Submissions by CeCe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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The wind which blows through these doors will tell secrets of structure & tales of the architecture of a human soul.
Removed from shame & whole in the knowing of faulty beams...
Rusted pipes, tear stained sheets left in forgotten drawers next to misguided dreams.
These windows have pain.
And therefore broken they remain.
Jagged & dangerous to reach inside,
Even if only to turn a lock of pride.
Written @ 3:13 am 1/17/13
Removed from shame & whole in the knowing of faulty beams...
Rusted pipes, tear stained sheets left in forgotten drawers next to misguided dreams.
These windows have pain.
And therefore broken they remain.
Jagged & dangerous to reach inside,
Even if only to turn a lock of pride.
Written @ 3:13 am 1/17/13
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Spinning on Empty
In my veins, to the brain,
Spun to hell and back again.
Revealing this feeling is somehow repeating,
Same fears turn into tears over and over through out my years.
Same old nightmares and hopeless stares,
And I still think that no one cares.
Line after line,
Rhyme after rhyme,
I still can’t escape these thoughts in my mind.
Time after time,
I always seem to find.
It’s my own weakness which supports this tie that binds.
Written 1996
Spun to hell and back again.
Revealing this feeling is somehow repeating,
Same fears turn into tears over and over through out my years.
Same old nightmares and hopeless stares,
And I still think that no one cares.
Line after line,
Rhyme after rhyme,
I still can’t escape these thoughts in my mind.
Time after time,
I always seem to find.
It’s my own weakness which supports this tie that binds.
Written 1996
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BOB
Bob....he's pretty good to me,
He never pisses on the toilet seat.
He doesn't ever go throw dollars at a stripper,
But he's also not a very good tipper.
In fact...he never even pays for dinner,
Yet, in my book, he's still a winner.
He'll never cheat on me with my sister,
Or try to show me a boil or a blister.
Bob...he's about the greatest for a girl like me,
I can be pleased repeatedly with no worries of disease.
There are a few issues, like he doesn't bring home any dough,
But, he does have 3 settings...fast, medium and slow.
He gets...
He never pisses on the toilet seat.
He doesn't ever go throw dollars at a stripper,
But he's also not a very good tipper.
In fact...he never even pays for dinner,
Yet, in my book, he's still a winner.
He'll never cheat on me with my sister,
Or try to show me a boil or a blister.
Bob...he's about the greatest for a girl like me,
I can be pleased repeatedly with no worries of disease.
There are a few issues, like he doesn't bring home any dough,
But, he does have 3 settings...fast, medium and slow.
He gets...
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These Eyes
These eyes.
They may shine...
For you.
A mixture of bright green and blue.
With streaks of yellow like a feline.
Oh, and did I mention that the color...
Can change with my mood.
These eyes.
I've used them to seduce.
To resolve.
To beg.
To get my way.
Or let others really see me.
To make them believe.
Yes, these eyes I've used.
Cleopatra, Helen Of Troy, Nefertiti.
Did they have these eyes before me,
And did they use them just to see ?
So when you say to me 'Hey you...
With those eyes you can...
They may shine...
For you.
A mixture of bright green and blue.
With streaks of yellow like a feline.
Oh, and did I mention that the color...
Can change with my mood.
These eyes.
I've used them to seduce.
To resolve.
To beg.
To get my way.
Or let others really see me.
To make them believe.
Yes, these eyes I've used.
Cleopatra, Helen Of Troy, Nefertiti.
Did they have these eyes before me,
And did they use them just to see ?
So when you say to me 'Hey you...
With those eyes you can...
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Ramblings Of A Survivor
Lost.
In this broken world.
Burning.
In a broken home.
To you I may seem...
Irritated and inwardly scorned.
In my hand I hold.
A teaspoon of stone and a fistful of tears,
No more wishes.
Still...
With all the same old fears.
I see...
Faces and the rage behind those faces.
People bound by complex prostitutions of themselves.
Hidden in the shape of people,
Nasty, little secrets shining from their steeple.
Suicidal rages stuck in the eyes,
Like lies...
Stuck in your head,
Or reasons hanging over your bed. ...
In this broken world.
Burning.
In a broken home.
To you I may seem...
Irritated and inwardly scorned.
In my hand I hold.
A teaspoon of stone and a fistful of tears,
No more wishes.
Still...
With all the same old fears.
I see...
Faces and the rage behind those faces.
People bound by complex prostitutions of themselves.
Hidden in the shape of people,
Nasty, little secrets shining from their steeple.
Suicidal rages stuck in the eyes,
Like lies...
Stuck in your head,
Or reasons hanging over your bed. ...
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Life Is Something Like Me
Hello, do you know me ?
I am the first time you fell from your bike & scraped your knee.
Or that heart with intials you carved in a tree.
I am the dirt underneath your nails.
Those old used things at a garage sale.
I am the way your hands feel when you've done dishes for an hour.
Or the way you smell after you've gone without a shower.
I am the heartache that comes from a lost love.
And your undying faith in an unknown God above.
I am the pain inside you when a person close to you dies.
And the betrayal you feel when your lover lies. ...
I am the first time you fell from your bike & scraped your knee.
Or that heart with intials you carved in a tree.
I am the dirt underneath your nails.
Those old used things at a garage sale.
I am the way your hands feel when you've done dishes for an hour.
Or the way you smell after you've gone without a shower.
I am the heartache that comes from a lost love.
And your undying faith in an unknown God above.
I am the pain inside you when a person close to you dies.
And the betrayal you feel when your lover lies. ...
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Flowers
Flowers, trees, butterflies & birds...
Fuck ‘em all.
For those things I have no words.
I can only feel what hurts.
Can only see what burns.
Can only speak what is the worst.
What do you want from me...
All I know is all I ever learned.
Written 2011
Fuck ‘em all.
For those things I have no words.
I can only feel what hurts.
Can only see what burns.
Can only speak what is the worst.
What do you want from me...
All I know is all I ever learned.
Written 2011
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Creation
Be silent.
Be still.
You picture.
You painting of mine.
You creation.
Without my hands you wouldn't exist.
Without my bizarre thoughts you would still be a blank canvas.
How can a painting haunt you in your sleep ?
Haunt you with visions of what it wants to become.
Go away...Just for now.
So I can breath.
Written 12/2005
Be still.
You picture.
You painting of mine.
You creation.
Without my hands you wouldn't exist.
Without my bizarre thoughts you would still be a blank canvas.
How can a painting haunt you in your sleep ?
Haunt you with visions of what it wants to become.
Go away...Just for now.
So I can breath.
Written 12/2005
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Painter
Black & Grey...
Paint smeared on my hands.
I'm a painter...
I paint the sky & the land.
Strange & surreal...
Surrounding these familiar buildings.
I try to paint your face.
But it can't compare to your reality.
So, I paint bridges with the color black.
With the color grey I make tiny cracks...
In the concrete pathways.
And at some point.
Your face fades away.
Written 07/2005
Paint smeared on my hands.
I'm a painter...
I paint the sky & the land.
Strange & surreal...
Surrounding these familiar buildings.
I try to paint your face.
But it can't compare to your reality.
So, I paint bridges with the color black.
With the color grey I make tiny cracks...
In the concrete pathways.
And at some point.
Your face fades away.
Written 07/2005
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The Bitter Fruit of Me
Sometimes I'd like to say...
Just release me from this please.
Let me drift away like a leaf...
Into the rotten breeze.
You see, I grew these trees of rage.
And I'll eat the bitter fruit, if I need.
Yes, I can grow an orchard.
And my hate I can breed.
You see, it's like a disease.
How it spreads through my being.
I wander this world and wonder...
If you could be the one who would wash me clean.
My soul, it spills over with this toxic rain.
And it stains...
It stains me within.
My own deep, dark demons,
These lost but...
Just release me from this please.
Let me drift away like a leaf...
Into the rotten breeze.
You see, I grew these trees of rage.
And I'll eat the bitter fruit, if I need.
Yes, I can grow an orchard.
And my hate I can breed.
You see, it's like a disease.
How it spreads through my being.
I wander this world and wonder...
If you could be the one who would wash me clean.
My soul, it spills over with this toxic rain.
And it stains...
It stains me within.
My own deep, dark demons,
These lost but...
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Naked
Why are we even still together...
We used to be worse but now we're not much better.
You will forever...
Be that one who doesn't really see me.
Of my problems with you, that is the center.
Would you know what I mean...
If I said I scream sorrow at night in my dreams.
Because this is no longer what I need.
That I still do cry in silence,
Because of the new found compliance in me.
I stand here naked before you, asking...
What do you see ?
Written in 2002----do you think we're still together ?! HA
We used to be worse but now we're not much better.
You will forever...
Be that one who doesn't really see me.
Of my problems with you, that is the center.
Would you know what I mean...
If I said I scream sorrow at night in my dreams.
Because this is no longer what I need.
That I still do cry in silence,
Because of the new found compliance in me.
I stand here naked before you, asking...
What do you see ?
Written in 2002----do you think we're still together ?! HA
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So Fine-Rain Drops All Over Again
It's rained for the last five days.
In my mind and outside.
Remember those times...So fine.
So fine like tiny grains of sand between my toes, so fine like a good strong man, so fine like a lost love you've been waiting to find.
So fine...so fuckin' fine.
At least, in my mind.
It stays the same.
It remains.
So fine.
His hands on my face, my neck & in my hair,
Caressing every crevice & every soft curve as I obsess over that captivating stare.
I remember those times...So fine.
Written...
In my mind and outside.
Remember those times...So fine.
So fine like tiny grains of sand between my toes, so fine like a good strong man, so fine like a lost love you've been waiting to find.
So fine...so fuckin' fine.
At least, in my mind.
It stays the same.
It remains.
So fine.
His hands on my face, my neck & in my hair,
Caressing every crevice & every soft curve as I obsess over that captivating stare.
I remember those times...So fine.
Written...
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