’t find you soon or let you go I’ll be real crazy.
That is not me I’m far from lazy.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 8:58pm
1st Oct 2011 8:58pm
Second Skin
Sleep at night all excited.
Just thinking of tommorow me and green paper are to be united.
Like a young kid at the peak of receiving the most wanted gift.
Good friends are all around to care and in me lift.
Years and months to right now something new.
What I purchase I will wear to best as it's possible.
No matter what situation I was put in this was never before impossible.
There it goes not living in the moment regrets of things.
This is not what this brings.
What am I presenting what are these meanings?
Go out okay...
Just thinking of tommorow me and green paper are to be united.
Like a young kid at the peak of receiving the most wanted gift.
Good friends are all around to care and in me lift.
Years and months to right now something new.
What I purchase I will wear to best as it's possible.
No matter what situation I was put in this was never before impossible.
There it goes not living in the moment regrets of things.
This is not what this brings.
What am I presenting what are these meanings?
Go out okay...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Oct 2011 1:56pm
1st Oct 2011 1:56pm
If I were to wonder off again
Is it wrong that I want to see all thats underneath?
Only human let me wonder off if that's all.
Caught my self dreaming as I woke from bed no covers this time all beneath.
How you stand there and do what you do even every resting moment I'd like to work you.
Shapes of you as a whole I can't seem to ever forget good shapes.
Trust me nothing leaves with you in my mind nothing ever escapes.
Clueless at future intentions.
But I'll say this the future will not last forever someone will take you up on that.
A beautiful offer opportunity.
You...
Only human let me wonder off if that's all.
Caught my self dreaming as I woke from bed no covers this time all beneath.
How you stand there and do what you do even every resting moment I'd like to work you.
Shapes of you as a whole I can't seem to ever forget good shapes.
Trust me nothing leaves with you in my mind nothing ever escapes.
Clueless at future intentions.
But I'll say this the future will not last forever someone will take you up on that.
A beautiful offer opportunity.
You...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2011 4:35am
26th Sep 2011 4:35am
Got work to do
I’ll let you do your thing.
But I can’t help but say you do it so right.
Not always taking favorites no one understands girl you do everything so tight.
Could you be alone?
Can I be the other half?
Sometimes I can just hold you safe and warm from the cold world.
What a type different from what I’m used to.
Is it wrong that my eyes can’t seem to wonder away?
What’s so weird about appreciation of you?
Join me for lunch I don’t always have the right things to say.
Your presence is welcomed through me.
...
But I can’t help but say you do it so right.
Not always taking favorites no one understands girl you do everything so tight.
Could you be alone?
Can I be the other half?
Sometimes I can just hold you safe and warm from the cold world.
What a type different from what I’m used to.
Is it wrong that my eyes can’t seem to wonder away?
What’s so weird about appreciation of you?
Join me for lunch I don’t always have the right things to say.
Your presence is welcomed through me.
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2011 4:10am
26th Sep 2011 4:10am
What are our limits?
Who and what are stopping us from grasping?
Hold of our deepest dreams.
It’s nothing but comfort I think comfort of the current moment not going beyond.
But I can get it now as always.
In a room of messes I think this will always be there.
What if we all had everything?
No need for strain or headache.
No arguing this time around a button we would choose to shut off.
Agreements on with another decided in happiness this new time.
We are all different stop arguing for one’s self!
Can we lift this negative tension so high so high up?
We are above devils...
Hold of our deepest dreams.
It’s nothing but comfort I think comfort of the current moment not going beyond.
But I can get it now as always.
In a room of messes I think this will always be there.
What if we all had everything?
No need for strain or headache.
No arguing this time around a button we would choose to shut off.
Agreements on with another decided in happiness this new time.
We are all different stop arguing for one’s self!
Can we lift this negative tension so high so high up?
We are above devils...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 6:20am
22nd Sep 2011 6:20am
Green Paper
What makes you such a good friend?
If it’s one thing I know you’ll be beside me till that dreaded day I die, all the way to the end.
Anything that’s wrong any problems you in me mend.
Green paper would do so well alone plenty of people who care to lend a hand and attend.
It’s like I never really get to know you in and out of my pocket new sheets come and pay to go.
Too many things I want and it has nothing to do with responsible paying working a nice flow.
More green paper needs to stay not everyone has to know.
A mood erupts within me and green paper...
If it’s one thing I know you’ll be beside me till that dreaded day I die, all the way to the end.
Anything that’s wrong any problems you in me mend.
Green paper would do so well alone plenty of people who care to lend a hand and attend.
It’s like I never really get to know you in and out of my pocket new sheets come and pay to go.
Too many things I want and it has nothing to do with responsible paying working a nice flow.
More green paper needs to stay not everyone has to know.
A mood erupts within me and green paper...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 3:02pm
15th Sep 2011 3:02pm
Styles Expressions
Working for this thing called money on payday I’ll have something more than none.
Look in windows of things of things.
If it was me wearing I would pass expectations that don’t make things alright.
How didn’t I take advantage of those opportunities distracted by the current moment?
Never really to change who I am just how in this picture of life I’m seen.
Not just for attention but more for myself to show how that I too grow.
A body I walk in needs to remain fit and dressed in something worth remembering.
Without much talking if seen from a far everyone would know...
Look in windows of things of things.
If it was me wearing I would pass expectations that don’t make things alright.
How didn’t I take advantage of those opportunities distracted by the current moment?
Never really to change who I am just how in this picture of life I’m seen.
Not just for attention but more for myself to show how that I too grow.
A body I walk in needs to remain fit and dressed in something worth remembering.
Without much talking if seen from a far everyone would know...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2011 4:00am
12th Sep 2011 4:00am
Our Towers
These towers were not known much before the attacks of 9/11.
People just doing simple task that day are now if not most in heaven.
TV screens all had the same color that day.
It’s as if smoke was exiting televisions silent with no words to say.
A soft subject some will cry every year.
Brave men joined on arms to face more than angry fear.
American flags meant a lot before too but now stronger a better cheer.
God bless those lost and even found.
We will not stay on the ground.
In one way or the other we are home bound.
People just doing simple task that day are now if not most in heaven.
TV screens all had the same color that day.
It’s as if smoke was exiting televisions silent with no words to say.
A soft subject some will cry every year.
Brave men joined on arms to face more than angry fear.
American flags meant a lot before too but now stronger a better cheer.
God bless those lost and even found.
We will not stay on the ground.
In one way or the other we are home bound.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2011 1:14am
10th Sep 2011 1:14am
Limo Dreaming
Lauren enters in as I rest my eyes.
I have to wake up no matter what got a job to do.
Because this dream was not real could I say it’s all but lies?
Leaving I know, I didn’t go to bed thinking about it.
Erased are chances once acted on you‘ll never be back but that’s okay.
What’s going on I’m dreaming again I think I like this I must admit.
Wait never have I ever seen you dress that way.
A limousine pulled up with you propped up all inside.
Is there a driver and where are we going?
California is far too long for me to ride.
Aggressive, this is...
I have to wake up no matter what got a job to do.
Because this dream was not real could I say it’s all but lies?
Leaving I know, I didn’t go to bed thinking about it.
Erased are chances once acted on you‘ll never be back but that’s okay.
What’s going on I’m dreaming again I think I like this I must admit.
Wait never have I ever seen you dress that way.
A limousine pulled up with you propped up all inside.
Is there a driver and where are we going?
California is far too long for me to ride.
Aggressive, this is...
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