M Clement: Poems

506 · Aug 2013

M Clement Aug 2013

Various tonalities made their
Way across the damp air

Only made wetter through
The assistance of shower steam
And fitful sobbing

504 · Apr 2016

House-Heart

M Clement Apr 2016

House-Heart

A home is called a house
Unless it's found within a heart
House-heart
Heart-house?

What's the equivalent to arson
to a heart, son?
Said pops to the squatty flour-child.

Slow insanity is better than speeding.
No tickets that way, he says to himself.
What's to quote, Shakespeare or shaken
spears?
Romans put their enemies head on pikes.
Mike's Hard Lemonade is like the adult Kool-Aid.

We take everything.
We take nothing
but
everything.

Writing is getting sloppyer
as ded sed won day
**** te frunch an' all dey sed.

Sanity slips in the house
The heart-house
The house-heart
Sanity slips

I love writing pseudo-nonsensically, if that weren't apparent by now. It all means something. This is inspired by a few tracks from A Lot Like Birds' album: No Place.
Thanks for reading, and God Bless.

503 · Jun 2013

The Heffalump goes bump

M Clement Jun 2013

The Heffalump goes bump

It's weird
They say distance
makes the heart grow fonder
Due to experience,
I won't disagree
I hope you don't either

503 · Jan 2013

Shaking and Unsettled

M Clement Jan 2013

Shaking and Unsettled

*******.
Seriously,
I'd love to.

I mean, I thought things had changed
I thought we were friends
But the minute I saw you twirling your hair,
Fixing what I never thought was broken
****.

I don't even want lust,
I want you.

You

Always

I know things have changed in your eyes
Breaking up,
Without a relationship
We are not together,
We never were.

Can you stay here forever?
I don't want to let go of
Your
Picture
Your
Face

"I sound like a teenager."
She said reading her own
Work
That goes both ways now,
Both ways

503 · Oct 2013

He said what?

M Clement Oct 2013

He said what?

Every single little **** who thinks he’s entitled to his own opinions
Eats liver on the back of the nymphomaniac’s forefront
Vulgarity for the sake of such

If there was anything I could tell you
It would be to go away
I don’t need you here
But who are you
And what am I?
And why is he?
And how is she?

Messages of forlorn from me to you
You and I
Sky is pi
And ridiculous atrocities through 10 story buildings

Russian mobsters break my wrists
And make it so my wings lift me higher

Let’s speak in forked tongues about the future
Let’s speak in future about tongues

I feel like I need more gasoline in my veins
I gotta keep going somehow

I’m not writing for you.
I used to, I used to,
I used to write for you.
I still poetically stutter.

Write for me, write for You?
Write for me.
Writing for me for now.
Hopefully there’s a shift in the paradigm.

I just wrote, not for likes, not for anyone. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I guess somewhere in there is reality.

502 · Jun 2013

I think there's something in my alcohol

M Clement Jun 2013

I think there's something in my alcohol

There's a lot in my mind,
And a ton on my heart
There's so much fear
A lot more anger
Quite a bit of resentment
And a good amount of frustration

I'm sitting at a crossroads

I don't remember what road I took to get here

And there are 4+ roads that I could travel down
I have no clue where to go
And even worse... I think I'm chasing away anyone who can help

500 · Dec 2012

If I don't say it, is it any better?

M Clement Dec 2012

If I don't say it, is it any better?

Hot ****,
**** your ****

There it's out,
and I'm quite
happy
with it

That's really all I gotta say
I hope it gets through to you
The way things've been going
I won't hold my breath

Like winds in the desert,
No one's there to hear it
If a tree falls in the woods,
and no one's there
Would you care?

Watching shows on HGTV
Let's do some renovation
Scared of your indifference
Out here I'll be pacing
I'm typing now, really typing
Dictated words to give to all of you.
I hope you're proud of me, Mom,
Cuz this one's not for you.

DIY you *******,
feel my hate and sit
Poetry's my anger piece,
I hope you've had enough of it

Therapy

500 · Jun 2013

I think in some way, I can make sense of nothing

M Clement Jun 2013

I think in some way, I can make sense of nothing

Mr. O'Leary spoke to the wooden spoon
I don't quite remember what he said
But he looked at me with queer eyes
And never spoke again

I remember that day vividly
As the cat fell atop my forehead
And the sky turned gray
As no one danced, that day
And something fell into my vat

A child, a child!
Made of potatoes and rye
Fell into a vat, and like a child, did cry

I flipped the bird's nest
And broke the camel
To save that child's face

But nothing, alas nothing could this day, erase.

Nonsense poetry at its finest?

499 · Nov 2012

Like tree branches in the wind

M Clement Nov 2012

Like tree branches in the wind

I probably would have died today
Well, I could have
Ok, probably not
Well,
possibly

I mean,
I never thought I'd be here
At least, not earlier
Not even today, really

I'm speaking nonsense
I hope you didn't expect any better
I'm giving my two cents
Come, get to know me better

In reality, back to the beginning
I think everyday we could die
Why am I alive today?
I'm really not sure.
There's a greater purpose,
if you're into that.
No
There's a greater purpose.
I'm not sure I could live otherwise.

Is this getting through to you,
reader?
Reader are you there?
I do seriously hope you are.
It's cold here.
Here in the writer's gallows
You can leave me hanging
I don't mind

I might die today
Are you there?
We could die today

497 · Aug 2013

Dearest Felix, I've recently seen a therapist; I'm just waiting for an answer

M Clement Aug 2013

Dearest Felix, I've recently seen a therapist; I'm just waiting for an answer

She sat pensively
Staring at the wall
As if it would slowly change in front of her
Revealing the solution to all her problems

She sat there for hours
And it never let go a single secret.

493 · Sep 2013

I Need Your Assistance

M Clement Sep 2013

I Need Your Assistance

Please, I ask sincerely,
Give me a prompt or two.
This is a sincere request
From Me
To You.

Seriously, I'd love some prompts! Give me a line, a sentence, a couple of words! I'll take it and make it into something new! A poem, even, if you'd like me to.

493 · Nov 2012

Right hand cuts for the right man

M Clement Nov 2012

Right hand cuts for the right man

What to take
From a life with no lies?
With trials,
tribulations,
temptations,
troubles
And No black ink
On the body of ideals

Father’s happy
Mother’s happy
Brother and Sister
Jealous and angered
Frustrated and battered
Tired and at loss

Cup’s over flown
Body is gone
Wine spilled forth
Bread passed down
Taken as what is
He is.

I don't normally write religious pieces, though I am a Catholic (yes practicing, sorry for the language). I always find my own religious pieces groan worthy, but I figured I'd post one, see what y'all think.

492 · Jun 2013

An evening alone

M Clement Jun 2013

An evening alone

As sin slowly covered my skin
My soul cries out
And I try to drown myself
Hopefully I'll still be accepted

492 · Mar 2013

Well rooted

M Clement Mar 2013

Well rooted

I was once a great tree
My circumference wide
My branches long
I reached to the heavens
I yearned for water
and drank heartily
And the sun,
the sun greeted me daily

There were days
Us trees
We would lounge about
Being trees
After a time; however,
I saw so many leave
So quickly
Cut down at such ripe ages

The teeth
The teeth
The teeth they gnashed
They tore into the flesh
To the bark
I was a tree
And there were many with me
But slowly, we disappeared

The teeth
You brought
The teeth
They gnashed
You held nothing back
And ripped apart my flesh
Just like the many before me

492 · Feb 2014

Add a poem

M Clement Feb 2014

Add a poem

My names are misnomers,
but you already knew that.

My lines are free flowing,
but these give no credence to that.

I wish to let you know I live,
and let you know desire's back.

I care, I care, I care so deeply,
and that is the end of that.

GUYS, GUYS! I was inspired to write again! YAY! :D Hopefully I'll be back on more. We shall see.

490 · Jun 2013

Love Wheel of Fortune

M Clement Jun 2013

Love Wheel of Fortune

I know you like to read what I wrote
And I love to read what you write
And we'll keep peering into each other's lives
Letter by letter
Word by word
Until sooner or later,
We're present

But until then
Our minds will fill in the blanks

489 · Mar 2013

At least they know what their goal is...

M Clement Mar 2013

At least they know what their goal is...

Movement issues
Occupy Parkinson’s
We are the 99% of the muscles
That don’t ******* work right.

I watched a video on Parkinson's disease. Interesting stuff.
I don't know what put me on the Occupy Movement, though.

488 · Aug 2013

A flightful mind-thought

M Clement Aug 2013

A flightful mind-thought

There happens to be duller
Formalities
In the incarnations
of my silence, thank you.

483 · Dec 2012

Repetition Commision

M Clement Dec 2012

Repetition Commision

I say this over
and over
and over
and over and over
and over
and over
I've said it over
and over
and over
and over
and over
I'll say it over
and over
and over
and over
and over:
I consistently
disappoint
no one
but myself

482 · Mar 2013

In essence(s)

M Clement Mar 2013

In essence(s)

Trying to turn off
Lights that were never on
Fear

480 · Jun 2013

Egregious mistakes in thinking

M Clement Jun 2013

Egregious mistakes in thinking

I realized,
After a good amount of time
I don't know you at all
And I'd rather die
Than I agree to what you ascribe to

What's worse than feeling
Betrayed by those you thought
Saw things your way?

Death to those most innocent.

479 · Oct 2014

to err on the side of circumstance

M Clement Oct 2014

to err on the side of circumstance

Writing is soul less as Icarus finally
touches the sun

Burning, burning Willow trees
my mind is yet undone

The smoke illuminates nothing but
the fragile frame

I wrote, I wrote, I wrote for this
and yet I still feel the same

477 · May 2013

A friend's room

M Clement May 2013

A friend's room

I hope you're reading this
Because I miss you like crazy
I miss the many nights, I was privileged with
Calling you baby

I remember the night
Where you told me how you felt
And how naked, lying next to you
I was beside myself

You told me you make people feel calm
I think it's more than that
And I'm addicted to your tumblr
I hate that I know where it's at

Because you're a ******* drug to me
And withdrawal hurts so badly
I've thought about you 10,000 times today alone
And I know that I'm acting madly

I'm crazy about you
And you feel the same
So, why is this so much easier
In my brain?

In there, we're married
And everything's ok
But in real life, we're struggling
And We've both seen so much pain

There's love for you here
But it's so strong, that I can't be there
I can't hold you back
I can't keep you to myself.

I love you too much to be selfish.
I'm trying to give you the world.
He's out there.
Find him
And know, that I dearly wish he were
Me.

Love is patient, and love is kind. Why is love so difficult?

477 · Apr 2014

And now a poem for daddy issues

M Clement Apr 2014

And now a poem for daddy issues

That's it.
The name is the theme
The theme's in the name.

I'm listening to the 4th of July on Spotify
That rhymed; unintentional
Do you even listen to "The Lonely Island", bro?

I'm so clever.

This is a thank you note, dad.
I'm going to talk to you soon.

It's like we're on different planets
Except you're on the moon.

Not too distant,
but altogether too far for me to travel

Altogether too far for you to travel.

We can't even carry conversation

*Isn't it fun?

476 · Apr 2014

There's that pesky language again.

M Clement Apr 2014

There's that pesky language again.

Me, you?
A pile of stew?
A dinner for two?
A side of verbal spew?
Oh, ****.
I picked up sticks
and allowed my mind
to create you different.
You scare me.
Wine in hand
I make weird plans
I use rope and some vinegar too.

Brain cloud, said Joe to his volcano
erupts inside Meg Ryan
"Where are you?"

Tobey Maguire cries rivers
His ***** is this big.

Go deeper for truth
Go deeper for answers
Let's swell and burst.
Spanish for "**** me".

474 · May 2014

I feel, like, SErioUSS

M Clement May 2014

I feel, like, SErioUSS

I follow your tracks from garden patch
to garden patch
From dirt
to leaf
From leaf to fence
I'm starting to wonder
Where the heck you went
Across the street
Down the alley,
You can motor,
Goodness!
By golly!
Past the dumpster
And by the trash can,
I bet I'll find you,
Little man!

Or woman,
Do you have genders?
I feel like someone has said...

CRUNCH

Uh, whoops...
I guess the snail's dead.

Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook prompts; this one: snail goo.

473 · Jul 2017

What does the date matter, anway?

M Clement Jul 2017

What does the date matter, anway?

Hey girl, I’m a mess.
You’re a “private ****” with a holster
I guess.
I’m a private **** undercover;
I jest.
All I want is to **** and be heard.
I’m sure I can go without the latter;
Just **** me like I matter.

It’d be easier if you’d have your life figured out.
That line goes for us both, I suppose.

I keep thinking it’s easier to drive her away,
I’m not enough.
So I’m looking through a window, at a woman I don’t really love.
Wondering if she’s the secret key,
Like there is one.

I suppose that’s why **** is so easy, right?
You come with me.
It doesn’t matter what I have in my pocket,
What the bad things I did today were,
Who the **** I am.

I’m just a private ****.

Tonight's listening: "first take"- Travis Scott

472 · Dec 2013

Please press repeat

M Clement Dec 2013

Please press repeat

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Please press repeat

Life set to rewind
Time set fast-forward
Learning things too late?
Is that the best
being haltered?

Take shape, dear poetry
Little, hiding words, implore me
Godly benevolence
adores me.

And what's there to say
At the end of the day
When the lights are on backwards
And my eyes facing forward

Rhyming with forward is hard
Rhyming with forward is hard
Rhyming with forward is difficult
And I want you to know

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Please press repeat

Sorta wanted to write a song, but also wanted to write something. Been listening to "because the internet" by Childish Gambino; it's great. Also, this is sorta inspired by a blog post by Michael Gungor regarding christian music.

472 · Jul 2014

I don't know what that means

M Clement Jul 2014

I don't know what that means

If I drink and I write
Will I be more coherent
Or will my thoughts
Be evermore etched into
Eternity

There's a smell on my breath
That doesn't translate to text
But I can walk on water for an illusion

Color this arrested development

471 · Apr 2013

10 words (10 words)

M Clement Apr 2013

10 words (10 words)

There's so many emotions
that are conveyed with ten words

471 · Jan 2017

Tit-for-tat, and all that.

M Clement Jan 2017

***-for-tat, and all that.

Hollow bodies all toil in compassion for something they truly want,
but we speak as if the truth were individual, subjective; there's no line in the sand into what's bad unless everyone agrees.

Who's really wrong? What's really wrong?

Can we ever hope to draw a lion?
I ****** up a serious tone with a joke.

The last line really says it all.

470 · Dec 2012

Honesty is above me

M Clement Dec 2012

Honesty is above me

Now for sobriety,
I'm done with the talk-ups

Swearing like it's my job
I hope you get the memo
I feel like ****
When I talk this horrible

Speak the gospel
I speak atrocities

Not acting like Jesus,
But I hope my momma's proud of me

Split standards,
Two houses,
I know one's proud
Or maybe neither,
I dunno,
I'm just typing out-loud.

469 · Apr 2015

Uhm

M Clement Apr 2015

Uhm

A pawn
It sits atop a white square
its blackened wood contrasting

The lawn
the dirt and rooted mixture
Sitting atop, or simply 'is' Earth

The people
all alike and different
casting shadows, shapes, and 'morrows

This poem
a collection of words and phrase
fitting neither in reality nor falsehood.

468 · Dec 2012

Trees make good bathroom buddies

M Clement Dec 2012

Trees make good bathroom buddies

Have you ever stared at yourself in the bathroom
Given yourself a good look

Caressed yourself
To know yourself more intimately
Understand the areas
That get your heart beating faster
Someone may thank you later

Have you ever used the restroom
In front of
A mirror
Just sitting there
Staring while you ****
Staring while you ****

Makes me think of nature...
There are no mirrors in nature
Just reflections in the water

I was trying to tip-toe my way around ****** functions, but couldn't think of the proper words; I just went with what worked at the time.

463 · May 2016

Depression's basically otherworldly

M Clement May 2016

Depression's basically otherworldly

He sat listless
As tv static called in distance

Move your hands
Not your legs
Exercise nothing
Your brain should be empty

As inky black tendrils consume all that he is,
was, hopes to ever be,
he attempts not
to provide a decent fight,
or a fight at all.

He remains listless
Feeling the pain of every single movement
In the lingering darkness of his surroundings

458 · Dec 2013

Call her up on inspiration, knock down barriers in desperation

M Clement Dec 2013

Call her up on inspiration, knock down barriers in desperation

Home screams "42!" in red and white
Push it to the side
I have no time tonight

We are all separate, but wholly one
They are all separate, but wholly one
Father, Ghost, and the Son

Strange meetings in the middle of everything
Stare at the ground,
while your gaze starts to sting

How old are you?
How old am I?

Why did you grab my leg?
How did you notice my movements?
Where are you?

I want nothing to do with tomorrow.
Because self pity of today is overwhelming.
Knowing better doesn't change the actions
And my hip wants to pop out of its socket
Traction
Gaining
Hydro-planing
On the streets of whe'ever the **** in Oregon

Loss and gain
Measure the same, but one feels so much
heavier than the other.

Push beads back
Hold her hair back
The only difference is sharing loneliness with another

I'm not saying that I understand, fully what's happening here.
[Soul searching, or so I've been told]
But I know that you and I are worlds apart.

Is there this great of a disconnect between the rest of the world and I?
*Because the Internet

Lots on my mind, and I intentionally stayed up to let it spill out. Sorry for the language, but it felt proper here. Also, if you like the varied tonalities that I feel, check out "Because the Internet" by Childish Gambino. It's a fascinating record.

457 · Jun 2013

Mid-night

M Clement Jun 2013

Mid-night

I looked down the road tonight
I saw car lights and streetlights
and streetlights and car brights
And flashes and flashes
As one car passes
As two cars pass
And tail lights flash
And drivers get brash
I realize slowly that I'm sitting in the middle of a highway
And I show no sign of stopping
Unlike many of the drivers passing by

456 · Dec 2012

Well, come on in

M Clement Dec 2012

Well, come on in

Give me your thoughts
For which I'll pay
$25

Meat Sellers walk
To doorsteps
Buy large stacks
Meat
Meat
Meet the salesman
As he walks to your
Dining room

Put them in your
Freezer
These large stacks of steak
Pre-cut
Pre-packaged
Do you know
What you've signed for yet?

455 · May 2014

Babble.

M Clement May 2014

Babble.

The galaxy,
the center
The life of the space that we occupy
The eye of the life of the space that we occupy
The center of the eye of the life of the space we occupy

Who's there?
What's there?
How's there?
When?

What lies at the center?
Who's the apple to the galaxy's eye?
Is it the Sun?
The son of the sun?
The Son?

What's at the center of the space that we occupy?
What's the life of the space that we occupy?
Where's the carrot?

What's the apple?

Fruits of the space vaccuum.

Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook Prompts. This prompt: The Apple of the Galaxy's eye.

455 · Nov 2012

Sometimes I mean things I don't say

M Clement Nov 2012

Sometimes I mean things I don't say

I use poetry to please her
Food to feed her
And sometimes I eat her

I gotta write that down
**** that’s a good line.

Splittin’ rhymes in time
And I can’t flow off seconds

I need another break to catch
My own thoughts… and put them on paper

I imagine birds trying to fly
But you catch them by the tail
And slam them on their faces

Their corpse limp in the bitter
Embrace of your fingertips
Then you put them on that sheet
Of lined paper

Like the stuff you wrote on
In grade school

Pretty it up a bit.
Draw some lines on it.
Put a bird on it
You got art
But do you got poetry?

Give me praise
Give me money
Give me power
******* it all.

I mean it.

454 · Sep 2015

This is a poem.

M Clement Sep 2015

This is a poem.

I left my brain to the left of the stove.
I think it's on fire.

453 · Jan 2017

"Mother's Across Campus"

M Clement Jan 2017

"Mother's Across Campus"

"Just remember the last password,"
Passing out over dog turds
As they flush out their ***** soaked linens.

A second away, a crusader she stays,
letting men and women, alike, hit rock bottom.
Her hair properly coiffed,
Her apron in a knot,
tied neatly, behind her back.
She waters the garden,
begs for no pardons
and awaits the hose to lose its slack.

I just had this random thought of a traditional "mom" in American culture, not give a **** about kids ******* themselves up.

452 · Dec 2013

I need to read The Great Divorce

M Clement Dec 2013

I need to read The Great Divorce

All at once,
And nothing.

There's nothing to write here,
Not this morning.

Slow key tappings beneath speech of a philosopher.

Do you know the meaning of the word love?
[Take notes]
Subtle key tappings.

Problem is I almost never read.

450 · Jul 2014

Inspiration//breakdown

M Clement Jul 2014

Inspiration//breakdown

I read another's poem
And lost the one I was to write.

450 · Jun 2013

Love letter

M Clement Jun 2013

Love letter

I realized, looking into her eyes
In a picture
In a room
In my mind
That I never gave her a chance

She deserves better

And every time I think of her,
I want to be that

We forced it
And ****, was it hot
But I'm not about to lose her
And in order to keep her
We need the parking break

It's time to stop putting pressure on us both
And just be
Be friends
Be loving
Be spiritual
Be understanding
Be strong and weak
And be with and without

There's a serenity in the days
I miss her so dearly, but I know now
How much I needed this
How much we needed this

I am in a relationship, contrary to electronic letters
and words

I pray about you often
Just about every time I pray, honestly
And the thought of you with another man makes me physically ill
I almost can't imagine it

I love you more than I can put into words
And simply for the sole reason that you are
Who you are

449 · Jun 2013

If there's anything more, speak now, or forever hold your peace.

M Clement Jun 2013

If there's anything more, speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Frankly, I think you could do a lot better than me.
And as I write it,
There's a lot of pain there
But I feel like it's true

I don't want to cause anyone stress
I don't want to be a burden
And when it's me and sunny beaches,
I wouldn't blame you for choosing beaches
I'd encourage it

I'm sorry.

443 · Sep 2013

Farewell

M Clement Sep 2013

Farewell

I am struggling to be apart from this.
In its entirety
Because I am it
and it, me
But I want to be away
To be held
To be in awe of a greater presence.
I grow tired of this.
I grow weary of corporeal
Of being.

I want to be away.
To be apart.
To say farewell to this.

I am feeling not so great tonight. I recognize my poetry reflects that. I'm ok! I promise. This is just a bump in the road.

440 · Jul 2014

Old town//New folks

M Clement Jul 2014

Old town//New folks

Optional antiquity
I'm having to recreate my own life

Moving back to a city I once knew
Only to realize it no longer knows me

Let's call this a practice run
You're out of practice, ***

And there's nothing more to say at the moment

439 · Nov 2013

I got my eyes on you.

M Clement Nov 2013

I got my eyes on you.

You're a good girl, and you know it
But what does that make me?

Let's let glue run through my veins
I'll stick with anything you give me.

Short poems always seem to give a sense of importance.

436 · Aug 2015

Afterthought

M Clement Aug 2015

Afterthought

Putting fingers to keys
is as laborious as pushing a nail through my flesh.

Slow, painful, and weighted.

If there were something to say, it's been said before.
If there was something to do, it's been done before.

I am a mouth of sand overflow.
My hands do nothing but bring shame upon my family name,
and my feet sludge through confusion and ambiguity.