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
21st Nov 2018 1:11am
21st Nov 2018 1:11am
Invisible Sweat
Being young forever is how I stubbornly imagine things.
Mind taunts me to learn daily.
Things weigh heavy on the body forcing it to mold.
Mind taunts me to learn daily.
Things weigh heavy on the body forcing it to mold.
#motivational
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Nov 2018 00:18am
21st Nov 2018 00:18am
Park Place
Visions strive for a place worth so much.
Constantly passed by when in overdrive.
Just a glimpse would do to be able to dream.
Generous people are given a tour.
Of this thing you can’t have.
Blue never looked so good.
Just a rectangle on this game of life.
Worth so much just to take it back from all who step upon it.
Passing it again till Whoever passes or lands on go.
We all seem low until the banker throws $400 our way.
It was our landing that got us there.
Constantly passed by when in overdrive.
Just a glimpse would do to be able to dream.
Generous people are given a tour.
Of this thing you can’t have.
Blue never looked so good.
Just a rectangle on this game of life.
Worth so much just to take it back from all who step upon it.
Passing it again till Whoever passes or lands on go.
We all seem low until the banker throws $400 our way.
It was our landing that got us there.
#LifeGoals
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2018 5:28pm
15th Nov 2018 5:28pm
Comfort In Me To You
Your words always remain comforting to me.
Alongside each smile that sneaks itself out.
When I witness you laugh it reminds me of all the first times.
Quite warming to every surrounding that is cold.
These paths we take in life sometimes need assistance.
You are my personal triple A delighting me with your constant roadside teaching full of heart on these roads of life.
Every gear in me is driven.
Standing refreshed there’s no reason to feel anything but secure with me.
Normal to feel let it out so you can feel.
Know that you have extra strength...
Alongside each smile that sneaks itself out.
When I witness you laugh it reminds me of all the first times.
Quite warming to every surrounding that is cold.
These paths we take in life sometimes need assistance.
You are my personal triple A delighting me with your constant roadside teaching full of heart on these roads of life.
Every gear in me is driven.
Standing refreshed there’s no reason to feel anything but secure with me.
Normal to feel let it out so you can feel.
Know that you have extra strength...
#love
#support
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Nov 2018 4:47pm
8th Nov 2018 4:47pm
Warm Drink
Warm I’ll take it.
Hands pour and stir the sugar or something like it.
Tongue becomes the taste tester as this drink is shared.
This one is drank slow.
When finished cravings thirst for more.
Hands pour and stir the sugar or something like it.
Tongue becomes the taste tester as this drink is shared.
This one is drank slow.
When finished cravings thirst for more.
#lust
507 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2018 3:28am
3rd Nov 2018 3:28am
Leave The Hallway Light On
Mother please leave that light on.
Especially if I’m going to put myself to sleep alone.
Brave there was no sign of sleep.
Like a bird with broken wings forced to fly.
Out I would have never known.
In the company of the imaginary ghost and monsters me all alone.
Sometimes sleep became two or three times of painful waking.
A little monster in the making.
Especially if I’m going to put myself to sleep alone.
Brave there was no sign of sleep.
Like a bird with broken wings forced to fly.
Out I would have never known.
In the company of the imaginary ghost and monsters me all alone.
Sometimes sleep became two or three times of painful waking.
A little monster in the making.
#loneliness
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2018 00:33am
2nd Nov 2018 00:33am
Rise Of Defeat
Started with passion.
But in years it seems have lost.
That boy running along Main Street was me.
If it’s one thing that’s wanted was to be that boy again.
Someone with fire that matches his actions.
Even after defeated I’d come back.
Close eyes to the night excited about tomorrow.
Only to do it all again.
Return to the person set to challenge my fear.
But in years it seems have lost.
That boy running along Main Street was me.
If it’s one thing that’s wanted was to be that boy again.
Someone with fire that matches his actions.
Even after defeated I’d come back.
Close eyes to the night excited about tomorrow.
Only to do it all again.
Return to the person set to challenge my fear.
#memories
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Oct 2018 1:13am
1st Oct 2018 1:13am
Till The Words Disappear
She ran away but still claimed one thing.
A thing that kept her understood.
It was that book.
A book of correlation.
Temporary satisfaction.
With no home to return to she had to endure the rain.
Mother Nature had no condition that could stop her from reading.
Rain continuously spilled on the pages causing ink to aimlessly run.
She promised herself she would read until the words disappeared.
A thing that kept her understood.
It was that book.
A book of correlation.
Temporary satisfaction.
With no home to return to she had to endure the rain.
Mother Nature had no condition that could stop her from reading.
Rain continuously spilled on the pages causing ink to aimlessly run.
She promised herself she would read until the words disappeared.
#loneliness
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 00:59am
1st Jul 2018 00:59am
Sun Bathed
Beaches and other places circled by water are calling to you.
Getting out on a day in summer.
Never could you have imagined you’d be sun bathing in a sand of dreams.
Days like these it doesn’t make it difficult for a man to see what he has.
Tan remains temporary.
But anything looks good on or off you.
Resting with both feet buried deep in the burning sand.
We could dry out under this sun kissing lips to a crisp.
Getting out on a day in summer.
Never could you have imagined you’d be sun bathing in a sand of dreams.
Days like these it doesn’t make it difficult for a man to see what he has.
Tan remains temporary.
But anything looks good on or off you.
Resting with both feet buried deep in the burning sand.
We could dry out under this sun kissing lips to a crisp.
#love
#erotic
#sun
#summer
#gratitude
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2018 00:22am
1st Jul 2018 00:22am
Reasons Inside
The older I become my morals harden.
So those constantly crossing it become enemies.
Tell your parents discipline is not my job for you.
Disrespectful and rude some are content with that.
In no way can I be present for those with mixed emotions all the time.
Not perfect but I try to remain consistent to those with care.
Winning is a lifelong drive.
It may drive me away from some.
So those constantly crossing it become enemies.
Tell your parents discipline is not my job for you.
Disrespectful and rude some are content with that.
In no way can I be present for those with mixed emotions all the time.
Not perfect but I try to remain consistent to those with care.
Winning is a lifelong drive.
It may drive me away from some.
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2018 3:29am
18th Jun 2018 3:29am
Your Dad’s Day
Grateful most importantly.
Have sympathy for those that have have to spend this day differently.
A majority of good can be said about most men with this busy role.
Knowing that things can’t always be perfect.
Mistakes have been made.
Sacrifice their own time for their kids like the main lady who is queen.
Good Dads exist.
Don’t let awful actions of some paint a picture of all.
Experienced a man who taught me how to behave and treat others like gold.
I’m not the best but I can say some of the good in me comes from my Dad.
So if you ever find...
Have sympathy for those that have have to spend this day differently.
A majority of good can be said about most men with this busy role.
Knowing that things can’t always be perfect.
Mistakes have been made.
Sacrifice their own time for their kids like the main lady who is queen.
Good Dads exist.
Don’t let awful actions of some paint a picture of all.
Experienced a man who taught me how to behave and treat others like gold.
I’m not the best but I can say some of the good in me comes from my Dad.
So if you ever find...
#gratitude
459 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2018 3:23am
18th Jun 2018 3:23am
Intro to introvert 1
Too many things some of us are forced to agree with.
Respect has been overlooked for a bunch of pathetic quick fixes.
Getting things done doesn’t include just sweeping task under the rug.
Hiding the fire only causes it to erupt day after day.
Never expect anyone to treat you as you do them.
In the 9-5 hours some of us sit among people we could never depend on.
Words don’t need to be said for people to start to understand.
Man must recharge in order to put a place to his straining focus.
Respect has been overlooked for a bunch of pathetic quick fixes.
Getting things done doesn’t include just sweeping task under the rug.
Hiding the fire only causes it to erupt day after day.
Never expect anyone to treat you as you do them.
In the 9-5 hours some of us sit among people we could never depend on.
Words don’t need to be said for people to start to understand.
Man must recharge in order to put a place to his straining focus.
#loneliness
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jun 2018 1:00am
11th Jun 2018 1:00am
Shark Within
Swimming under waves above as they crash.
Shocks of the water send an irritating volt through these waters.
Fused to the goal to satisfy hunger the shark ignores it.
During the bite no regret exists.
Deep in calm waters sometimes the shark stays floating.
Almost looks injured at this time.
Deceiving because the movements remain unreal.
Shocks of the water send an irritating volt through these waters.
Fused to the goal to satisfy hunger the shark ignores it.
During the bite no regret exists.
Deep in calm waters sometimes the shark stays floating.
Almost looks injured at this time.
Deceiving because the movements remain unreal.
#anger
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