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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2021 1:17am
31st Jan 2021 1:17am
First Glance Off The Plane In Florida
Couldn’t hardly sleep.
Anticipating the warm orange skies Florida has.
Left for you in the dark of night.
Only to appear in front of you just steps off the plane.
Palm trees blind my views.
No such regrets are going to exist.
Luggage burns and make our arms tired.
This is the type of pain I live and work for.
Standing eternity has passed me.
Never will I forget such a time.
Music soaks in the moments in this new place.
I’ll be there again.
Anticipating the warm orange skies Florida has.
Left for you in the dark of night.
Only to appear in front of you just steps off the plane.
Palm trees blind my views.
No such regrets are going to exist.
Luggage burns and make our arms tired.
This is the type of pain I live and work for.
Standing eternity has passed me.
Never will I forget such a time.
Music soaks in the moments in this new place.
I’ll be there again.
#happiness
#memories
#uplifting
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ANGER POEM
Published
31st Jan 2021 00:38am
31st Jan 2021 00:38am
Venom We Contain
Pushed off the edge in a way that involves no falling.
Sitting or standing focused on releasing all trained.
Discipline holds on tight to the rage.
Patience remains a thin line.
A line forever raging as long as the heart beats.
Like the string of a candle it burns only to melt inside.
Pressured to fame this is far beyond fame.
Those long ago died at our living cost.
We move disrespectfully playing.
Morals become toys.
Grounds we walk were once the heat of battle.
For the freedom we now have.
As our feet walk and run invisible smoke...
Sitting or standing focused on releasing all trained.
Discipline holds on tight to the rage.
Patience remains a thin line.
A line forever raging as long as the heart beats.
Like the string of a candle it burns only to melt inside.
Pressured to fame this is far beyond fame.
Those long ago died at our living cost.
We move disrespectfully playing.
Morals become toys.
Grounds we walk were once the heat of battle.
For the freedom we now have.
As our feet walk and run invisible smoke...
#anger
#honesty
#respect #revenge
#respect #revenge
456 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Dec 2020 10:59pm
17th Dec 2020 10:59pm
Snake Season
Woke up with such an undeserving anger towards those who’ve wronged me again.
Discipline has forced me to feel all the mistakes they make.
Effortless I’m no good punisher.
Karma comes to the one whoever wronged you.
What they do to you they will do to whoever is close to them in time.
They’ll burn everyone eventually.
I wait only to see action now.
Justice reacts a bit slower.
To pray upon the worse you only hurt yourself.
Sit back and force focus.
Discipline has forced me to feel all the mistakes they make.
Effortless I’m no good punisher.
Karma comes to the one whoever wronged you.
What they do to you they will do to whoever is close to them in time.
They’ll burn everyone eventually.
I wait only to see action now.
Justice reacts a bit slower.
To pray upon the worse you only hurt yourself.
Sit back and force focus.
#lies
#betrayal
#honesty
444 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Dec 2020 00:51am
5th Dec 2020 00:51am
House Pet Lion
Questions arise that you won’t like the answers.
The truth of how some of us are.
Born from trials some wouldn’t think to dream.
Storms set inside waiting to erupt.
The lion has to hunt to survive and feed his skillful desire.
Contained the lion only reacts to violent chaos.
Not your ordinary cat .
The truth of how some of us are.
Born from trials some wouldn’t think to dream.
Storms set inside waiting to erupt.
The lion has to hunt to survive and feed his skillful desire.
Contained the lion only reacts to violent chaos.
Not your ordinary cat .
#motivational
#TruthOfLife
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2020 00:21am
5th Dec 2020 00:21am
Season Closed
Only to begin again.
Request for more then the time before.
That’s just the mind thinking out loud.
Satisfied with the reasoning.
Soothing evening and night for two.
Like many two souls not knowing if their wants are true.
Moments so critical are bigger then us.
The sky will never fall the same again.
Tomorrow already erased it.
Request for more then the time before.
That’s just the mind thinking out loud.
Satisfied with the reasoning.
Soothing evening and night for two.
Like many two souls not knowing if their wants are true.
Moments so critical are bigger then us.
The sky will never fall the same again.
Tomorrow already erased it.
#FallingInLove
#dating
#crush
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 2:37am
20th Oct 2020 2:37am
Script
Older some fade backwards to the younger times.
Chaotic not knowing what the present holds.
Was that ever important?
What made its way into our heads before.
What caused anger now and before?
Is it how people treat you?
Is it that you’re paying attention to what others do?
What lesson will someone get from your best revenge?
What are you giving up?
Tired cause you’re forced to stand while you’re sitting.
Chaotic not knowing what the present holds.
Was that ever important?
What made its way into our heads before.
What caused anger now and before?
Is it how people treat you?
Is it that you’re paying attention to what others do?
What lesson will someone get from your best revenge?
What are you giving up?
Tired cause you’re forced to stand while you’re sitting.
#honesty
#frustration
#respect
#revenge
#morality
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Oct 2020 1:52am
20th Oct 2020 1:52am
The Myer’s Collar
One mood hangs over him like a cloud of rain.
The prolific hollow stoic gaze.
In the mist of seasons in a crowd he walks.
Evidence shows there are people present but Michael stares alone.
Years pass and the motive burns the same never to become grown.
Aging his colors turn grey but the motive keeps him active.
Is it such a false tone to chase this history like it can be written?
The prolific hollow stoic gaze.
In the mist of seasons in a crowd he walks.
Evidence shows there are people present but Michael stares alone.
Years pass and the motive burns the same never to become grown.
Aging his colors turn grey but the motive keeps him active.
Is it such a false tone to chase this history like it can be written?
#evil
#Halloween
#scary
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 1:22am
13th Sep 2020 1:22am
Price Tag
I see a lot of people weak.
Weak about little things.
Worried about what others think.
Worried about what others have said.
Deep down would you really allow anyone to get you down?
If you ask me if you do you’re a fool.
This life we live is free but our short time makes our worth so expensive.
Spend your efforts and energy wisely.
The end could be costly.
Weak about little things.
Worried about what others think.
Worried about what others have said.
Deep down would you really allow anyone to get you down?
If you ask me if you do you’re a fool.
This life we live is free but our short time makes our worth so expensive.
Spend your efforts and energy wisely.
The end could be costly.
#kindness
#strength
#peace
524 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 10:58pm
31st Jul 2020 10:58pm
Snake Skin Yearly
Not enough to be known.
We must be respected.
Older with no energy to those if I’m rejected.
We must be respected.
Older with no energy to those if I’m rejected.
#respect
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2020 10:27pm
31st Jul 2020 10:27pm
Unexpected Visit
Content with the solitude but the visits are nice.
Realize nothing comes without a price.
Lack of preparation has me pondering a day off starting with breakfast.
Out eating with you in sun I become over caffeinated too much coffee.
What is it that has me so high?
Overstimulated with good feelings.
Nights and days just remind me of the good that’s out there.
You are the prettiest woman to ever hold the shovel to bury all the bad in life.
Realize nothing comes without a price.
Lack of preparation has me pondering a day off starting with breakfast.
Out eating with you in sun I become over caffeinated too much coffee.
What is it that has me so high?
Overstimulated with good feelings.
Nights and days just remind me of the good that’s out there.
You are the prettiest woman to ever hold the shovel to bury all the bad in life.
#dating
#LookingForLove
402 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
9th Jul 2020 00:47am
9th Jul 2020 00:47am
Single Stampede Of Pure Hell (modern day berserker)
Fueled by a lack of normal expressions.
No words can come out at once to explain the pain of a burning athlete’s passion.
No worries of a good or bad outcome.
Those not afraid to lose are dangerous.
Rage forward with the heart of a berserker.
What’s inside will hurt the aggressor more then anyone.
Fights are like paintings.
Expressions are painted on opponents and all those who constantly doubt him.
Audiences peer at what they deem as violence.
Pushing the limits with a barrage of acts that make him violent.
Honestly is silent.
Don’t...
No words can come out at once to explain the pain of a burning athlete’s passion.
No worries of a good or bad outcome.
Those not afraid to lose are dangerous.
Rage forward with the heart of a berserker.
What’s inside will hurt the aggressor more then anyone.
Fights are like paintings.
Expressions are painted on opponents and all those who constantly doubt him.
Audiences peer at what they deem as violence.
Pushing the limits with a barrage of acts that make him violent.
Honestly is silent.
Don’t...
#anger
#courage
#violence
#misunderstood
#heroic
347 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2020 4:02pm
31st May 2020 4:02pm
I Say No To Retrieve
Does it ever return?
Only in a good somber mood.
All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude.
Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything I’ve since attained.
You’re a teacher who would have thought.
Put to good use this time has been amazing.
Free to explore and go roaming.
Living through experiences I only recall to help others .
Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming.
I think I see her.
Only in a good somber mood.
All that has to be done is remember your awful attitude.
Thank you for opening my eyes and mind to everything I’ve since attained.
You’re a teacher who would have thought.
Put to good use this time has been amazing.
Free to explore and go roaming.
Living through experiences I only recall to help others .
Smiles of mine burns with passion for what is coming.
I think I see her.
#learning
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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