Submissions by ClearmindedVillain
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been writing poetry for years. Right now I'm just in a more advanced stage in my writing. Focusing on proper editing,writing different types of poems,competitions,and most importantly learning.This site is great!
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2014 00:09am
13th May 2014 00:09am
Waiting for execution
Just want to have fun.
Even if I have to travel to do so does that make me untrustworthy?
Mistakes rain only to be a sprinkling.
Somewhat aware of what awaits me when I return home.
Just a friend that screams bullshit.
You knew of this opportunity of yours way before I was erased.
Good things come out of the sweet man.
She's worried that she won't be able to live through this opportunity placed before her.
Even if I have to travel to do so does that make me untrustworthy?
Mistakes rain only to be a sprinkling.
Somewhat aware of what awaits me when I return home.
Just a friend that screams bullshit.
You knew of this opportunity of yours way before I was erased.
Good things come out of the sweet man.
She's worried that she won't be able to live through this opportunity placed before her.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 11:12pm
10th Mar 2014 11:12pm
Blink to sparkle
Worth explaining to whoever can see the shine.
At a distance all that was seen was a silhouette.
A stare with less strain but more power.
These eyes are placed victorious giving image to the face.
Not alone these eyes have flavor calmly staying beautifully distinct.
Her eyes record imagination through finger tips to blank sheets of paper.
What's drawn must first be seen.
Come on gaze through all that's dull with your creative paint.
Even after words are spoken those eyes cause some to become speechless.
Travel with this gift and look into the darkest parts...
At a distance all that was seen was a silhouette.
A stare with less strain but more power.
These eyes are placed victorious giving image to the face.
Not alone these eyes have flavor calmly staying beautifully distinct.
Her eyes record imagination through finger tips to blank sheets of paper.
What's drawn must first be seen.
Come on gaze through all that's dull with your creative paint.
Even after words are spoken those eyes cause some to become speechless.
Travel with this gift and look into the darkest parts...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Mar 2014 10:00pm
10th Mar 2014 10:00pm
Ultimate lift off
We're alone together to do anything.
As relaxing as swimming in a warm heated pool.
Our process moves slow only to grow longer.
When all is right two people grow fonder.
No actors here unscripted there's no rule.
We're alone together to do anything.
Hitting the mattress we begin a smooth repeating sinking.
Made to know how to use the tool.
Our process moves slow only to grow longer.
Hooked in the moment working out with fun we become stronger.
Natural inner body rushes are the running fuel.
We're alone...
As relaxing as swimming in a warm heated pool.
Our process moves slow only to grow longer.
When all is right two people grow fonder.
No actors here unscripted there's no rule.
We're alone together to do anything.
Hitting the mattress we begin a smooth repeating sinking.
Made to know how to use the tool.
Our process moves slow only to grow longer.
Hooked in the moment working out with fun we become stronger.
Natural inner body rushes are the running fuel.
We're alone...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 5:26pm
19th Feb 2014 5:26pm
Day getting older
This morning I'm older than I was yesterday.
No memory of the day of birth.
Miracles are spoken of like the day I came.
Today will consist of rest which was granted.
Slowing down in the sprint with no plans to rush the day.
Grateful is the overwhelming feeling sweeping the deeds done from underneath the rug.
Family remains warm.
God has plans.
Don't want to be so good to be taken early.
No memory of the day of birth.
Miracles are spoken of like the day I came.
Today will consist of rest which was granted.
Slowing down in the sprint with no plans to rush the day.
Grateful is the overwhelming feeling sweeping the deeds done from underneath the rug.
Family remains warm.
God has plans.
Don't want to be so good to be taken early.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 5:04pm
19th Feb 2014 5:04pm
Best friends
Just words nothing more or less.
You're my best friend is such an elementary title can't find the meaning.
A waste it's not even worth sensing.
Now that the introduction is over with.
The time has come to eye the body.
Smarter we know this as a wrong speech.
Without hands stretched out for kindness how are we suppose to reach?
Here not moving growing in so many countless ways.
Before it's too late we should all gather as equals.
One of the only times that forgetting is okay is when it has to do with likes and dislikes.
You're my best friend is such an elementary title can't find the meaning.
A waste it's not even worth sensing.
Now that the introduction is over with.
The time has come to eye the body.
Smarter we know this as a wrong speech.
Without hands stretched out for kindness how are we suppose to reach?
Here not moving growing in so many countless ways.
Before it's too late we should all gather as equals.
One of the only times that forgetting is okay is when it has to do with likes and dislikes.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 00:57am
14th Feb 2014 00:57am
Skipping to before and after
Calmness and regular everyday movements remain the introduction.
Excited for what seems to be promised.
Together fear and excitement are stirred well to make our conquering.
What about the middle?
Rushing straight from the beginning to the end ourselves seem to slowly overheat.
Stay awhile and settle to appreciate all that's in between.
Once the end is reached do you really want to be back tracking with regret?
I didn't think so.
Without forcing others kindly guide them to the middle.
With sweetest words involved.
Thank you elderly person for showing...
Excited for what seems to be promised.
Together fear and excitement are stirred well to make our conquering.
What about the middle?
Rushing straight from the beginning to the end ourselves seem to slowly overheat.
Stay awhile and settle to appreciate all that's in between.
Once the end is reached do you really want to be back tracking with regret?
I didn't think so.
Without forcing others kindly guide them to the middle.
With sweetest words involved.
Thank you elderly person for showing...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jan 2014 00:10am
5th Jan 2014 00:10am
Risk Filled Anticipation
In the dreams of our minds we are in the same boat.
One person wants to jump off into the clear innocent ocean. We say we are ready but we're not.
The other person thinks so cautious.
Now they're no longer on the same page.
Who would ever be able to explain what happened?
Written with a pen lost outside the lines the ink ran wet off the page.
Less serious someone is always pursued.
Options rotate all around further then we see.
Leave anything that could hurt in the dark.
We say we are ready but we're not.
Games good or bad have always...
One person wants to jump off into the clear innocent ocean. We say we are ready but we're not.
The other person thinks so cautious.
Now they're no longer on the same page.
Who would ever be able to explain what happened?
Written with a pen lost outside the lines the ink ran wet off the page.
Less serious someone is always pursued.
Options rotate all around further then we see.
Leave anything that could hurt in the dark.
We say we are ready but we're not.
Games good or bad have always...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Dec 2013 7:36am
6th Dec 2013 7:36am
Race to split the end
Everything about chasing after you was beautiful.
Standing by me still you were running.
We are both sprinting as you look back at me following.
The moment asked for nothing so you smiled back.
Can a man be blamed for being excited about these exchanges?
Silent will you ever know how he really felt about you?
Late eyes can't close without a soft touch.
Lifted as they call it.
Virtually a drink was poured into a green cup.
In reality these drinks slowed a man down.
Thinking alone we could be moving or just holding.
Liquid hits the senses and brings...
Standing by me still you were running.
We are both sprinting as you look back at me following.
The moment asked for nothing so you smiled back.
Can a man be blamed for being excited about these exchanges?
Silent will you ever know how he really felt about you?
Late eyes can't close without a soft touch.
Lifted as they call it.
Virtually a drink was poured into a green cup.
In reality these drinks slowed a man down.
Thinking alone we could be moving or just holding.
Liquid hits the senses and brings...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2013 6:58am
6th Dec 2013 6:58am
Paths already paved
Look at the next thing you pick up closely.
Someone fought wars for that.
Didn't sleep for that.
Starved for that.
Cried for that.
Whatever it is does it hold suffering value to you?
Lost forever or dead in this there was sacrifice.
Struggles heard even video recorded in history.
For us all to respect and see.
Someone fought wars for that.
Didn't sleep for that.
Starved for that.
Cried for that.
Whatever it is does it hold suffering value to you?
Lost forever or dead in this there was sacrifice.
Struggles heard even video recorded in history.
For us all to respect and see.
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
14th Oct 2013 4:07am
14th Oct 2013 4:07am
Against Fear
Dressed and padded for pain at the beginning.
In the moment it's like swimming.
After the strain it's incredible.
A natural high we all long for.
Noticed work paid off.
Necessary recognition breaching popular fame.
Everybody heard it.
Now they can see it.
Nobody can fake to be tough here.
Warriors at the sun's crash into the night.
Later we can be lovers to our women deep into the night.
Waking in the morning with victories by our sides.
This is a brief reenactment of how the real men of the past played life.
In the moment it's like swimming.
After the strain it's incredible.
A natural high we all long for.
Noticed work paid off.
Necessary recognition breaching popular fame.
Everybody heard it.
Now they can see it.
Nobody can fake to be tough here.
Warriors at the sun's crash into the night.
Later we can be lovers to our women deep into the night.
Waking in the morning with victories by our sides.
This is a brief reenactment of how the real men of the past played life.
71 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2013 4:43pm
11th Oct 2013 4:43pm
Borrowed time for temporary company
Time had passed and even though you were distant your life was meant to be seen online.
Just to guess it looks like you're doing fine.
Like the end of a good movie everyone left forever satisfied after the last time.
Nobody knew each other enough to cross the line.
Too much of a good thing could end in dark colors.
What if it could happen again?
Risks of it ending different almost forces everyone to stay where they belong.
Not completely caught the escapes over there.
Dangerously good those times left that effect.
Like a tape being played to the end it was...
Just to guess it looks like you're doing fine.
Like the end of a good movie everyone left forever satisfied after the last time.
Nobody knew each other enough to cross the line.
Too much of a good thing could end in dark colors.
What if it could happen again?
Risks of it ending different almost forces everyone to stay where they belong.
Not completely caught the escapes over there.
Dangerously good those times left that effect.
Like a tape being played to the end it was...
93 reads
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 4:33pm
20th Jun 2013 4:33pm
Modern Day Egyptian Princess
Let me ask how do you appear this perfect?
Looking down the halls everyday you're seen as a beauty.
From the way she walks to the sweet way she talks to me.
Wish I could say I've seen someone as stunning as this before.
I'd be crazy to boast about what I've seen cause no one would understand.
Fake truths swarm the air but I know all the bees want is her honey.
Who is really afraid to speak or physically act out?
How far can an act of kindness go before it transforms into unbreakable attraction?
In one move your eyes open and a smile forms.
It's some form...
Looking down the halls everyday you're seen as a beauty.
From the way she walks to the sweet way she talks to me.
Wish I could say I've seen someone as stunning as this before.
I'd be crazy to boast about what I've seen cause no one would understand.
Fake truths swarm the air but I know all the bees want is her honey.
Who is really afraid to speak or physically act out?
How far can an act of kindness go before it transforms into unbreakable attraction?
In one move your eyes open and a smile forms.
It's some form...
83 reads
1 Comment
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