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
11th Jun 2018 00:20am
11th Jun 2018 00:20am
Obstructive Machines 4
Faced with this type of opposition again.
Like walks in the snow storms but that was back then.
Then and now we grow alone.
People are there to help and witness.
A thought sits in the mind and reveals to myself that it happens to others as bad as this.
Cars we drive are ticking tombs.
Tell me how often you get caught up with vehicle damage.
In a rush why else would this be an inconvenience?
Dependence makes a hell of a broken character.
Once vehicles breakdown the chains that freedom came
from return.
Scattered change becomes your bus...
Like walks in the snow storms but that was back then.
Then and now we grow alone.
People are there to help and witness.
A thought sits in the mind and reveals to myself that it happens to others as bad as this.
Cars we drive are ticking tombs.
Tell me how often you get caught up with vehicle damage.
In a rush why else would this be an inconvenience?
Dependence makes a hell of a broken character.
Once vehicles breakdown the chains that freedom came
from return.
Scattered change becomes your bus...
#suffering
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 4:32pm
8th Mar 2018 4:32pm
Clearing To The Outgrowth
Ones own path must be played.
Creativity becomes suddenly soothing.
Peace of space with no worry.
This is something big to own into something even greater to come.
Change is good.
Even when change is bad adaptation is a must to survive.
You outgrow those who are no longer needed.
Endure the process.
Keep your visions clear.
Game over to start over.
Creativity becomes suddenly soothing.
Peace of space with no worry.
This is something big to own into something even greater to come.
Change is good.
Even when change is bad adaptation is a must to survive.
You outgrow those who are no longer needed.
Endure the process.
Keep your visions clear.
Game over to start over.
#courage
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2018 3:46pm
8th Mar 2018 3:46pm
Emergency Hall
Nobody would know what it is that you’ve been through.
Until expressed through the exhaustion of the day.
Compassion feels for efforts.
How could a human be so capable?
Driven by a heavy heart to care for those in need.
Determination became a good look.
Not just in sights but in the heating core throughout the body.
Who knew someone could have froze someone in the heat of a stressful day.
Frozen at the end of the hall.
Like the future the man awaits her arrival.
Until expressed through the exhaustion of the day.
Compassion feels for efforts.
How could a human be so capable?
Driven by a heavy heart to care for those in need.
Determination became a good look.
Not just in sights but in the heating core throughout the body.
Who knew someone could have froze someone in the heat of a stressful day.
Frozen at the end of the hall.
Like the future the man awaits her arrival.
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2017 2:40am
23rd Oct 2017 2:40am
Barrowed Flashback From The Devil
Good days are here.
Gaps of what has happened fills us with more fear.
If only to vanish some we'd hope just disappear.
Silence is almost impossible when people want to hear.
Erasing the past knowing the good is near.
Like the screen looked through at a visiting jail the devil was noticed.
Far from rational not even focused.
Proximity bombs had been set the whole duration.
Stunned in the sand hot and cold some did mention.
When that ghost visits the mist burned only for a short time.
Only vocal of lies.
Proof that evil never dies. ...
Gaps of what has happened fills us with more fear.
If only to vanish some we'd hope just disappear.
Silence is almost impossible when people want to hear.
Erasing the past knowing the good is near.
Like the screen looked through at a visiting jail the devil was noticed.
Far from rational not even focused.
Proximity bombs had been set the whole duration.
Stunned in the sand hot and cold some did mention.
When that ghost visits the mist burned only for a short time.
Only vocal of lies.
Proof that evil never dies. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Sep 2017 10:26pm
5th Sep 2017 10:26pm
Pawn Of Status
These days your worth of another floats among absent words.
One day existence means much to the one present.
There are trouble makers lurking among the daily shadows.
When someone's not around let's talk about all of their faults.
Gossip the entertainment of a dull situation.
The start of the games belongs to the pawn.
Yet they remain low ranking objects to those who choose to place their dirty hands.
As a pawn could the king be eliminated?
The pawns have no other names.
Many of the same pieces look a like.
Which ever pawn claims the role of...
One day existence means much to the one present.
There are trouble makers lurking among the daily shadows.
When someone's not around let's talk about all of their faults.
Gossip the entertainment of a dull situation.
The start of the games belongs to the pawn.
Yet they remain low ranking objects to those who choose to place their dirty hands.
As a pawn could the king be eliminated?
The pawns have no other names.
Many of the same pieces look a like.
Which ever pawn claims the role of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2017 10:08pm
5th Sep 2017 10:08pm
Accept The Faces Of Difference
Innocent we all began at one time.
Stereotypes criminalize some of us of all kinds.
No evil actions go without punishment.
Different in looks and color we are similar in most ways.
Before these pointless battles turn into war.
There will be no peace unless it's realized that none of us are superior over each other.
Stereotypes criminalize some of us of all kinds.
No evil actions go without punishment.
Different in looks and color we are similar in most ways.
Before these pointless battles turn into war.
There will be no peace unless it's realized that none of us are superior over each other.
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Aug 2017 1:59am
25th Aug 2017 1:59am
Enforced To Expose
Actions were never done for fame.
It was raised in him.
Those who possess real evil praise him.
Laughter against him made him strike.
Unconscious he acted in rage.
He tried to prevent such an outburst.
Singled out all the time he had no choice.
Innocent at the case but not at the moment of blank consequence.
Misguided he never had direction.
If these were actions of the devil was he to blame?
It was raised in him.
Those who possess real evil praise him.
Laughter against him made him strike.
Unconscious he acted in rage.
He tried to prevent such an outburst.
Singled out all the time he had no choice.
Innocent at the case but not at the moment of blank consequence.
Misguided he never had direction.
If these were actions of the devil was he to blame?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2017 10:44pm
2nd Jun 2017 10:44pm
No Stamped Property
Friends they'll support right?
Everyone wants something someone has.
No matter how close it has to be theirs.
They see happiness but still...
Loud vocalist in expressing they must have what's yours.
Share with all.
Share with all.
Plead all of innocence they'll swear on nothing to promise.
Getting old is moving on from a childhood of promising dreams.
Raised by executioners expected to carry out good deeds.
How fast can we move from what we have?
In the moment slowing down to reach for at least a few goals to conquer.
For a time I'll...
Everyone wants something someone has.
No matter how close it has to be theirs.
They see happiness but still...
Loud vocalist in expressing they must have what's yours.
Share with all.
Share with all.
Plead all of innocence they'll swear on nothing to promise.
Getting old is moving on from a childhood of promising dreams.
Raised by executioners expected to carry out good deeds.
How fast can we move from what we have?
In the moment slowing down to reach for at least a few goals to conquer.
For a time I'll...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2017 4:13am
1st Jun 2017 4:13am
See What I Want At Night
Energy is always fighting with sleepy eyes.
What's to offer is sometimes trapped in between a cold and hot place.
Only the summer is hot at night.
Sweat drips when the body keeps rapidly moving.
I could just get lost on a warm night.
Thoughts racing each other to figure out who will reach the end first.
Awareness is solid ground.
Awareness of what is seen at night.
Ghost of the future haunt at my bedside.
Screaming at me to get up.
Only to whisper that I've made it up.
What's to offer is sometimes trapped in between a cold and hot place.
Only the summer is hot at night.
Sweat drips when the body keeps rapidly moving.
I could just get lost on a warm night.
Thoughts racing each other to figure out who will reach the end first.
Awareness is solid ground.
Awareness of what is seen at night.
Ghost of the future haunt at my bedside.
Screaming at me to get up.
Only to whisper that I've made it up.
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Apr 2017 12:52pm
14th Apr 2017 12:52pm
Coffee or Flowers?
Driving holding onto patience.
Predictions keep a man's mind focused.
Been here before.
Just a different road traveled through.
In the morning a thirst for coffee brings meaning to ideas.
Thinking ahead without even making it to the destination.
Don't be shocked when you're told that you are the best thing that has come.
Experiences come and go.
Who's plan is it anyway to have attachments turn into strangers again?
Stronger how could things have been back to how great they were before?
Was happier alone.
Introverts do well inside with no...
Predictions keep a man's mind focused.
Been here before.
Just a different road traveled through.
In the morning a thirst for coffee brings meaning to ideas.
Thinking ahead without even making it to the destination.
Don't be shocked when you're told that you are the best thing that has come.
Experiences come and go.
Who's plan is it anyway to have attachments turn into strangers again?
Stronger how could things have been back to how great they were before?
Was happier alone.
Introverts do well inside with no...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Mar 2017 00:45am
11th Mar 2017 00:45am
Seduction Of Hell
There was a devil of a person who arrived.
Who knows from which direction it came from.
Yellow caution tape was clear visible in sight.
Things have been good before.
This time perfect didn't seem right.
Warnings circled like sharks would around a tiny sinking ship.
Invested deep before feet even had a chance to skim the water.
Heavy red flags sank the ship for the sharks eventually.
The taste of blood wasn't as intriguing.
Spit back out only to stand on two feet again.
Ruffled from a tiny battle with some kind of demon.
On to the next the...
Who knows from which direction it came from.
Yellow caution tape was clear visible in sight.
Things have been good before.
This time perfect didn't seem right.
Warnings circled like sharks would around a tiny sinking ship.
Invested deep before feet even had a chance to skim the water.
Heavy red flags sank the ship for the sharks eventually.
The taste of blood wasn't as intriguing.
Spit back out only to stand on two feet again.
Ruffled from a tiny battle with some kind of demon.
On to the next the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2017 11:57pm
10th Mar 2017 11:57pm
Color Everything With Light
Everything from a blank black car stereo has light in it.
Music colors the blank air.
One dull feeling has no sound.
Talking to someone of trust brings back soothing noise.
Hardened by age.
We fight to stay young looking for the light in things.
Sometimes we rush ourselves too far not to really see.
Before it's too late we may reach the end with no energy to reflect back.
Whenever we have fun it's all about remembering the memories.
Light is possible in everyone but lately we've been locking ourselves away with different keys.
Reality has...
Music colors the blank air.
One dull feeling has no sound.
Talking to someone of trust brings back soothing noise.
Hardened by age.
We fight to stay young looking for the light in things.
Sometimes we rush ourselves too far not to really see.
Before it's too late we may reach the end with no energy to reflect back.
Whenever we have fun it's all about remembering the memories.
Light is possible in everyone but lately we've been locking ourselves away with different keys.
Reality has...
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