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
7th Sep 2011 00:12am
7th Sep 2011 00:12am
Holding the Grasp Of
Saw something too pretty for my own control.
Do I want to know you?
Mysteries are possible to solve.
This move in the game of love could show how I’m new.
Not too fast made that mistake.
Quite happily I enjoy how I evolve.
It’s this wall of questions we must go through.
Who are you to say I have to something proved?
She swings her hair everywhere its long.
Seconds minutes to talk and listen to her I at least want a few.
No rushing is needed either way I’ll shine above.
One alone as well you are we are two.
To go about ignoring...
Do I want to know you?
Mysteries are possible to solve.
This move in the game of love could show how I’m new.
Not too fast made that mistake.
Quite happily I enjoy how I evolve.
It’s this wall of questions we must go through.
Who are you to say I have to something proved?
She swings her hair everywhere its long.
Seconds minutes to talk and listen to her I at least want a few.
No rushing is needed either way I’ll shine above.
One alone as well you are we are two.
To go about ignoring...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 2:30am
5th Sep 2011 2:30am
Pressures Final Time
Two standing humanly figures heart with you the truth of age.
You’ve already had the chances or read the book once you’ve reached the final page.
All the time spent training away even after school.
If wasted to nothing it will be me looked upon as today and tomorrows fool.
No way and can’t are words somewhat said.
Conquer over the mental blockage that sometimes causes pauses in our head.
Young time is now because we are getting older not just to watch.
Participation like in classes before is just as important in this life.
You want to stay...
You’ve already had the chances or read the book once you’ve reached the final page.
All the time spent training away even after school.
If wasted to nothing it will be me looked upon as today and tomorrows fool.
No way and can’t are words somewhat said.
Conquer over the mental blockage that sometimes causes pauses in our head.
Young time is now because we are getting older not just to watch.
Participation like in classes before is just as important in this life.
You want to stay...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 11:16am
4th Sep 2011 11:16am
Right There
Not much of the opposite of what I’m thinking or feeling.
A shadow plays her role cause it’s been so damn long.
A word for my ears to hear or digital words I read.
No way I’m I ever good at faking anything a smile forms.
To know that you’re doing okay is my settling even if small.
Anything is fun you are the party of me as company.
Robbery is on the horizon because you’re my one and only money bag this here is our bank.
Stolen I couldn’t live for it.
A shadow plays her role cause it’s been so damn long.
A word for my ears to hear or digital words I read.
No way I’m I ever good at faking anything a smile forms.
To know that you’re doing okay is my settling even if small.
Anything is fun you are the party of me as company.
Robbery is on the horizon because you’re my one and only money bag this here is our bank.
Stolen I couldn’t live for it.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 10:54am
4th Sep 2011 10:54am
Dry Correspondence
Watered are the trees by rain sometimes.
But it’s only money that’s really cared for this lifetime out.
What was the ground you stand on? Where there wars? Where there wars?
Everything is weird without the use of technology live today.
One with the earth that beautiful mother till you were bad and let electronics touch your hands.
Remember this place that was once full?
Sitting or standing is a time of reviewing what this place was.
Keep up with the smiles.
Look at the dance floor that once moved my feet.
Almost empty now is this floor with barely...
But it’s only money that’s really cared for this lifetime out.
What was the ground you stand on? Where there wars? Where there wars?
Everything is weird without the use of technology live today.
One with the earth that beautiful mother till you were bad and let electronics touch your hands.
Remember this place that was once full?
Sitting or standing is a time of reviewing what this place was.
Keep up with the smiles.
Look at the dance floor that once moved my feet.
Almost empty now is this floor with barely...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 3:27pm
2nd Sep 2011 3:27pm
Grown Princesses
What have you caused now?
Your so caught in yourself the world seems to revolve around who haha you?
I want my scope to stay clear of targets like you away from me far.
Aw she’s so fucking pretty so what, wouldn’t approach you even drunk at any bar.
Spend too many years being enslaved trapped by this kind the too good.
These women who act as so, little spoiled princesses don’t deserve anyone’s attention in my book.
This isn’t royal times you wouldn’t even know how to take a seat at a throne as I said before.
This is not an...
Your so caught in yourself the world seems to revolve around who haha you?
I want my scope to stay clear of targets like you away from me far.
Aw she’s so fucking pretty so what, wouldn’t approach you even drunk at any bar.
Spend too many years being enslaved trapped by this kind the too good.
These women who act as so, little spoiled princesses don’t deserve anyone’s attention in my book.
This isn’t royal times you wouldn’t even know how to take a seat at a throne as I said before.
This is not an...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2011 4:56am
1st Sep 2011 4:56am
Passion Away
This activity seems like it’s all I’ve known all along.
Memories have been resurrected through the listening of this song.
A week can seem like months away from what you love all so long.
Being away in every way makes me feel wrong.
I’ll be back at full mental strength soon enough before my time dies.
Telling and talking to others of passions seems without doing lies.
Stuck is the man who can’t figure out how to return inside only he cries.
People are judged only by some who want reality.
Life if quiet enough sometimes could be a cinematic movie. ...
Memories have been resurrected through the listening of this song.
A week can seem like months away from what you love all so long.
Being away in every way makes me feel wrong.
I’ll be back at full mental strength soon enough before my time dies.
Telling and talking to others of passions seems without doing lies.
Stuck is the man who can’t figure out how to return inside only he cries.
People are judged only by some who want reality.
Life if quiet enough sometimes could be a cinematic movie. ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 4:47am
31st Aug 2011 4:47am
Lusts no good I know
It’s her no it’s her.
Never mind without choice or control it will change again soon.
Okay let’s get together and spoon if nothing else.
Sometimes I think of cuddling other times if not most of fucking you.
Spoons cannot go too deep this is when it’s called forking.
In writing this I have sinned.
Progress gets there yes my head has spun.
Their bodies are as sweet as the most sugar filled glazed honey bun.
Inside you with all of me that’s a strong connection.
This is sometimes how I’ve thought.
Like a try me toy it’s her and her I’d like...
Never mind without choice or control it will change again soon.
Okay let’s get together and spoon if nothing else.
Sometimes I think of cuddling other times if not most of fucking you.
Spoons cannot go too deep this is when it’s called forking.
In writing this I have sinned.
Progress gets there yes my head has spun.
Their bodies are as sweet as the most sugar filled glazed honey bun.
Inside you with all of me that’s a strong connection.
This is sometimes how I’ve thought.
Like a try me toy it’s her and her I’d like...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 3:58am
31st Aug 2011 3:58am
Neighborhood watch
Tired and I’ve been working on worn legs.
It’s no longer impossible to force labor on an empty stomach.
After 5pm a man lost somewhere has slithered home.
Work was rough today only to wake for tomorrow.
Like a boy sometimes a man kicks rocks on roads for fun.
Motivation is returning to the safe place nowhere close to home.
Something will be there for me.
Can happiness be brought with pockets empty?
Admit it this world revolves around the money.
Guilt travels like a carpet out with my asking voice.
How never felt like much more of a caring word....
It’s no longer impossible to force labor on an empty stomach.
After 5pm a man lost somewhere has slithered home.
Work was rough today only to wake for tomorrow.
Like a boy sometimes a man kicks rocks on roads for fun.
Motivation is returning to the safe place nowhere close to home.
Something will be there for me.
Can happiness be brought with pockets empty?
Admit it this world revolves around the money.
Guilt travels like a carpet out with my asking voice.
How never felt like much more of a caring word....
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Aug 2011 2:48am
30th Aug 2011 2:48am
Starving Taste
What has this time spent living come to?
Seems some opportunities have been all but wasted.
If the eyes in your head could look into a truthful mirror I ask how you would see you.
Something so close has never been eaten only sampled and tasted.
Routines are only known as addictions.
A pleasure of succeeding through life and it’s banned restrictions.
Dreaming and rethinking is visiting these negative visions.
Envy is what you don’t have yourself at times.
How much better could you do with all that?
To use would be to abuse only into new crimes....
Seems some opportunities have been all but wasted.
If the eyes in your head could look into a truthful mirror I ask how you would see you.
Something so close has never been eaten only sampled and tasted.
Routines are only known as addictions.
A pleasure of succeeding through life and it’s banned restrictions.
Dreaming and rethinking is visiting these negative visions.
Envy is what you don’t have yourself at times.
How much better could you do with all that?
To use would be to abuse only into new crimes....
938 reads
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